One of two alternate sequels to 'The Raffle'

It had been two weeks since the fair and I was having real regrets. I had been friends with Joe for nearly ten years, and in that time we had never gone more than a couple of days without talking or texting. Until now. I haven't heard from him and I can't escape the fear that I have ruined our friendship in a moment of post-orgasm impulsivity. Although, I can't deny that I think about that day at the fair a lot. Usually, as I lie in bed at night alone, my thin cotton night dress clinging to me as sweat covers my body in the oppressive summer heat. The memories of the cream coating my face, of the cool custard still covers my skin in goosebumps.

Sighing, I return to loading the dishwasher, absentmindedly humming along to the radio. Just as I finish setting the cycle, my phone buzzes on the counter next to me.

Joe (12:32): Hey, I think we need to talk. I may have a proposition for you

Relief washes over me as I see that he at least wants to talk. Before I can reply, another message comes through

Joe (12:32) Come to my flat now. Wear exactly what you wore when I last saw you

The dress has hung on my door for the past two weeks, unworn and unwashed. That dress had a sacred moment woven into it's fabric that could be seen in the faint yellow stains.

Me (12:34): Be there in about 30 mins

I run up the stairs and strip off my jeans and t shirt hastily. I run into the bathroom in my bra and knickers, quickly brushing my teeth while spraying half a can of deodorant over myself. With the summer heatwave only getting worse, I was determined not to turn up drenched in sweat. As I carefully reapply my makeup, my phone buzzes again

Joe (12:40): Wear EXACTLY what you wore when I last saw you

Realisation dawns on me, a familiar tingling sensation returning at the thought. I text him back to say ok, and undo my bra. Taking a deep breath, I take the dress from the hanger and slip it on, zipping it up. Feeling thrilled and terrified, I stuff my feet into my sneakers and grab my small handbag. Finally, I glance around my empty room as if I expect to be caught, before sliding off my knickers. Before I can talk myself out of it, I rush downstairs and leave the house, feeling the breeze tickle the naked skin beneath my dress.

I arrive at Joe's flat, feeling nervous as I knock on the door. He opens it, smiling as he invites me in. I squeal in shock, though, as I feel him lift up the back of my dress, exposing my bare arse to him and anyone who could have been passing on the street. He just shrugs with a mischievous smirk.

"I had to check you you did as you were told" he chuckles, leading me into the small lounge. In the middle of the room is a chair with a heavy cream pie sitting on it. I feel myself blush fiercely as he takes me by the shoulders and leads me to the chair. Taking my bag, he puts a gentle pressure on my shoulders, encouraging me to sit in the pie. Heart pounding, I move my dress out of the way and lower myself into the creamy dessert. Neither of us dares breath as I hover above the creamy substance. Finally, the cream touches my lips, sliding in and around my core. I can't hold back the moan at the sensation, but resist the urge to grind down into the pie.

"So we come to my proposition." Joe says, smirking down at me. He steps in front of me, sitting on the sofa. "We both know that this messy stuff turns you on. And I think we both know that I enjoy seeing you get messy." We both glance down at the erection poking through his jeans, awkwardly nodding.

"I propose a fuck buddy situation. We stay friends, but we occasionally meet up for a messy session where I cover you in filth and we both get off. Sound good?" I nod eagerly, scarcely believing what I'm hearing. He offers me his hand and pulls me to my feet. Pie still clings to my skin, and I'm about to wipe it off when he stops me. Getting on his knees, he pulls the knickers I gave him from his pocket. He gestures for me to lift my foot, and I do so, allowing him to pull the panties up my body. When they cover my pied body, he cups my pussy, pushing the cream between my folds, never breaking eye contact with me.

I'm already soaking wet when he stands me in his bedroom, where he has laid plastic coverings all over the floor.

"We're going to play a game called 'don't turn around'. No matter what I do to you, you must face forward. And you must wear these." he said cockily, waving a pair of handcuffs in front of my face. Gulping, I nod, putting my hands behind my back for him to cuff. The metal is cool of my wrist, and I'm shocked by how exposed I feel.

Joe presses himself against my back, sliding his arms through mine to embrace me. My eyes flutter shut as he takes my earlobe in his mouth, kissing his way down my neck. His hands pull up the front of my dress, and my head falls back onto his shoulder with a sigh as he slide his hand in my knickers. Pushing through the pie and cream, his fingers dance across my clit, making my breath catch. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers away, still pulling my pants away from my body, making me groan in disappointment. My eyes snap open in shock, though, as he pours cold custard into my knickers. I gasp as it trickles over my hot cunt, clenching my fists in my handcuffs. Once again, Joe cups my core through my panties, massaging the liquid into my folds through the fabric.

My mouth is still hanging open in shock when he slams a heavy chocolate pie into my face. The force of the hit takes my breath away, and I have to fight the urge to turn around to see if the cream covers him as I suspect. The pie tin drops from my face slowly, filling dribbling from my mouth. Joe licks the chocolate from my cheek, humming with satisfaction and pleasure. He tenderly clears the pie from my eyes, kissing my neck again. The tenderness disappears, though, as he wipes his hands on my hair with a chuckle. I feel a heavy substance hit my head in a wet slap, moaning as Joe drags it through my hair. As he massages the sweet smelling goo into my hair, I feel it becoming hopelessly stuck together. The ruination of my hair makes my cunt clench as I bite my lip. I reach for Joe with my cuffed hands, still facing forward, and clutching the fabric of his jeans as my toes curl.

He steps away from me as I whine in protest, feeling horribly empty. This is only momentary, though, as his hands suddenly appear on either side of my face. My breath stops as I see the thick frosting that coats his hands and he slides them into my dress. He massages my breasts with the sticky goo, pinching my nipples as I pant, my cunt dripping. He pulls the cups of my dress down, leaving my tits exposed. He comes to kneel in front me, taking my gooey, hard nipple in his mouth. I rub my thighs together, desperately seeking friction as his tongue teases me. His hands slowly slide up my thighs under my dress to cup my bum, his breath warm on my covered sex. I inadvertently thrust my hips forward, hopelessly aroused. He admonishes me with a swift spank, which in turn makes me release a whore-ish moan.

He pulls my knickers down, and is once again at eye level with my sex. The time, he leans forward, pressing an open mouthed kiss to my cunt. As his tongue flicks at my clit, he hold me tightly as my knees go weak, moaning wantonly. He stops suddenly, standing again. Before I can protest, he pulls at the flimsy zip of my dress, ripping the garment in two. This simple act alone nearly makes me cum, as I stand before him, naked and filthy.

He is behind me again, once again embracing me. He has taken his jeans off, and guides my cuffed hands to his cock. With my sloppy hands, I begin massaging his cock as he finally fingers me in earnest. I am embarrassingly quick to cum after all of Joe's teasing, and begin clenching around his fingers. At this point, he pours thick green cake batter over my head, slowly covering my entire naked body. I'm so overwhelmed that I cum over his fingers once again with a scream. He responds in kind as I feel his hot cum spurt against my back and dribble over my arse.

Thinking about it, I'm really glad we went to the fair.