Life returns to its typical cycle of class, studying, homework, and sleep with some fun mixed in. Things between you and Katy haven't skipped a beat. You've still hung out most weekends, and if anything have actually been spending more time together since the fundraising incident. Each time you part ways, she makes sure to reaffirm her promise of making things up to you. Each time, you assure her that she doesn't need to, and each time, she overrules your objection.

Nearing the end of a relatively easy week, you are sitting on the couch, playing video games with some friends when Katy's goofy face fills your phone screen.

"God, would you two just screw and get it over with already?" Tim chides.

"We're just"

"really good friends who don't look at each other that way. Yeah, we've heard that one before," Cody chips in.

"Oh, fuck off," you joke as you pick up the phone and walk into the kitchen.

"Do you still have that ugly selfie I sent you as my contact photo?" Katy starts.

"Of course. I feel it's the truest representation of who you are."

"Ugggh," she laughs. "Whatcha up to Saturday night? I still want to make it up to you for what happened the other week, and I won't take no for an answer."

"You really don't"

"Well I'm going to; so can you hang out Saturday evening?"

"Yeah sure. I've was planning to go to the game with the crew, but it should be over by like 4:30 or so."

"Ok, well if I'm done prepping in time, I'll join you guys. Otherwise you can just come over afterward."

"Prepping for what?" you ask.

"Just some things for some sorority projects. I'll touch base with you on Saturday, yeah?"

"Sounds good. Have a good night."

Saturday rolls around, and as you are getting ready to head to the game, Katy texts you that she plans on joining. Throughout the day, you repeatedly ask her what your evening plans entail, but she refuses to give any details. The game is a wild one that ends with the home fans, now full of smuggled snacks and booze, celebrating wildly. Once back to the parking lot, your group says their goodbyes and you catch a ride with Katy back to her place.

"So what are you thinking for tonight?" you try one last time.

"We're literally almost there, you'll know in like five minutes. Just calm down," she retorts in mock frustration.

"Where was Sam today?" you change the topic.

"Oh, she didn't have any classes on Friday or Monday, so she went home for the weekend."

"Ah. I haven't seen her for a while and was hoping to see how she was doing."

She almost lets something slip, but changes the topic for the rest of the ride. You exit the car and walk up to the front door, but she doesn't unlock it.

"Okay," she starts. "I almost let it slip that it was probably better that Sam wasn't here this weekend. Because I'm not sure how ok she would be with what I've done to the living room. Now don't freak out, but here's how I decided to make it up to you."

She swings the door open. You aren't immediately sure what she means, but notice something on the floor down the hall in the living room. Following the clue, you walk down the hall, past the kitchen where you notice several small stacks of pie tins, and various other baking supplies, before making it to the living room. The laminate floor is covered by a large, blue tarp and clear plastic sheeting has been taped to the walls. Some of the furniture has been rearranged and covered, to completely clear out the far corner of the room. The only unprotected object in the area is a fold-out lawn chair tucked against the side wall.

As you continue to take in the scene in front of you, you notice a selection of various size and flavored cre pies along the adjacent wall. Next to those are a few cakes and a couple of empty buckets.

After a long moment, you manage to utter, "What the"

Katy quickly cuts you off, "So our treasurer told me we've been doing a ridiculously good job of collecting donations for our formals and other events this year. And she felt bad about what happened to you, so she asked me to buy you something with some of the extra money. I figured what better 'thing' could I buy you from the sorority than some revenge? And my personal apology would be offering myself as the target of your retribution. So we're going to spend the evening creating the rest of your ammunition together, and then you get to do your worst, with no retaliation from me whatsoever."

You take a long pause to process what she just said. "What?"

With a nervous giggle, Katy reiterates, "Both my sorority and I wanted to make it up to you for what happened the other week. So with their funding, I bought a bunch of supplies. Basically you and I are going to make a bunch of pies and you get to clobber me with them and some other treats I bought. Then the Psi Mu's and I have both done our part to try to karmatically make up for what happened."

"What? You did all of this even though I told you everything was fine and that we were good?"

"Yup! I told you I was making it up to you regardless of if you wanted me to or not. And when they wanted me to get you a gift, I thought this would be the best way to kill two birds with one stone."

"I"

"Look, this is happening. Just accept it. This is how we're serving our penance regardless of if you think we deserve it or not. And if you're not willing to play your part, I will just have to use all this on myself. Which I think we can both agree would be a huge waste and a missed opportunity. Now just accept it, and let's have a fun, ridiculous evening at my expense. After all, I've already had a few at yours" she finishes with a playfully mocking poke.

"Now join me in the kitchen and let's get the rest of the stuff ready."

You take a moment to compose yourself before following her. She is already hard at work emptying a giant can of chocolate pudding into several of the empty pie shells from one of her original stacks.

"Ok, we've got some pie crusts, some tins, and as many paper plates as we could possibly need. I bought pudding, frosting, and some other pie fillings." She opens the fridge and pulls out several containers of cool whip. "You've got this and shaving cream and some ice cream sauces to top things with. Be creative and make whatever you want!"

She flashes you a big smile and continues, "Whatever doesn't make it into or on top of a pie, we can just throw on a paper plate and it'll be good to go. I'm guessing we'll have some extra shaving cream, so you'll at least get a few extra pies out of those. You're in charge of pie making. I'm going to mix up some stuff to fill those buckets with. Then I'll go change and you can have some fun."

You pause and stare at her, making sure she understands the ridiculousness of what you two are doing.

"Get to it," she waves you off.

Following her orders, you begin to empty a large can of vanilla pudding into another stack of pie shells. You throw frosting in some, various fruit fillings in others, and decide to leave a few blank for just shaving cream or cool whip. The two of you work meticulously for another forty-five minutes alternating between regular, everyday conversation and critiquing what the other is preparing.

"Oh god, those all look so messy," she squeals, admiring your creations. Wait, you still have some leftovers. I told you no leftovers." She goes down the line shaking every can of shaving cream to verify its emptiness. She squirts the extras onto paper plates, before similarly dishing out the contents of the few remaining cans of various substances. "Ok, let's take all of this into the living room."

After you've transferred most of the ingredients, she asks you to finish up, while she gets changed. As you finish by bringing the now full buckets over, she returns from upstairs wearing an olive green, high school t-shirt and a pair of old grey sweat pants. She is carrying a video camera and tripod.

"We can't go to all this effort and not have any evidence," she laughs. "This'll capture the fun for later." She also has some old baggy clothes for you to borrow so you won't ruin anything. You quickly change and return as she sets the camera up on the tripod in the middle of the room, facing the protected corner. She takes a moment of pause to look around the room as if inventorying everything.

"Alright, I guess there's only one thing left to do. You want me standing or sitting?"

"Up to you I guess."

"Nope, you're in charge now.

"I guess you might as well sit and be comfortable," you chuckle.

Katy grabs the chair from the wall and sets it up in front of the camera. "Ok, what's first? I'm all yours; do your worst!" she shrugs, just giving in to the present moment.

You stand there, looking clearly overwhelmed so she chips in, "You were betting on that pie to hit me with at the event, so why don't you start with that? There's a nice chocolate cre one right there."

You pick up the pastry and stand in front of her. "Maybe it's easier if you stand for this one?" you suggest. She quickly obliges. After a few tense moments of eye contact, she gestures for you to get on with it. You shrug, place your off hand on her shoulder, and smack the pie squarely into her face with the other. You rub it around for effect before wiping it upward and finally releasing. Cream and crust clatter to the floor revealing Katy's chocolate lathered face. She snorts pie from her nose and let's out a relieved breath.

"Ok, that's one. Keep 'em coming," she eggs you on, laughing.

"I don't know; I think we can call if even now. Anything more is just going to be mean."

"Don't you dare wuss out on me now after all this effort I put in. I told you, I'll do it myself if I have to."

You hold firm for a minute causing her to walk over and grab a bottle of chocolate syrup before taking a seat. "Your loss," she remarks before beginning to squeeze the sludge out on top of her own head. She empties the entire bottle, waving it back and forth to completely cover her head in the sweet substance. Wiping her face, she looks up at you and asks, "Are you ready now? Let's go."

You take a deep breath, shrug your shoulders, and decide to give in. "Give it to me!" she commands.

Arming yourself with two shaving cream pies, you take up a position in front of her and gently sandwich her head in the foam, rubbing them around until her entire head is engulfed. Wiping a hole for her mouth, she encourages you, "There you go; that was a good one. What's next?"

She wipes her face, and finally opens her eyes to you standing in front of her with a rectangular chocolate cake. "Oh god," startled, she tenses quickly. You wait for her to reopen her eyes and draw out the moment. She keeps holding her breath and half-cringing as you slowly bring the cake closer to her face. Rapidly shaking her arms in front of her chest, she barks out, "Just do it!" You oblige and wipe the cake from her chin onto the top of her head. Arms still shaking, she frantically tries to exhale the cake from her nostrils. She clears her face again, to you breathlessly laughing.

"That's good, you're finally enjoying this. Keep it coming," she orders with a mix of hesitation and attempted motivation. You grab a 5-gallon bucket and take a place behind her. Her arms shoot out to the sides as she dutifully scrunches her smiling face and looks skyward. You slowly empty the entire bucket of runny green pudding all over her. "Oh that's cold," she shivers. She rubs the pudding down her shirt and off to the side, before cleaning her arms and taking a second pass at her hair. "I've got a funny idea, if I may?"

You gesture her along and she quickly selects a chocolate pudding filled pie topped with mounds of whipped cream. She sets it on her seat before sliding out of her sweatpants and tossing them playfully to the side. Your view pans up her mostly clean legs until it meets her bright blue soccer shorts she was wearing underneath. "Ok, ready for this?" she asks, snapping you back to. You smile, amused at how much she also seems to be enjoying all of this. "Alright, 3, 2, 1" she gives a quick count before giving a little hop back into her chair. She lets out a giddy squeal as pudding and cream launch out in every direction. "Oh my god that was exactly what I was picturing," she laughs. "Oh whoops," she points to some chocolate, marring your otherwise clean sweats.

"Hey, they're yours," you shrug.

"Alright, back to you," she motions with both arms. "Might I recommend these remarkably clean legs," she offers, teasingly advertising with a slow pass of her hands.

"Maybe in a minute," you retort.

Grabbing two banana cre pies, you ask her to stand. She does and you promptly sandwich her head between them, sliding one tin up as a hat. You wipe a little splatter from your cheek as she begins posing. "Do I look pretty? Is the hat helping?" she giggles as she slides it around to different positions. You playfully push her back into her seat, sending another unintended splattering of mess in every direction. "Ooooh," she shudders.

You grab another bucket and she shoots you a mockingly pleading pout over her shoulder. With one finger, you motion for her to look up. Faking indignation, she crosses her arms and complies. This time it's thick brownie batter that slowly engulfs her upper half. She wipes it all around her body, covering her arms and coating her legs, before tossing her shirt to the side. "That was way too heavy and kept sticking to me." She keeps rubbing the batter around her body.

"Wow, this feels great. It's like a spa, like a mud bath or something."

"Whatever you say," you mock. Remembering the camera, she squints in a vain attempt to make out the screen. "Gosh, I must look absolutely rid-"

"Delicious!" you cut her off. "Absolutely delicious." While mostly sincere, she notices your smirk and takes it for mockery.

"God I want to smack that smug look off your face," she teases. As she wipes more batter from her hair, you return with another chocolate cre pie. You hold it out in front of her and she closes her eyes and sticks out her tongue. After a moment, she hesitantly opens one eye, then both. "Not for the face?" she asks. "Or are you making me hit myself with it?" she continues with playful frustration.

"Smack away," you reply, handing her the pie. She exhales sharply with fake agitation, holds her breath, and forcefully smacks the pie into her own face with both hands, before rubbing it around for good measure.

You break out in a hysterical laugh. "I meant smack that smug look off my face," you manage between bouts of laughter. "How mean do you think I am?" you double over. She taps you on the shoulder, and you look up to her angrily cocking a coconut cre pie.

She pauses for a moment before admitting defeat. "I can't; this is your payback time." She hands you the pie.

"We are so much more than even," you assure her. "This was really sweet of you, honestly. And quite unexpected," you chuckle. You give her an expression that promises it's ok, and hand her back the pie.

"You promise?" she asks weakly.

"As much as I meant that you look delicious," you return a coy smile.

She rolls her eyes and scrunches her mouth to one side. "Well I was going to say I'm really sorry again, but your sarcasm makes me not want to" With that, she firmly plants the pie into your face. Her explosion of laughter is interrupted by your glare.

She innocuously takes a swipe from your cheek and somewhat suggestively licks it off her finger. "What are you going to do about it?" she teases. You tilt your head, a little unsure if you've correctly read the room. She gently nods her head, and gives a "bring it" gesture with both hands.

Wasting no time, you grab a cherry pie and press it firmly into her chest. "Mmmm," she moans, rubbing the cherries all over her torso. "My turn." She helps you out of your shirt and returns with two pudding pies, which she smacks into your chest, before massaging the filling all over your front and shoulders. She then takes a bottle of caramel sauce and pulls you in tight, as she drizzles it over both of your heads. She sneaks a quick peck on the cheek before putting her hands on the arm rests and bending over the chair.

"Your turn," she whispers. You grab a thick blueberry pie and walk over. "Do you think these are in the way?" you ask, gently touching her waistband to test the water.

"They might just be," she replies. You set the pie on her back, and help her slide her underwear down to her ankles. She teasingly wiggles her butt in the air. You grab the pie and slam it into the waiting target. She lets out a yelp as she quickly spins around and grabs your face with both hands. Your lips meet in a long, passionate kiss. All those years of friendship and bonding, erupting in one glorious moment.

She pulls away with a devilish smile on her face. "I have something you simply must try," she comments. "Close your eyes."

A minute later she tells you to open them, and you see an already tall vanilla cake that she has added several containers of different colored frosting on top of, sitting in her chair. "Your throne, my liege," she remarks, dropping to one knee. You pause reluctantly, prompting her to rise and begin kissing you as she helps you out of your remaining clothing. She backs you up to the chair, places her hands on your shoulders, and gives you a smile, followed by a frim downward push. You momentarily lose control at the sensation of the cake being forced between your cheeks and up your legs and back.

She quickly pounces on top, forcing you deeper into her improvised cushion. You shudder as your eyes roll back. She begins slowly sliding back and forth in your lap as she grabs the back of your head. You nibble on her neck as she gyrates faster and faster. Chocolate cascades over both of you as she reveals another bottle with her free hand. Not wanting the moment to be over too soon, she quickly jumps off to grab more supplies. She returns and fills your hands with pink and blue frosting, before filling her own with gobs of green and orange. She teases your cock with her tongue before taking up her place in front of you.

Plopping the orange frosting delicately on top of your head, she uses her newly available hand to help her straddle you and slide your cock up inside her. She then rips her sports bra off and orders you to coat her breasts and then lick them clean. You begin to massage the sticky mess in each hand into her waiting breasts. As you do, she retrieves the frosting from atop your head and smushes both handfuls into your face, rubbing it all over and into your hair.

As her hands make it to the back of your head, she jerks it forward and orders you to start licking. As you tease her nipples with your tongue, her bouncing keeps getting faster. Before long you forcefully finish and she lets out a pleasured scream, before collapsing her head into your chest. Collectively you slide out of the chair and onto the ground. Both panting, you take turns playfully rubbing some of the mess from the floor onto each others bodies. As your breathing returns to normal, her head finds your chest as your hand finds her hair. You both suddenly remember the video camera and keep going on about how you can't wait to watch the replay. Lying there in a messy heap, you begin to doze off. She rests for a little while before gently waking you and helping you to your feet as she leads you to what can only be a magical shower.