It was the early evening and Yasmin had already spent hours in careful, meticulous preparation preening herself ready for her night out. Not long eighteen, an evening spent cavorting around the local bars and clubs in town still made her feel giddy with excitement and she enjoyed the illicit thrill of the chase. Though recently, she was out of practice, for she had unwittingly had a major falling out with her closest friends. With no one to hit the town with, she had resorted to singing and dancing in the comfort of her own home. But now, Yasmin, still a virgin, was eager to make up for lost time. Her best features were her pale skin, piercing lime green eyes and her wavy beach blonde hair, which reached down beyond her chest. The five-foot-three beauty was the object of many men's desires and yet she felt a fraud. Whenever she hit the dance floor, she felt awkward, abashed and painfully shy. She felt like she didn't belong amongst all the other beautiful women. The guys catching her eye, they weren't really looking to court her, but her friend Taylor, genuinely a modern-day Aphrodite.

Despite her sensitivity, the sheltered, studious Yasmin had still had her many suitors. But she had always been repulsed by the idea of a one-night stand. She enjoyed the chase but refused to give the victorious men what they desired. Furthermore, the cute blonde looked young for her age. She'd already had two perfectly valid provisional driving licenses confiscated by overly officious bouncers. She had the smallest breasts and thinnest waistline of all her closest friends. Yasmin was jealous of their curves and their burgeoning sexuality. They in turn coveted her flowing locks, miniscule dress size and sweet, dainty smile.

Naive and hesitant to unlock her blossoming sexuality, Yasmin was particularly nervous about tonight. This evening would be the first time in over four months that Yasmin, Ariah and Taylor would step out together as best friends once again, and not, as had recently been the case, conniving mortal enemies.

Over the past few months, the warring teenagers had been in complete and utter turmoil. Ariah had fallen out with Taylor and poor, unfortunate, Yasmin had been caught in the middle. Eighteen-year-old Ariah stood at five-foot-five and possessed shoulder length curly dirty blonde hair. Though not as attractive as Yasmin or Taylor, she had a sultry seductive quality which was accentuated by the distinctive freckles that lined her shoulders and her sharply angled face. Unlike Yasmin, Ariah had never had trouble getting into nightclubs, not even when she was underage. Growing up, Ariah had been Yasmin's idol. Yasmin copied all her hairstyles and followed the exact same fashions, so keen was she to stay in line with her best friend. But nothing Yasmin ever wore quite suited her in the way that it complimented Ariah. Ariah's luscious curves allowed her to wear far more expressive, stylish dresses. Yasmin, in contrast, looked puerile and immature.

In retrospect, Ariah was more far mature and independently minded than Yasmin, but she was also far more self-absorbed. More quiet and circumspect, Ariah lacked the cheery disposition of her best friend. Perceived by many as unapproachable, she often appeared aloof and difficult in the company of those who weren't her friends. Perhaps Ariah's greatest fault was that she rarely smiled, maintaining the moody, frustrated expression of someone unhappy and alone. In comparison to Yasmin's angelic, welcoming smile, Ariah mainly simpered. Furthermore, this affliction proved very unpopular with many of the men her age. Ariah knew that Yasmin was far prettier than her, but she never resented her for that. For unlike Taylor, kind, modest Yasmin wasn't haughty, brash or conceited.

World-weary Ariah realised that Yasmin's wide-eyed innocence and tendency to follow her heart meant that she constantly needed protecting. Yasmin trusted Ariah implicitly and hung on to her every word. She'd always turned to her for help and advice, so these past few feuding months had been incredibly hard for them both. For whilst Yasmin hadn't yet become a woman, Ariah, though she was only five months older, was already forlornly looking back upon her formative years.

The main cause of Ariah's recent anguish was Taylor, her oldest friend. Also, eighteen, Taylor possessed immaculate, long flowing brown hair that fell gracefully down to her waist. Though short in stature, she was only five-foot-one, Taylor was the most headstrong, determined, smart and ambitious young woman that either Yasmin or Ariah had ever met. The envy of every girl she knew, Taylor knew exactly what she wanted from life and nothing was going to stand in her way. Blessed with the dazzling combination of a ravishingly attractive, feminine face and a stunningly sleek figure, she had been the most attractive girl in her school, and everybody knew it. But despite her good fortune, recently, things hadn't been going Taylor's way. She had met her match in the feisty brunette Emily, a slightly older friend of a friend who was the only person who could match her in both looks, cunning and intelligence. Secondly, the strength of her relationship with her suave, dapper and handsome boyfriend Oli had made Yasmin and especially Ariah, incredibly jealous. Oli was a catch and didn't they know it. He wasn't particularly tall, but the blonde eighteen-year-old was kind, romantic and incredibly good looking. Yes, he should go to the gym more often, and his lack of ambition irked Taylor slightly, but he was supportive of her future plans and not in the slightest bit jealous of her vast achievements that vastly overshadowed his own.

Maliciously, Ariah had acted out. Frustrated at Taylor's predilection for blowing off premade plans at the last minute, she resented Taylor's prioritising of her boyfriend over her lifelong friends. In contrast, Yasmin had no such qualms with Taylor's selfish, self-absorbed behaviour. It was natural to want to spend time with your boyfriend and when she didn't, Yasmin would always be there for her. Yasmin had been single now for almost a year, but when she had had a boyfriend she had been just the same. But for Ariah, Taylor had no right to take her friends for granted. She no longer invited Taylor on nights out, and often put Yasmin on the spot, forcing her to choose between them.

One afternoon, when Taylor had cancelled a trip to the mall at the very last minute, Ariah responded by calling her a selfish, stuck up bitch. Shocked and upset, Yasmin rushed to defend her friend, causing Ariah to break off all contact with them both. To make matters worse, as Taylor's relationship with Oli became more serious, Taylor was far less inclined to hang out with her most loyal friend. The kind-hearted Yasmin now felt betrayed and alone, certain that she was being punished for no reason at all.

By chance, the rift between them had recently been mended by all things, the summer fayre. Their old school had run a bi-annual gunge the teacher competition for the past four years. Two teachers, Anna Lucey and Pippa Young, had faced off against each other three times, with the blonde-haired Pippa winning every time. The string of victories was particularly sweet for Pippa, for the two pretty teachers were in fact an adoring young couple and Anna had grown increasingly frantic in her quest for revenge.

Anna, a striking brunette, had received humiliating gunging after humiliating gunging, much to the chagrin of Taylor, her star pupil, who had tried and failed to prevent her from being slimed every year. The first event four years ago had been a simple vote. Whoever had the most money pledged towards their total would receive the gunge. The money raised had been particularly close and had a youthful Taylor paid in pound sterling rather than euros by mistake, Pippa would have faced the slime. Two years later, Taylor had refereed the charity football match between them and had roped in Ariah and Yasmin as her assistant referees. Headstrong Taylor was incredibly competitive and athletic, but Yasmin and Ariah, who usually tried to bunk P.E together, didn't really know the rules. A mixture of their incompetence and Taylor's bias heaped controversy onto the event, causing much ill feeling towards them. Nevertheless, Pippa's team still managed to win, against all the odds. So, aggrieved at Taylor's decisions, they gunged her and Yasmin with only highly fortunate Ariah lucky enough to escape the slime.

Three weeks ago, at the summer fayre, Anna and Pippa had competed to see whose stall could raise the most money. Taylor and Yasmin helped Anna to run the ducking stall and had inevitably got rather wet and messy as a result. Ariah meanwhile helped Pippa to organise the raffle. Using her position of power, Ariah had even fixed a few prizes to ensure that Taylor and Yasmin continued to get messy. Ariah didn't escape completely clean however, but the bikini clad Taylor and the poor unfortunate Anna received the far messier punishment. Nevertheless, all three girls had had a great time and vowed to put their differences aside. Ariah realised how petty she had been and Taylor admitted that she had taken her friends for granted. They would no longer make Yasmin choose between them.

Devious, cunning and Machiavellian in nature, Taylor often followed her head, rather than her heart. That's not to say that she wasn't a romantic, but she'd learnt the hard way that people she could trust were few and far between. Having become friendly with Sophie, an older woman who she knew from work, Taylor had, in the absence of companionship from Ariah and Yasmin, become initiated into Sophie's haughty circle of friends. But being the new girl, jealousy and insecurity from the likes of Alexandra and Emily had led to Taylor, unable to manipulate the older women the way she could her peers, being subjected to routine and often messy humiliations. So, all in all, Taylor was no stranger to getting gunged. Getting gunged no longer fazed her. Instead she saw it as a means of battle between her and her great rival Emily, which kept her preoccupied as she sought her revenge.

But other than the school charity events, Yasmin and Ariah had been pretty much untouched by the squelch of an all-encompassing pie to the face or the cold, wet sensation of slime dripping down their fronts. Yasmin sensed that Taylor was looking to use slime as a weapon. She discerned that before seeking out Emily, Taylor would be looking to test out her means of revenge on a friend. Yasmin feared that Taylor blamed her for allowing the situation with Ariah to spiral out of control. She should have been more circumspect and diplomatic, enabling her to stay loyal to both her friends. Furthermore, Yasmin feared that Taylor blamed her for their defeat at the summer fayre. For Yasmin had been coerced by Ariah into buying a large number of raffle tickets, thus providing a significant contribution towards Pippa's winning total, much to Taylor's dismay.

Yet Yasmin recognised that Ariah far greater deserved to be Taylor's real target for revenge. For it had been Ariah who had chosen to freeze Taylor out of her life, not the other way around. Furthermore, Ariah had thus far received nothing more than a single pie to the face. But Ariah would be trickier to deceive than Yasmin, who would be far easier to manipulate into getting gunged.

Yasmin couldn't also fail to notice that Oli, Taylor's boyfriend, had thus far escaped one hundred percent clean. On numerous occasions, Oli had taken great delight in plunging Yasmin and Taylor into the dunking pool, and he had even pied and slimed his older sister Marie, who had been on the losing team for the match Taylor refereed. So, in truth, if anyone really deserved a gunging, it was him.

Adding an extra layer of intrigue, Yasmin had learnt that Taylor had recently had a major falling out with Alexandra, one of Emily's closest friends. Alex had also been on the receiving end of Taylor's biased refereeing decisions and had thus been mercilessly gunged as a result. But more recently, rumour had it that in a fit of pique, Alex had pushed Taylor into a bath full of clay. To top it off, Ariah had heard that Taylor had been naked when it occurred, which surprised neither of them, for Taylor was always showing off her luscious curves. But Taylor denied everything. She insisted that Alex and herself were still really good friends.

Of course, Yasmin knew that Taylor would also love to gunge Emily; the teenager didn't even bother to hide her limitless hatred for the stuck-up prig. But Emily was both shrewd and smart, Yasmin doubted that the older woman would be easy to gunge. Furthermore, the two rivals would hardly choose to socialise together, unless being forced into it by their mutual friend Sophie's request.

Though Yasmin was bookish and clever, she certainly wasn't street smart. Unlike Emily, she wasn't wily enough to avoid walking into one of Taylor's many traps. All in all, Yasmin sensed that Taylor was looking to gain her revenge on somebody tonight. The victim would end the night messy and humiliated, but Yasmin couldn't quite decide who the target might be. Fearing the worst, she presumed it was her. Hence as Yasmin spent hours meticulously preparing for her night out, she was presented with an unenviable dilemma. Should she dress to impress and risk ruining her best clothes? Or should she fear the worst and dress down, running the risk of looking like a fish out of water next to her glamourous and alluringly attractive best friends?

To add to the intrigue, Taylor had insisted on organising their first evening out together all by herself. She wanted to keep their itinerary a surprise, even their location was completely shrouded in mystery. Purposely kept in the dark, Yasmin's imagination began to run wild. Perhaps they were going to a foam party? No probably not, that would be way too obvious. Perhaps they would break into a farm? No, they'd never get away with that. In contrast, Ariah didn't really seem to care where they were going. All she wanted to do was get drunk and have a great time.

All Yasmin knew was that Taylor would pick them up from Ariah's house at eight before taking them to the secret location. Nervous, Yasmin arrived at Ariah's at five and together they began to get ready. But as the hours passed, Yasmin's mistrust for her best friend grew and grew. Was Ariah in cahoots with Taylor? Were they secretly plotting together behind her back? Ariah had always been fairly phlegmatic and poker faced. Yasmin, in comparison, always wore her heart on her sleeve. So, it didn't come as a surprise to Yasmin that Ariah was acting as if tonight was just like any other. Yet her faith in her friend had been worn down by the events of the last few months, their years of loyalty and kinship having to be carefully rebuilt. She wasn't ready to fully trust her, not quite yet. Ariah's insouciance and nonchalance seemed decidedly out of place, especially considering all the evidence pointing towards the evening taking a messy turn of events.

With a determined glint in her eye, Yasmin gently stepped onto the weighing scales in Ariah's bathroom. Wearing nothing but her underwear, she was unflinching in her desire to lose half a kg in weight. Other than a tomato salad for lunch, she hadn't eaten all day. Her stomach rumbled as she looked down at the scales. 49.5kg! She'd put on a quarter of a kg instead! Her mother constantly chided her for looking so thin. But she was a teenage girl, what did she expect? Furthermore, according to the body mass index, the 48kg that she desired, was still a healthy weight. Determined to at least return to her previous weight, she slipped off her bra and her knickers. The result was negligible, she was still 49.4kg. She wished she'd had that Danish pastry for lunch now after all. It clearly wouldn't have made a difference.

Yasmin tried lifting her left leg into the air. The scales immediately plummeted one whole kg in weight. Yasmin smiled, content. Suddenly, Ariah, already dressed and ready for their night out, came barging through the door. "Hurry up Yasmin, Taylor will hey what are you doing?" Ariah looked on in amusement at Yasmin, still naked, balancing awkwardly with her foot in the air. Ariah smiled, she'd missed having her funny little friend around. Yasmin turned around in shock, "Just checking my weight," she exclaimed. "But you're practically anorexic already," Ariah sputtered, "you're gorgeous as you are." Ariah looked down at Yasmin's youthful breasts, it had been a while since she had seen them. If anything, they seemed perkier than before. Yasmin's stomach was as flat and taut as ever and her bush was clearly recently trimmed.

Sensing her friend scrutinize her body, Yasmin moved to cover her chest with her left forearm. Awkwardly, her right arm groped down at her crotch. Yasmin blushed, it had been almost a year since Ariah, or in fact anybody, had seen her completely nude. "No need to be so shy around me Yasmin," Ariah exclaimed. "Come here," she added, before striding forward and giving her best friend a hug. Ariah wrapped her arms around Yasmin's slender back. Pressing her chest against Yasmin's quivering own, Ariah whispered, "Oh how I've missed you," before tenderly pecking her on the cheek. Yasmin, bashfully smiled in return, her body quivering as Ariah ran her arms down her back before playfully slapping her on the bum. Suddenly, Yasmin's shame and embarrassment evaporated away. Her best friend was back, it was if she had never been away. There was no way that Ariah was plotting with Taylor to set her up. Ariah just wouldn't do that to her, they were too close after all.

As Yasmin moved away from Ariah's embrace, she chose to no longer cover herself up. Instead, her hands by her sides, she turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her breasts were still so small compared to Ariah's. Her older sister, Summer, had herself been a late bloomer, and she now possessed an impressive chest. But Yasmin was eighteen now, and only just a size B. Would they ever grow to be like Ariah's? Alas, probably not.

Ariah caught Yasmin absentmindedly staring at her chest. "Hey up here," she joked, whilst simultaneously returning the favour by ogling Yasmin's delightful breasts. Curious, Yasmin broke the ice by asking, "Hey, what are you doing for a bra tonight?" Ariah paused for a moment, startled, before replying, "Haven't you got yourself sorted out yet? Taylor will be here in a minute!" Defensively, Yasmin explained, "I was decided, but I'm now worried that my bra strap will show behind the back of my dress. It was pretty much touch and go yesterday when I tried it on." Ariah nodded her head in appreciation, before adding, "I'm wearing a stick-on silicone bra. Can't you tell?" Unashamedly, Yasmin took another long look at Ariah. The teenager had chosen to wear a fairly expensive brand-new dress. Taking a moment to mull Ariah's elegant choice over, Yasmin figured that either Ariah truly wasn't expecting the evening to turn messy, or that she knew for certain that somebody else, possibly herself or Oli, was to be the victim instead. Now Yasmin didn't know for certain that Oli was coming out with them tonight, but it made sense for him to make an appearance, so as to bury the hatchet between Ariah and himself. It would be awkward at first, but Yasmin would be glad for Oli to make his presence felt, for it reduced the chances of her returning messy instead.

Pushing that thought to one side, Yasmin admitted that Ariah truly looked ravishing in her strapless light blue, chiffon beaded cocktail dress. Though few could argue that Ariah was more attractive than Yasmin or Taylor, she did however possess the firmest, most pert breasts. Previously, even Taylor had admitted to being envious about them. Though they weren't necessarily the biggest, Ariah's sumptuous cleavage peaked out from over the top of her sweetheart neckline. Yasmin had never seen her look so pretty before, clearly Ariah was out to impress.

In contrast, Yasmin had chosen a cut-price, though certainly not cheap looking, bright red princess seam flare tube dress. She chose it primarily because the last time she had worn it, some drunk idiot had spilt wine down her back. Despite many frantic attempts to clean it, she'd been unable to entirely remove the stain. But to the casual eye, and under the dim lights of a club, it would be barely noticeable whatsoever. Yet Yasmin still knew that it was there. She had vowed never to wear the dress again and had been about to give it away. But then she'd become convinced that Taylor was plotting to gunge her. For one night only, her flare tube dress would be perfect. It was the only thing she owned that she didn't mind getting destroyed. But when she had tried it on yesterday morning, it had clung tightly to her body, leaving none of her curves to the imagination. Despite being stick thin, she had only just about squeezed in, so putting on a quarter of a kg since then wouldn't have helped. But more importantly, her bra strap was visible around her back. Hence her vexatious dilemma.

"You could borrow one of mine if you like," remarked Ariah. "I doubt you have any in my size," Yasmin jokily replied. Ariah paused to think for a moment. "Hey, actually I think I do. My cousin left an unopened packet behind after visiting here last month. I think she's your size. Shall we give it a try?"

Yasmin nodded, before bending down and beginning to slip her knickers back up her legs. But when her panties were only up as far as her knees, Ariah incredulously remarked, "You're not wearing those tonight are you?" "Why, why ever not? No one's going to see them, are they?" Yasmin replied defensively. "Well that's not for me to say is it?" Ariah clarified, before more diplomatically adding, "But hey, you should still always dress like a princess, just in case. You never know what might happen." Yasmin paused, was Ariah trying to give her a coded message? The hint was rather too subtle and inconspicuous if she was.

Did Taylor really plan to strip her to her underwear? She sincerely hoped not. Dramatically, Yasmin let her knickers slip to the floor once more. Kicking them to the side, Yasmin sanguinely asked, "Did your cousin leave any clean lace knickers behind as well?" Laughing, Ariah shook her head. "No, but you did, when you were last here a few months past. Stay here, I'll go and fetch them." As Ariah turned to leave, Yasmin grew further suspicious in Ariah's request not to follow her. Perhaps she was about to send a sneaky text to Taylor. Presumably to tell her that their friend truly didn't suspect a thing. But Yasmin did suspect them and she would be ready for anything they threw at her. Tonight, she wasn't going to get fooled.

A few moments later, with Yasmin's back to the door, Ariah returned with the black lace panties and the stick-on silicone bra. Yasmin halted, expecting Ariah to give her the privacy to change. But the blonde remained besides her, watching and waiting for Yasmin's next move. As Yasmin crouched forward to slip her knickers up her legs, she sensed Ariah approach her from behind.

Suddenly, Yasmin felt a loud splat on her sweet derriere. Ariah was wiping a large dollop of shaving cream over her backside. Yasmin had been so preoccupied with what Taylor might do to her later that she had failed to anticipate that Ariah may subjugate her before the night had even begun. "What are you doing?" Yasmin cried. "Making you a new set of underwear my dear," Ariah roared with delight. Stunned, Yasmin felt Ariah slap a second generous helping of cream onto her behind. Ariah greedily slid her hands over the exquisite curves of Yasmin's waist, rubbing the gooey, gloppy, liquid onto her pale, milk white skin. Soon enough, Yasmin's entire bottom was covered in shaving cream and Ariah worked her way around Yasmin's quivering thighs. "Stay still," requested Ariah as Yasmin chose to submit herself completely to her best friend. Yasmin tingled as she felt Ariah rub the cream over her groin and her skin began to prickle as Ariah's fingers traced over and inside her labia as she caressed the younger teen.

Yasmin gasped as Ariah slipped her fingers inside her. She groaned as Ariah ran her fingers back and forth over her clitoris, whilst staring intently into her piercing green eyes. Keeping her legs wide apart, Yasmin stood motionless as Ariah continued to cover her groin with the cream. Once Ariah was satisfied, she slapped another generous helping of cream onto Yasmin's youthful chest. Taking her time, Ariah traced the outline of a skimpy bra which barely covered Yasmin's nipples and the edge of her breasts. Locking eyes, the two girls took a moment to soak in their shared experience. "Yasmin, you look amazing," gushed Ariah, before adding, "Could I take a quick photo, this is a moment I never want to forget." As Yasmin pondered her reply she bashfully checked herself out in the bathroom mirror. "So long as I can take my revenge," she replied with a glint in her eye. The shy teenager coyly posed for the camera, taking care to not smudge the outline of her cream lingerie.

Then, without warning, Ariah launched a paper plate, shuddering under a generous helping of shaving cream, directly at Yasmin's sweet, unsuspecting face. Her cry of surprise was muffled under the mountain of cream which Ariah rapaciously rubbed over her smooth, velvety forehead and rosy, blushing cheeks. As Ariah let the paper plate drop to the floor, she jumped out the way to avoid spilling any of the cream onto her expensive cocktail dress. As Yasmin rubbed the cream from her eyes, she felt the cool wet drizzle of chocolate sauce spray upon her. Taking care to avoid Yasmin's hair, Ariah squeezed the dessert sauce all over her face, breasts and thighs. Yasmin twisted her body to avoid the cool, velvety liquid, but was helpless as Ariah moved in for the kill. Yasmin knew that she couldn't retaliate, for Ariah was wearing her expensive dress which would be ruined if splashed by a single drop of the chocolate sauce. Giving herself completely to Ariah, Yasmin sighed lustfully as Ariah fervently kissed her tender lips. Upon their mouths parting, Ariah began to rub the cream and chocolate sauce all over Yasmin's pale, prickling skin. Leaving Yasmin's hair clean, Ariah didn't stop caressing Yasmin's body until every inch of her skin was enveloped in the viscid, glutinous mixture.

Obliterated under the explosion of cream, Yasmin, her body aching with desire, gingerly stepped into the shower. Ariah, unable to take her eyes off her friend, remained behind to clean away the mess. Taking the shower head off its holder, Yasmin soon realised that she couldn't reach round to clean the cream off her back and behind. "Ariah," she requested, "could you come help wash me clean? I promise I won't spill a drop on you or your lovely dress."

Impassioned, Ariah eagerly took the shower head from Yasmin's grasp and carefully began to spray her friend's skin clean. Aiming the jet of water at Yasmin's behind, Ariah fastidiously wiped the cream off her friend's delicate curves. Catching Yasmin by surprise, Ariah aimed the shower head directly up her vulva, causing the previously shy teenager to sigh in pleasure once again.

As Yasmin stepped out the shower, Ariah wrapped a large pink towel around her chest. The taller girl helped Yasmin rub herself down before adding, "Whenever you're ready to take your revenge, I'll embrace it, whatever it may be." Ariah kissed Yasmin on the forehead before adding, "This was amazing, but I still want us to just be friends, nothing else. Do you agree?" Yasmin nodded and smiled sweetly as she stared intently into Ariah's piercing blue eyes. She loved Ariah, but her heart ached for someone else. But her young heart conflicted, she wasn't ready to fully recognise her true feelings for him yet.

As Ariah bent over to pick up the silicone bra, Yasmin could make out the faint outline of Ariah's sweet derriere beneath the thin material of her dress. Already, her mind was awash with ideas about how she could take her revenge on her beautiful best friend.

Standing up again, Ariah batted Yasmin's arms away from her chest. Trembling, Ariah carefully placed the silicone bra over the teenager's breasts. Yasmin's whole body tingled as Ariah pressed down upon her nipples. It had been a long time since anybody had touched her youthful chest, she had almost forgotten how invigorating it felt to be caressed. Patting the silicone bra down ever so slightly, Ariah remarked, "See, much better. Now let's help you into your dress."

Pleased to have solved the problem of exposing her bra strap, Yasmin had no more qualms about wearing her red princess seam flare tube dress. Excited, she lifted it over her head. Ariah helped her to smooth out a crease and Yasmin began to admire herself in the mirror once more. Twisting round, she searched for the stain on her back, but it was nowhere to be seen. For the first time in a long time, Yasmin recognised that she truly was beautiful. She didn't like to admit it, but she was upstaging Ariah once again. To add insult to injury, compared to Ariah's outfit, her simple dress had cost a fraction of the price. Yasmin began to have second thoughts. If she was going to get messy, perhaps she shouldn't be wearing this dress after all. A further worry for Yasmin was the prospect of sitting down, for the dress was pretty short. The hemline barely reached down beyond her thighs. But her legs were one of her greatest assets, it would be a shame not to show them off to the world.

Once Yasmin had finished getting ready, she turned to Ariah and began, "Do you know if the boys are coming out with us tonight? I haven't seen Bryan or Jack in a while, it would be great to see them again." "Not sure, who knows what Taylor has planned," Ariah replied. Continuing, she wistfully mused, "But I do hope so, it's been too long since we all went out clubbing together. Bryan's been ever so busy with work recently, I can't wait to see him." Yasmin giggled as she listened intently. "Go for it Ariah. You can't fail to catch his eye looking this gorgeous. Truly, he has his heart set on you." "If only," Ariah shyly replied, almost disbelieving. A few seconds passed and Ariah continued to blush, her cheeks turning scarlet red. It was her turn to feel embarrassed and Yasmin was keen to lay her deepest feelings bare.

Bryan had been in their year at school. His dad, a self-made millionaire, owned the local chocolate factory, thus presenting his sweet-toothed heir with all the candy his heart desired. Bryan's family were extremely rich, it was hardly a secret. But that's not what attracted Bryan to Ariah. Showing his father's entrepreneurial spirit, he sold boxes of his family's chocolate to his peers. Knowing the way to Ariah's heart, he indulged her passion for chocolate by allowing her to have the pick of his confectionery for free.

No other girl received such generosity or attention. It was no secret that he desired to ask her out, but she was out of his league. Being mature for her age, Ariah went out with a string of older boys who towered over the unremarkable teen. Reaching puberty fairly late, poor Bryan never felt that he had a chance to win her heart. Growing up, Ariah had a taste for wild boys who left her feeling vulnerable and emotionally hurt. Yet despite the damage they caused, she continued to seek out brash and cocky young men who continued to treat her with utter contempt and bitter disdain. Bryan longed to save her from this string of destructive relationships, but he felt impotent and helpless to intervene.

To compensate, he'd become infatuated with his maths teacher, Pippa Young. The pretty blonde replaced Ariah as the unrequited object of his affection, meaning that he missed the growing signs that Ariah had started to take to him in return. To make matters worse, his schoolboy fantasy led to mockery and scorn amongst his peers, especially when Miss Young began her relationship with Miss Lucey. He swiftly became a laughing stock and gradually his customers began to look elsewhere. He began to drift through life and started to fall behind at school. Possessing a compulsive personality, he became obsessed with plotting to see Miss Young get gunged. But year after year, despite his best efforts, she always escaped away clean. At the summer fayre, he had joined Miss Young's team in a secret bid to undermine her. To his pleasant surprise, Ariah asked to join their team too. In the run up to the fayre, the two teenagers saw much more of each other than they had for many years. Gradually, Bryan's feelings for her began to reawaken once again.

Nevertheless, he still desired to have Miss Young get slimed. He tried to fix the raffle so that she would receive a pie to the face. But Ariah saw through his plan and twisted it so that Yasmin and Ariah got splattered instead. Once again, Miss Young escaped clean and Bryan trudged home disappointed. Nonetheless, his afternoon had been his most enjoyable one for years. He'd spent hours in close proximity to his teenage crush and Ariah was just as beautiful and radiant as he could remember. Setting aside his useless fantasy for his teacher, he vowed to make himself desirable and worthy of Ariah once again.

In the past few months, the blonde-haired teenager had lost a stone in weight. He no longer locked himself away in his room and began to take on a more active role in the family business. His father insisted that he start on the shop floor, before gradually working his way up. From the off, his diligence and hard work earnt the respect of his fellow employees and he was already being touted for promotion. Outside of work, he finally put years of excuses behind him and joined the local gym. It had only been a few months, but it was clearly noticeable how much he had begun to bulk up.

So, though he was only five-foot-six, his broad shoulders and fledgling six pack gave him a formidable presence. After years of wearing scruffy clothing, he finally felt at ease in the suits his dad provided. Having ditched his greasy, choppy fringe, he'd even started to experiment with a side parting and some stubble. Soon enough, girls who had previously ignored him started to take a bit of interest. But his heart was set on Ariah. Reassuringly, his close friend Oli insisted that he had a worthwhile shot. Encouragingly, Ariah's best friend Yasmin also appeared to approve of him and he was finally set to pluck up her courage to ask her out. Yasmin reckoned that tonight would be that night. Unless of course, Taylor had other plans for the pair.

"You know, I bet he asks you out tonight, I'm certain of it." Yasmin continued. Ariah blushed once again. "It's about time, I thought that he was going to ask me last month at the fayre, but he just stammered and blushed before walking away. I can't keep waiting forever, no matter how much I care for him. Now, enough about me, what about you and Jack?"

"What? Me and Jack?" Yasmin responded with surprise. "Of course, Yasmin, you're made for each other. It's plainly clear, you'd be perfect together." Ariah was clearly trying to set the two teens up. Perplexed, Yasmin sighed, "Jack, my goodness, he's just a good friend that's all." Ariah shook her head in exasperation. "Nonsense, I've seen the way you look at him, you really like him, everybody knows." Yasmin took a moment to compose herself. "Well yes, Jack is very handsome, but, but he's just Jack. Both of us, we've known him for years, he's never asked me out before. If he wanted to be more than friends, I would know, I'm sure." Increasingly frustrated, Ariah began to lecture her best friend. "But he does want more, I can't believe you can't see it. Oli says that he's besotted with you. He's very shy, you know that. Plus, you were going out with that creep for ages, poor Jack never had the chance. Trust me, if you just made your feelings for him clear, he'd ask you out on the spot."

Yasmin began to ponder whether she truly had feelings for one of her oldest, closest, friends. She peered deep inside her soul and realised that she loved him. Why had she never realised this before? Why had she been so shy, so blind to the truth? She was glad to have Ariah as a friend. At times, Ariah seemed to know Yasmin better than she truly knew herself.

A wicked glint spread across Ariah's eye. Purring she announced, "Never mind me and Bryan, I bet Jack asks you out tonight instead. Fancy a bet?" Yasmin was instantly intrigued, though rather wary of what Ariah might propose. Keeping her cards close to her chest, she replied, "Yeah, I'm interested." Instantly, Ariah responded, "How about the first person to get asked out on a date tonight has to do a forfeit." Without thinking, Yasmin immediately relied, "You're on," before pausing and adding, "what type of forfeit?" Enjoying herself, Ariah suggested, "How about a messy forfeit, like at the fayre?" Yasmin suddenly grew worried. Ariah was clearly prodding her to see how she reacted to the prospect of getting messy once again. Aside from the incident with the shaving cream, which she had presumably kept to herself, Ariah must be plotting something greater with Taylor. Nevertheless, Yasmin was keen to turn the tables on her friend. If she could get Bryan to ask Ariah out first, then Ariah could fall victim to her own plot." "You're on," Yasmin replied triumphantly. Ariah licked her lips before suggesting, "How about whoever gets asked out first has to have a bath in a tub full of porridge!" Yasmin shuddered. "How disgusting," she began, before quickly changing her tack and replying, "Actually that's a great idea." As the girls shook hands, Yasmin began to worry whether Ariah or Taylor had already persuaded Jack to ask her out. She may have walked straight into one of her friend's traps. Thinking to herself, Yasmin pondered, "Well if I am going to get gunged tonight, it will be fun to try to get Ariah as messy as I possibly can. I'll have to put a few words of encouragement to Bryan first however, I don't want to spend all evening avoiding Jack. He'll never ask me out if I ignore him. Furthermore, it would break his heart."

Jack was indeed a sensitive soul. Short in stature and low in confidence, his lack of height made him feel invisible and insignificant amongst his taller, more masculine peers. In complete contrast, his older brother Kenny, who had also been fairly short, had been one of the most popular boys in his year. But then again Kenny possessed an impressive jawline and broad, strapping shoulders. In comparison, try as he might, Jack could never put on any muscle or any significant weight. But recently, having noticed that his shirts were becoming slightly too short in the sleeve, Jack had undergone a late growth spurt and shot up to five-foot-ten. The millstone around his neck finally having been lifted, he was now taller than both his brother and his two closest friends. A scenario that Kenny, having recently returned home from University for the summer, had amusingly struggled to accept.

At school, Jack had been a bit of a nerd. Like Taylor, he had been in the top sets for everything. But unlike the brunette, he didn't hold lofty ambitions for himself. All he wanted to be was a theatrical technician. When he was younger he adored acting; twice he had played Joseph in his primary school's nativity play. But as he turned thirteen, shyness and stage fright took over and he retreated backstage. Remarkably, in his new environment he proved to be a natural. Well organised and proficient with all the latest technology, he had been entrusted with filming and editing each of the gunge the teacher competitions that his school ran every other year. His videos proved incredibly popular with students and teachers alike as he became adept at capturing each victim's moment of utter humiliation.

But perhaps his videos' greatest triumph was, like an aphrodisiac, they helped to reawaken his sexual desire. Like many boys his age, when he hit puberty, his sexual appetite was left unfulfilled. Uncomfortable around girls, he never had any prospect of satisfying his lust, yearnings or desires. The only girl around whom he felt relaxed, unruffled and comfortable to be himself was Yasmin. But he had always been content to simply be her friend, nothing more, until the fateful day that she was pied and slimed. Her gunging awoke an intense fervour inside him and he realised what deep down he had always known: he found her sexually attractive. It was no longer enough to be study partners or kindred spirits, she was the epitome of everything he craved and desired.

The moment that Yasmin lost her wam virginity, she had been standing beside a gunge tank, savouring a rare moment of triumph. Expecting to pull the lever and cover the unfortunate Taylor in yet another layer of white slime, Yasmin was completely oblivious to what was to come. Creeping up behind her, two older girls, Carly and Alice, completely destroyed her hair and face with a custard and cream pie sandwich. Jack never forgot the moment that Yasmin realised that she was about to be enveloped by a gloppy thick layer of whipped cream, enthused with a generous helping of glutinous chocolate sauce, and splattered by a pastry filled with thick, lumpy custard.

How she had screamed when the cream had shot up her nose and slipped down her cheeks and into her top. It was heavenly to watch her struggle against gravity as the cream flooded down over her chin, neck and shoulders. He was enraptured by the moment her breasts, faintly visible beneath her jersey, shivered as the cream slathered upon them. Moments later, another girl, Shaniece, emptied a bucket of cold, wet green slime over her alluring, sensuous, pale blonde hair. Yasmin screamed once more as the gunge ran down over her nubile young face, intermingling with the clumps of cream that had become entangled in her fringe and her braids. Jack became entranced by the moment that Yasmin tried to squeeze the green slime out of her hair as Taylor, trapped in the gunge tank, collapsed in hysterics at the fate of her friend.

Not long afterwards, Yasmin and Taylor together, were lead on a humiliating procession to the stocks. Locked in, with no escape, Yasmin was helpless, as bent forward, the tops of her breasts were visible as her sodden jersey hung loosely from the nape of her neck. Swiftly, a long line of students formed, led by Ariah, zealously eager to throw freezing cold soaked sponges at her ravishingly beautiful, perfectly sculptured, cream splattered face. For ten minutes, sponge after sponge thwacked against her dainty cheeks. Nobody showed her any mercy. The water slapped against her pale skin and dribbled down over her chin. Two sponges even disappeared down her top, spraying water over her shivering breasts and a triumphant Ariah even paid extra to shove another cream pie into her ethereal face. Jack especially enjoyed whenever Ariah set about making Yasmin squirm. The bond between the friends was so strong, yet Ariah seemed to enjoy nothing more than humiliating her pretty little friend.

The second time that Yasmin had been gunged had been at this year's summer fayre. Wearing a turquoise circle skirt and a bright yellow one shoulder top, Yasmin fidgeted and squirmed as Taylor beckoned customers to plunge her into a dunk tank. But her humiliation didn't end there. Situated above her head was an enticing bucket of green slime. Demonstrating the contraption to the crowd, Taylor released the bucket of gunge over her bewitchingly exquisite face before plunging Yasmin into the cold tank of water below. Resurfacing, her pale skin glistened in the sun and her sodden hair clung desperately to her neck. Without warning, Taylor slammed yet another custard pie into her poor unsuspecting face. The custard smashed into her nose and cheeks and ran down her neck. Stepping out of the tank, her clothes, heavily weighed down from the weight of the water, clung tightly to her pale glimmering skin. Her nipples, visible beneath her transparent top, only added to her shame. Yet Yasmin, as always, reacted in good humour as Taylor made her repeat her humbling ordeal another five times. It was at this moment that Jack realised that Yasmin, despite her protestations, secretly loved getting slimed.

Once she had had time to dry off, Yasmin, thinking she had won a raffle, was obliterated by a lemon meringue pie that Ariah slammed into her cute, angelic face. Shocked by her friend's trickery, Yasmin stood motionless as Ariah wiped the meringue over every single inch of her cheeks and nose, before pacing the pie tin on top of her long blonde hair. Ten minutes later, Yasmin had at least been able to gain her revenge. She smashed a custard pie into Ariah's deserving, conniving face, only for her friend to retaliate and catch her off guard. Ariah returned fire with a custard pie of her own before emptying a bucket of melted chocolate ice cream over her radiant blonde hair.

Filming it all, Jack realised that he found the very concept of gunge and pies arousing. Furthermore, angelic, innocent Yasmin, was the perfect stooge. Her misadventures caused him to tingle and fill him with boundless elation. The joy he felt whenever she received a pie in the face was unbound. Researching his cravings further, he realised that he had developed a fetish of sorts for gunge. But searching through YouTube he realised that he was only fully satisfied when it was his angel being subjected to the onslaught of slime.

But watching and re-watching the videos, Jack developed a heightened sense of stigma and guilt. How would Yasmin feel if she discovered that he took pleasure out of watching her get slimed? How would she react upon learning that he found it sexually gratifying to watch her squirm? It would surely horrify her and she would banish him as her friend. He was no longer worthy of her, for a while he felt dirty and ashamed. How could he keep his fetish a secret? How could he continue to look at her knowing how he truly felt? But she was in a relationship and completely oblivious to his devotion. He was disgusted at his lustful salacity, for he was objectifying the girl of his desires. She was a piece of meat that he devoured whenever he pleased. He loathed himself, he was repugnant. But over time, he no longer felt any guilt or shame, having come to terms with his hormones and his rapacious voracity. His feelings were normal, there was no shame in finding Yasmin attractive. His newly found acceptance of his true feelings spurred him into action. Watching a pretty girl be gunged on his computer screen was no match to having a living, breathing girlfriend in his life. But how could he ever be satisfied, if Yasmin didn't return his lust, rapture or desire?

Despite his video's popularity, Jack remained invisible amongst his peers, which was surprising as he was deceptively attractive. Many of the girls his age would admit that had he not been so short, so awkward and so timid around them, then they might have looked kinder towards him. Remarkably, he possessed quite a wondrous head of toffee blonde hair. His choppy, textured hairstyle gave the impression that he spent hours refining his appearance. But in truth, this was just how his hair always looked whenever he raised his head from a pillow.

Yasmin had teased him about his hair for years. She was kind, warm, friendly and held a similar sense of humour to his own. No one else ever laughed at his jokes, not even Bryan. But she had been in an on off relationship with the star fly half for many years. In fact, his rival routinely bullied him, sensing correctly that Jack desired his girl. Jack couldn't believe it when his friend Oli began courting Taylor, who was widely considered to be the most attractive girl in the entire school. It gave hope to everyone, even him. Jack couldn't work out just how Oli had pulled it off. Taylor had had the pick of the entire school and yet had chosen his gawky, awkward friend. Yet Oli was a devoted boyfriend and desperately romantic, he would do anything for his girl. Jack longed to prove his worth to Yasmin, who contrary to popular opinion, he considered to be far prettier than Taylor could ever be.

Jack was overjoyed when Yasmin finally finished with the odious fly half; he couldn't understand why someone so generous and kind could ever go out with someone so cruel and unpleasant. But then again, girls were a complete mystery to him, they were beyond all comprehension. Yet to his dismay, Yasmin continued to see him as nothing more than a very close friend. Surprisingly, Yasmin had now been single for almost an entire year. According to Oli, Taylor thought that Yasmin secretly adored him, but was just too shy to realise and awaken her true feelings. Determined to win her heart, he would have to act quickly, for surely no one so pretty could stay single for that long.

No sooner had Ariah and Yasmin shaken on their affable bet then there was an unnecessarily loud knock on the front door. Unquestionably, Taylor had arrived. Carrying a floral duffel bag as she entered, Taylor was wearing a pink strapless, backless, cross, cocktail party, mini dress. Her shoulders and back were bare save for two angled black straps and her hemline fell a good two inches above her knees. Furthering Yasmin's suspicions, Taylor looked stunning in her deceptively simple, yet extremely flattering and revealing little dress. Famously pretentiously fashion conscious, and predictably high maintenance, Taylor always took extreme care in choosing what to wear. She had never been shy in showing off her wardrobe, and Yasmin knew instantly that this alluring dress was one of the cheapest that she possessed. She was hardly dressing down, but Yasmin sensed that Taylor wouldn't greatly mind if she got her outfit messy later, if events took a turn for the worse.

Sneaking a look sideways, Yasmin caught Ariah sighing as she realised that once again Taylor had outshone her in choosing what to wear. Ariah had never looked this amazing, yet Taylor, dressing simply, had ensured that everyone's eyes would be focused upon her. Ariah's brusque welcome highlighted a virulent jealousy that suggested that all was still not well between the pair.

But Yasmin didn't mind what Taylor chose to wear. As long as Bryan still had eyes for Ariah that was all she cared. Knowing Jack, he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze away from Taylor all evening, which would ordinarily send Yasmin into despair. But she had a bet to win tonight, so for one night only, if Jack's eyes strayed wildly, he might just be forgiven. Yet he had better still make sure that he reserved his best compliments and adulation for her instead. Her mind drifting, Yasmin continued to observe Ariah scrutinizing their friend. From her pained expression, it was clear that Ariah had just realised that Taylor wasn't even wearing a bra. Her breasts were clearly visible beneath the thin layer of black chiffon that hung down from her bare shoulders and Taylor didn't seem to be even the remotest bit concerned.

Once Taylor was safely inside, she carefully placed her duffel bag down on the floor. "Wow you two look stunning," she began, meaning every word. Focusing on Yasmin, she continued, "How on earth have you managed to fit into that dress?" Yasmin shrugged and Taylor, keen to keep her friends in suspense, slowly began to reveal her plans for the evening. "Now if you don't mind, we aren't going clubbing tonight. We're going to a secret location, somewhere away from all the crowds. So I must insist that you both put these on, to avoid spoiling the surprise." Taylor reached down into her bag and pulled out two large black blindfolds, causing a look of sheer terror to spread out across Yasmin's pale face. Keen to gauge her friend's reaction, Yasmin glanced over at Ariah who likewise appeared both apprehensive and insecure. If Taylor and Ariah were in cahoots tonight, the brunette had clearly kept this part of the plan secret from her partner in crime.

Feeling aggrieved, Taylor attempted to pacify her friends. "No need to look so worried Yasmin, you'll be pleasantly surprised, I assure you," she pleaded, whilst spreading her arms away from her chest. Still edgy, Ariah ran her fingers delicately down her right forearm. "Okay, I'm in, but Yasmin can put her blindfold on first," she announced, keen to retain some element of control. This immediately aroused Yasmin's suspicions, but lacking the wit to respond, allowed events to take their course. Jubilant, Taylor stepped forwards towards Yasmin and carefully tied the blindfold around her eyes. Plunged into darkness, Yasmin suddenly felt vulnerable and alone. She was at the complete mercy of her friends. Waiting and expecting for Taylor to make the next move, for the next few seconds, all Yasmin heard was the quickening beat of her heart and the faint rustles of her dress.

Piercing the silence, Ariah remarked, "How can I be sure that Yasmin can't see through her blindfold?" A grin spreading across Taylor's face as she replied, the brunette responded, "Well, why don't we put Yasmin through a test?" Ariah nodded and waited for Taylor to take the lead. Obliging, Taylor began, "Yasmin, if you can tell me how many fingers I'm holding up, I'll lend you my blue suede heals that I know that you've been dying to try out." Yasmin dearly wanted to borrow Taylor's heals, so it didn't matter that the odds were stacked against her. She would wholeheartedly give this her best shot. "I don't know, three?" she replied, before Taylor had even had enough time to begin the game. "No, I'm afraid not," laughed Taylor, whilst still not bothering to unclench her fist. Gloating, Taylor continued, "Yasmin clearly can't see Ariah, are you satisfied?" "Not quite," came Ariah's frustratingly stubborn reply.

"Alright, how about we play a game of guess the body part instead?" Taylor blithely suggested. "Yes please," laughed Yasmin enthusiastically, before Ariah had the chance to object. Unsurprisingly, the demurer Ariah was less enthusiastic about Taylor's latest idea. Regretting her earlier stubbornness, Ariah stammered, "Okay, how about we let Yasmin decide who plays the stooge?" Now it was Taylor's turn to raise her eyebrows and it didn't take long for Yasmin to decide who to choose. "Taylor please," she squealed, much to Ariah's delight. Ariah placed her arm around the huffing Taylor's shoulders and guided her smugly towards their friend. The blonde then took hold of Yasmin's right arm and guided her soft palm towards Taylor's face. Enjoying her supremacy, Ariah gently ran Yasmin's palm over the tip of Taylor's nose four spine-tingling times.

Not wanting the game to end, Yasmin eventually surmised, "This has to be her nose. Am I right?" "Well done Yas," came Ariah's supercilious reply. "How about this next one?" Ariah asked, as she lifted up Taylor's left arm and guided Yasmin's hand towards the brunette. Taylor clearly wanted to resist but realised that to do so was to cede control to her friend. Ariah then pressed down on each of Yasmin's fingers in a circular fashion, causing a tickling sensation that sent Taylor into a wild fit of giggles. "Goodness, is this her armpit?" Asked Yasmin, rather confused. "Yasmin you're a natural, that's two out of two. I bet you can't guess the next one!" Ariah replied, enjoying every minute of Taylor's unending torment.

Ariah stared piercingly into Taylor's eyes before guiding Yasmin's hand into the inside of Taylor's dress and onto her left breast. Instantly, recognising the contours of Taylor's heaving bosom, Yasmin greedily drew her hand across the smooth curves of Taylor's exposed chest. Once Yasmin had had her fill, she chided, "Oh Ariah, how naughty of you. These are clearly Taylor's lovely little breasts." Giggling she continued to caress Taylor's cleavage, until the brunette, rather taken by surprise, responded by flicking her hand away. "Now for the final round," scoffed Ariah as she gently pressed on the back of Taylor's head. Slowly, she guided Taylor towards Yasmin. Eager to avoid showing weakness, Taylor gauged Ariah's intentions and lent in to kiss Yasmin passionately on the mouth. Taylor's sweet lips took Yasmin completely by surprise. Hesitant momentarily, Yasmin returned the kiss with fervour and slipped her tongue between Taylor's teeth. Taylor allowed their tongues to intertwine and placed her hand on the back of Yasmin's head. Seconds later, intoxicated, Yasmin felt Taylor's bare breasts press against the fabric of her dress. Laughing, Ariah pulled the two girls apart.

The first to regain her senses, Taylor inquired, "Satisfied yet Ariah?" "Not yet, I want to try one last test." Suddenly, Ariah launched a huge banoffee pie straight at Yasmin's unsuspecting, blindfolded face. The banana, cream and toffee exploded all over her cheeks and ran down her shoulders onto her dress.

"My dress!" Wailed Yasmin as she felt the pie explode against her skin. "Is it okay?" Feeling guilty, Ariah bent forwards to explore the damage. "I'm so sorry Yasmin, I just couldn't resist. There's not too much of a stain, stay here and I'll wipe you clean." Ariah profusely apologised as Taylor glared at her and kept checking the time. Returning from the kitchen with a wet cloth, Ariah began to wipe the toffee and cream from Yasmin's long suffering pretty face. Ariah then dabbed Yasmin's face dry with a kitchen towel before turning her attention to her red dress. Remarkably, only a small smattering of cream ran down her dress, situated just over her chest. Clumsily, Ariah scooped up the cream, pressing harshly up against her breasts. Having sponged the dress clean, Ariah then plunged the wet cloth into Yasmin's cleavage. Opening up the neckline of Yasmin's dress, Ariah delicately dabbed Yasmin's youthful breasts clean. Running her fingers up and down the contours of Yasmin's chest, Ariah began to tickle her cleavage before bending down and kissing her on the top of her breasts. "All better," Ariah gushed, as Taylor tried awkwardly to look away.

Impatient, Taylor reached into her duffel bag for the second time. "Good. Right, now, it's time for your blindfold Ariah." Taylor reached over and hurriedly tied the blindfold tightly around Ariah. Having snapped out of her reverie, Yasmin's mistrust for Taylor returned. She was blindfolded, how could she be sure that Ariah was now too? "How do I know that Ariah can't see either?" She asked, genuinely concerned. "We haven't got time for another game," Taylor whined, before adding, "but I have a great idea."

Retaking the initiative, Taylor reached into her duffel bag and pulled out two party poppers. Holding one directly over Ariah's head, she pulled down on the string without a word of warning. Frightened, both Yasmin and Ariah jumped in unpleasant surprise. Taylor playfully rearranged the chaotic pile of party string that had landed on top of Ariah's pristine head of hair. Before Ariah had the chance to disagree, Taylor trilled, "Hmm, let's try it again." The loud explosion of the second party popper swiftly followed and as before, Taylor emptied its contents over Ariah's ornately florid hair. Now clearly quite shaken, Ariah begged, "Please stop. I clearly can't see. Let's get going, I don't want to be late."

Before relying, Taylor gave Ariah a scornful look. If anyone was making them late, it was Ariah. Zipping up her bag, Taylor responded, "Alright, where are your keys? I guess you want me to lock up. "In the fruit bowl, by the fridge," Ariah replied, whilst pointing in completely the opposite direction. One at a time, Taylor led Ariah and Yasmin to the door. Upon stepping outside, she bade Oli, who had been patiently waiting for them, to help her direct them across the drive. Confused by the splodge of banoffee pie on her blindfold, Oli guided Yasmin, whilst Taylor led Ariah to his car. After awkwardly complimenting Yasmin on her appearance, Oli clumsily let his left palm trail across Yasmin's stomach as he reached over to strap her in. Ever observant, Taylor gave him a dirty look and he shrivelled back apologetically into his seat. Regaining the courage to talk, he added, "I've just had word from the others, they're all ready and waiting for us to arrive, they can't wait to begin." Looking over at Taylor for forgiveness, his glance slid downwards as he noticed that Taylor's dress appeared to have faint finger marks across her chest. "Oi up here," she remarked, before flattening down her dress against her breasts.

Strapped in and blinded from the world, Yasmin now had plenty of time to think to herself. She hadn't been blindfolded since the last time she had played pin the tail on the donkey when she was about six. As the minutes passed, she found the experience both invigorating and decidedly creepy. She sensed that Oli had not meant to touch her, but unlike with Taylor or Ariah, she didn't appreciate the attention. She liked Oli, but he had no right to touch her there. Accident or not, he should have taken more care.

Her mind then switched back to the rest of the evening. Who were the others who couldn't wait to begin? They could all be in on the plot against her and she wouldn't have a chance to resist. She still didn't trust that Ariah was truly wearing a blindfold at all. Sitting beside her, Ariah didn't really seem that flustered, which she ought to be if there was even the slightest chance that she was about to get slimed. "Where are we going?" Yasmin asked, trying to pass the time. "Oh, somewhere very special," Taylor replied. "So not into town?" Ariah joked in return. "Right you are," echoed Oli, before Taylor stared accusingly at him for almost ruining the surprise. Having partially taken his eyes off the road to say sorry to his girlfriend, Oli had to take a sudden sharp left, causing Yasmin to bump up against the side of the car. "Hey be careful," moaned Ariah as she fell sideways onto Yasmin's lap. Sensing her chance, Yasmin moved her hand towards where she thought ought to be Ariah's eyes. Clawing at what she presumed to be Ariah's chin, she searched for evidence that her friend was indeed wearing a blindfold. But before she could locate it, Ariah brushed her hands up off her face and sat up, ready to remonstrate against Oli's careless driving.

Keen to pierce the awkward silence that followed, Yasmin asked, "So who's coming out tonight?" "Now that is a surprise," replied Taylor, before Oli had the chance to say anything else untoward. Disappointed not to trick Oli into spoiling the surprise, Yasmin turned her attention back to Ariah. "You're not really wearing a blindfold, are you?" She theorized. Still moody, Ariah replied, "Of course I am Yas. Why are you so jittery, all of a sudden?" Not to be deterred, Yasmin continued, "Aren't you intrigued about where we are going?" "Of course, I am," snapped Ariah before muttering, "but it's a surprise, which you seem intent on ruining. Taylor's gone to a lot of trouble tonight, don't go looking to spoil it for everyone." "Well aren't you a bit worried?" Asked Yasmin. "Worried about what?" Ariah bleated. "Oh nothing," shrugged Yasmin, aware that an air of ill feeling had swept amongst her friends.

Two minutes later, trying to address Taylor, Yasmin stammered, "I'm sorry that I helped Ariah's team win at the school fayre, you don't still blame me for losing, do you?" Taylor looked back at Yasmin, faintly amused. "Blame you? No, we were going to lose anyway. But you were a bit silly though, weren't you?" "So, you don't want your revenge?" Continued Yasmin. "Revenge? What for? You're so suggestible Yasmin, you're really are. It's been quite enjoyable to watch you squirming away in the back. Don't you ever sit still?" It was true, Yasmin was restless and fidgeting, but she was nervous, for she was sure she was about to be gunged.

As Oli took another sharp bend, Yasmin thought she heard the sound of a bucket rattling in the back of the car. "What's in your boot Oli?" She asked, knowing that Oli was more likely to spill the beans. "Erm, nothing," he lied. "Don't give me that, tell me all." Yasmin continued. "Oh, erm, a bucket," Oli spluttered, whilst keeping his eyes on the road. Yasmin froze in shock. She was right after all. Oli suddenly thought up an excuse. "Taylor thought her garage was leaking, I was going to lend her a bucket, but I forgot." "Sorry Oli, but I think you're lying," Yasmin gushed. Having finally had enough, Ariah snapped, "Yasmin if you don't shut up, I'll pie you again. Now give it a rest."

After another minute of silence, Taylor turned around to speak. "So Ariah, are you really not curious about where we are going?" "Oh, I am, but unlike Yasmin here, I prefer to keep things a surprise." Taylor nodded in reply. Clearing her throat, the brunette continued, "Now Yasmin seems to think that she needs punishing for something, Ariah would you like to help?" "Well, of course, if she insists." Ariah replied. For the first time in a while, a smile flashed across her prickly face.

Turning back around, Taylor remarked, "Oh good, we're here." Yasmin gulped. She felt the car ease to a stop. She listened out for any noises that might give their location away, but all she heard was the bitter night wind pounding against the car. Moments later, her door opened and Taylor reached out her hand. Oli led Ariah, as Taylor guided Yasmin across a stretch of tarmac that crunched violently beneath her feet. Entering through a door, Taylor shouted, "Guys, look who's here!" Her voice echoed across what Yasmin presumed to be a large warehouse floor. Yasmin heard the faint sound of indistinguishable voices flutter across from the far wall. Taylor stroked Yasmin on the hand, before adding, "Now Yasmin, I'm going to guide you to your seat. When you sit down, stay silent and keep your hands on your lap. Whatever you do, do not move." Taylor guided Yasmin across the floor and lowered her down onto a cold plastic seat. Yasmin longed to speak and to reach out to her side. Just one movement could prove what she had feared all night long.

Straining to hear, Yasmin sensed that Taylor was guiding Ariah to a seat of her own. Once she had finished, Taylor announced, "Now Yasmin, reach out to your right." Yasmin eagerly did as she was told. Stretching her arm out, she touched something that felt like a cold Perspex box. "So, Yasmin, where do you think you are?" Asked Taylor, triumphantly. Yasmin squealed. "I knew it, I knew it. You're so mean Taylor. You're going to slime me, aren't you? I'm in a gunge tank." Still bragging, Taylor continued, "Well why don't you remove your blindfold and see if you're right." Gingerly, Yasmin, removed her blindfold and gasped in utter bewilderment and surprise. Yasmin was in fact sitting down next to the gunge tank. It was not she who was inside. It was Ariah.