WAM in the West Chapter Two - The Beckery

A couple of months had passed since my memorable first date with Kenzie, and we'd been seeing as much of each other as possible, which wasn't enough for either of us. We'd grown close very quickly, even though we were trying to take our relationship slow. We just fit together, both physically and emotionally, and we had so much fun. I think we both sensed that this was going to be a long-term relationship and might even turn into something permanent.

Kenzie had arranged to take the weekend off, and I'd picked her up at her apartment on Saturday morning. She lived in Tempe, close to Arizona State but we were planning on spending the weekend at my townhouse half an hour away in Chandler. I lived alone and she had roommates, so we were both looking forward to some private time. Neither of us had said anything, but I think we were both thinking that this was going to be the time. I smiled when she came to the door carrying an overnight bag. She almost always dressed casually like the rest of her college friends, but her outfits were always put together carefully, and she had the knack of making comfortable look stylish. Layers were the rule in Arizona, as the days often started cool and could get incredibly hot. This morning she had the long sleeves of a blue chambray shirt rolled up almost to her elbows. It was mostly unbuttoned and worn over a darker blue skinny t-shirt, both tucked into a pair of tan 501s. Up until now I'd never really liked brown jeans, but Kenzie made me change my mind. A pair of bark blue Converse kicks matched the t-shirt, and although she usually pulled her blond hair back into a ponytail, this morning it was down. She was adorable. As usual.

We parked my old '93 Mercury Capri convertible on the street in Scottsdale and walked a block or so to one of her favorite breakfast places for a light brunch. After a leisurely meal and an hour or so of casually wandering the streets and shops of Old Scottsdale we were almost back to where we'd started. As we approached the car I noticed that we'd parked right in front of a place called The Beckery.

"Hey," I said, "This is a bakery. I didn't notice before because of the weird name. They don't close for fifteen minutes. Let's get some donuts we could even take some home for tomorrow."

We'd been holding hands as we strolled but as I said this her grip tightened and she turned to face me, her face suddenly serious. "The weird name is because the owner is named Becky and she has a bakery. Get it 'The Beckery?'"

"Clever," I said, not understanding why she was so serious. "You seem to know a lot about it, do you come here a lot?"

"I've never been inside before, but I've known about this place for a while now, and I've been avoiding it. The thing is, Becky and I used to be really good friends, but we had a big falling out. Well, we had a fight is what really happened. It was stupid and it was terrible. And it was my fault."

"I'm sure it wasn't as bad as you remember," I told her.

"You don't know the half of it," she said, "It was that bad, and the worst part is that I won the fight. I swear I'll tell you the whole story later, but you need to know that if we go in there something might happen. Something might happen to me. I might be worried about nothing, but I doubt it. And if something does happen, I need you to promise me that you won't get in the middle of it. I've been thinking about this a lot and I decided a long time ago on what I'm going to do and I'm pretty sure I know what will happen afterwards. I've had it coming for a while and I've made my peace with it, but I've been putting it off. I think this may be the right time because even though I have to do this alone, I don't want to be alone when I do it, if that makes any sense. I love knowing that you'll be with me, and I'd probably put it off again if you weren't here today. But I'm serious about you promising that you'll let me deal with this on my own."

"What exactly happened? You're not giving me a lot to go on"

"I know, but you have to promise me not to interfere. I need you to trust me, and in return I promise that I'll tell you the whole story tonight at your place."

"Okay," I said, not quite sure what I was getting into "I promise."

"You promise what?" she challenged me.

"Not to do anything unless you tell me to. It's your show."

"Good enough, I just wish I'd known we'd be coming here before I chose my outfit this morning," she said cryptically. Let's go get some donuts."

Kenzie led the way into The Beckery. It was cuter than I would have thought, given the goofy name, and it smelled great. There were a few small tables with two or three seats around them, a fairly large display case with all manner of baked confections on view, and a service counter with a bunch of loaded shelves on the wall behind it. There was only one other customer in the store and he was just finishing up.

"Thank you, come back!" The young lady working behind the counter was saying. As we approached her I saw that her work uniform consisted of a pink polo shirt with the company logo on it and a pair of blue jeans. Her brown hair was in a ponytail pulled thought the back of her matching pink ball cap which also sported the logo. Her name tag identified her as Becky. "Hi, how can I..." she stopped in midsentence as she recognized Kenzie.

"Hi Becky," Kenzie said in a small voice. She wasn't scared; to this day I've never seen Kenzie scared. But she was somehow meek. "It's great to see you. I know we didn't leave things off very well."

Becky interrupted her. "You have a hell of nerve showing up here! You know I own this place?"

"I know and I'm so proud of you for making your dreams come true. That's why I'm here. I'm tired of not being able to tell you how great this is and what a fantastic job you've done. I miss being able to talk to you about a million other things. I know it's my fault that we haven't spoken, but it's time to end this. I understand why you're still mad at me, but I'm honestly very sorry for what I did. I wasn't planning on coming here today, but I've wanted to see you for a while and I'm here now and I'm not going to leave until you forgive me."

"Forget it," Becky said, her voice quiet but firm. "You're wasting your time. Get out of here before I really get mad."

"No. I understand why you're upset, but we were friends for years, Becky. Best friends," Kenzie told her as she moved to stand by one of the little tables. "I'm staying right here until you forgive me," she repeated, "and there's nothing you can do to change my mind."

"We'll see about that." Becky looked at me for the first time. "And what's your deal?"

Kenzie answered before I could, "This is my friend Sam. Until two minutes ago he didn't know anything about any of this. He's just here for a donut."

"I'm just here for a donut." I agreed.

"Can you get her out of here?"

"I promised not to interfere, but it sounds to me like the only way she'll leave is if you forgive her." I told Becky, trying my best to play along with whatever plan Kenzie had going.

"I wouldn't bet on it," Becky said. "But you may as well sit down and have your donut."

I sat down at the table Kenzie was still defiantly standing next to as Becky went behind the counter, stopping to twist the lock on the front door and turn the sign to "Closed." When she came back she expertly took a chocolate donut, a big empty glass, and a pitcher of milk from a tray and placed them on the table in front of me. In the crook of her arm she was also carrying a metal cylinder about a foot and a half long with a clear rubber tube coming out of one end. She looked at Kenzie, "This is your last warning. It's time to leave."

"All you have to do is forgive me," Kenzie said for the third time.

Becky ignored her response and instead told us, "This is what we use to inject the donuts with jelly after they're cooked. I was just about to fill the raspberry Bismarcks. You sure you're not going to leave?"

Kenzie gulped as Becky's plan started to become clear, but her voice was firm. "Tell me we're friends again, or I'm staying right here."

I was sure my pretty new girlfriend was about to get a face full of jelly, but Becky tricked us both. With a shrug she said "Okay, I warned you," and quickly shoved the tube down the front of Kenzie's jeans and almost simultaneously pushed a button on the cylinder. The three of us saw the red jelly rush through the tube and into Kenzie's tan jeans, which immediately started to change color where they were being filled with raspberry jelly.

Kenzie's body stiffened and she let out a small "Ugh."

Becky let up on the button. "That all you have to say?" she asked as she moved around to Kenzie's back side, inserting the tube into the rear of Kenzie's jeans this time. She pressed the button again, and let it run until the changing sound of the device told us that there was no more jelly to be deposited into Kenzie's pants.

"Ugh," Kenzie repeated.

"Okay, that's enough," I started to say, getting to my feet.

But Kenzie cut me off with a look. "You promised, remember?"

"Yeah. Okay." I said, but I remained standing by Kenzie's side.

Kenzie was recovering from the shock quickly, about as quickly as her crotch and butt were turning a dark brownish red color as the jelly soaked in. A little of the liquidy jelly had even begun to make its way down the inside her pants leg and was leaking from the bottom of one of her jeans legs onto her Converse sneakers.

"Is that the best you've got?" Kenzie asked. It was clear that she was egging on her ex-friend. "This isn't even close to as bad as what I did to you in the first place. You're terrible at revenge, Becky!"

"Oh, I'm just getting started!" Becky cried as she again went behind the counter.

Kenzie was squirming around, adjusting herself one way and then another. "This feels really weird," she confessed.

"I have no doubt! Are you sure you want to taunt her like that?" I asked. After all, she has a whole bakery to work with. Kenzie gave me that look again but added a quick wink. "Okay," I said, holding my hands out in front of me. "I'm just here for a donut, after all." I returned to my seat and started in on what turned out to be the best donut I'd ever eaten.

Becky came back to the seating area, this time holding an industrial style whipped cream dispenser. There were no questions this time as Becky quickly filled both of Kenzie's shirt pockets to overflowing with whipped cream. "Hmm, more pockets" she muttered to herself as she stuck the nozzle into Kenzie's front pants pocket and pulled the trigger. Kenzie watched her work, wondering what her old friend was going to do next. After filling her one of her pants pockets, Becky seemed to get a new idea and smiled at Kenzie and patted down both of her shirt pockets, sending the whipped cream in them shooting up into Kenzie's face and hair. I was pretty sure that having her boobs grabbed like that, even through both shirts and her bra as well as all the whipped cream, would have been kind of exciting. Or maybe I was projecting my own thoughts, because it was definitely exciting me, and I was just watching! Some of the splattered cream landed on Becky's work shirt as well, but she wiped it away and kept going. She refilled the shirt pockets, this time leaving them overflowing and creamy, then deposited a good sized helping right on the top of Kenzie's head! The canister still wasn't empty, so Becky used the last of it filling Kenzie's other three pants pockets, and squirted the last of it inside her t-shirt. Becky then gave one good pat to the bulge inside Kenzie's shirt which had settled between her boobs. Whipped cream shot out the top of the shirt and covered Kenzie's neck, and was also pushed down past her boobs to settle at her tummy, where the waistband of Kenzie's jeans held the shirt firmly to her waist. Kenzie had taken the whipped cream assault in silence, but her face had expressed volumes. Her defiant look had turned to a raised eyebrows questioning expression when she saw the whipped cream canister, and then morphed into shock as the cold cream made contact with her skin. It looked like she was going to get mad as the whipped cream was sprayed into different parts of her clothing, but to my surprise, and to Becky's, it looked like, Kenzie snorted out a quick laugh when Becky thwapped her chest sending cream everywhere.

The laugh seems to spur Becky forward, and she made yet another trip behind the counter, this time returning with a pink and white cake in one hand and a good-sized pie in the other. She set the cake on the chair next to Kenzie and I was sure that my girlfriend was about to get a face full of pie. I was fooled again as Becky pulled the front of Kenzie's jeans away from her stomach and stuffed the entire pie inside to mix with the jelly. "Well, that's all we're going to fit in there" Becky mused as she worked to stuff the last of the pie into Kenzie's pants. "But we can still do this..." And she placed her hands on Kenzie's shoulders and guided her a step and half backwards into the chair where she'd left the cake. Pink and white frosting went everywhere as Kenzie's jelly-soaked, yet shapely rear end sank into the cake. Icing and cake crumbles covered Kenzie's thighs from where the cake had been forced up between her legs. It even sprayed onto Becky's pink polo and blue jeans, but the smears and smudges were nothing compared to what Kenzie must have been going through. I couldn't even begin to imagine how sitting in that cake must have felt, especially since her pants were already full of jelly and pie.

Kenzie's thoughts must have been similar to mine. "Wow, there was a lot of frosting on that cake!" she told Becky, squirming. "And that pie you shoved into my pants smells great, especially mixed with the jelly. Is it chocolate?"

"French silk."

"Yummy!"

"I'm so glad you like it! It was our special today so I made extra."

It seemed to me like the atmosphere was turning away from hostile and becoming more playful. I'd doubted Kenzie's plan a few minutes ago, but I started to think that maybe she could get Becky to come around. And I had to admit that it was both fun and strangely arousing to watch.

"I'm still mad at you Kenzie, but you've never been stupid," Becky said as she picked up the pitcher of milk, holding it over Kenzie's head and starting to pour. She poured slowly, moving the stream from directly over Kenzie's head to each of her shoulders before upending the last third of the milk in one great cascade back over her head. The milk and whipped cream streamed down Kenzie's front, soaking both of her shirts, and adding some wetness to the state of her crotch. "You know I'm going after today's extra pies next. I think you should take the chance to leave now."

Kenzie sputtered, spitting milk and cream from her mouth, her hair now mostly plastered to her head. "Wow, that's cold," she said and gave a little shiver. "Does that mean you forgive me? We're friends again?" she asked, not giving an inch while Becky made yet another trip behind the counter and back. "You've got to know how sincere I am in my apology. Why else would I be here soaked in milk and sitting in a cake and letting chocolate pie soak into my panties?"

"No, we are not friends again," Becky informed her, "and I told you they were French Silk!" and this time her next pie did go into Kenzie's face. Then a quick one on top of her head. The chocolate and whipped cream and crust dribbled and dropped from Kenzie's face and the sides of her head onto her shoulders and chest. Then Becky held Kenzie's chambray shirt open enough to accept the entire third pie, which she deposited right on Kenzie's chest, making her dark blue t-shirt all but disappear. As the pie disintegrated it left brown and white streaks behind as it slid down between Kenzie's two shirts, settling around her waist. Finally, her head just about disappeared as Becky finished off the pie barrage with a great pie sandwich to either side of her head. Pie flew everywhere, rolling down Kenzie's body to land in her lap, as well as flying back at Becky, splattering her uniform even more than before, and leaving more than a little pie on her face and hat.

Kenzie was actually laughing now as she licked her lips and scraped pie out of her eyes so she could look down and take in the state of her once cute outfit. Both of her tops were soaked in milk and covered with brown and white cream pie streaks. There was a mound of disintegrated pie in her lap, and almost as much inside her shirt. Where her jeans were even visible, they were stained a shiny dark reddish color from the jelly still soaking through from inside the denim. She looked over to me, "See, I told you this kind of thing happens to me more often than you'd think." She didn't seem to know what to do with her hands, so she finally just let them drop into the mess in her lap, making a kind of plopping noise.

"Get out!" Becky said for what seemed like the millionth time as she went behind the counter still again, but now she was smiling as she said it.

Kenzie picked one of the larger pieces of smashed pie from her chest and popped it into her mouth. "You know what to do if you want me to leave!" she retorted, stubborn to the end.

"You're darned right I do," Becky giggled as she returned to stand over Kenzie holding an industrial sized pitcher filled with custard in each hand. She set one down on the next table over.

"Umm, that's not exactly what I meant when I - ummf" Kenzie had made the mistake of watching the pitcher as Becky held it above her head and was interrupted by custard running over her upturned face and into her mouth. It seemed like Becky had some practice at this as she was very good at maneuvering the custardy stream. She slowly poured the yellow custard over the center Kenzie's head, then down the front to continue covering her face, and then moved to the back where she held out the collar of her one-time friend's shirt and let the remaining custard flow down inside the back of her clothes. Kenzie let out a yelp as the cool custard hit her thus far clean back. She started to say something again, but Becky was too quick for her, somehow switching to the full pitcher while simultaneously finding the front collar to Kenzie's t-shirt in all the mess running down from her face and over her chest on its way to her lap. She tugged at the top of Kenzie's t-shirt, and it reluctantly pulled away from her chest with a sucking sound as Becky expertly poured about half of the custard inside, splitting the other half between Kenzie's shoulders, arms and thighs, with the last few drops going back over her head again.

Kenzie's hair had started the day cute and stylish, gone white with milk then all but invisible when it was covered in cream pie, and now it was plastered to her head and covered with yellow custard. "Ugh, I think most of that is inside my bra," she said, cupping her own boobs while spitting out custard. She starting to laugh all over again as her breast cupping had caused her shirt pockets to overflow again, this time releasing milk and whipped cream and custard to flow freely.

"I'm not so sure," Becky said, poking at a good-sized bulge at Kenzie's waist where both shirts had captured plenty of glop. She pulled Kenzie to her feet and tugged at the waistband of her 501s, letting the trapped mess flow into Kenzie's jeans to join the jelly and pie from earlier. As she stood up a mixture of pie and jelly and custard began to run freely from the bottoms of her jeans and completely covered Kenzie's shoes. "Looks like some pie made it all the way around back here too," Becky observed as she turned Kenzie around and repeated the process with the back of her jeans.

"And that's in my underwear!" Kenzie yelped, squirming as the mess found it's way into the rear of her pants. "Wouldn't want to do anything halfway now, would we?" Both girls were laughing hysterically at this point, but apparently that wasn't enough to stop Becky from bringing out another tray of pies from behind the counter.

"All right, already!" I finally said before they could get started again. Miraculously Kenzie let me continue this time. "You're both too thick headed for your own good! Look Becky, I haven't known Kenzie for long, but even I know that when she sets her mind to something she's not going to back down. And as for you," I turned to the sweet-smelling Kenzie-shaped blob standing next to the table. "You're the best girlfriend I've ever had, but you need to know when to give up. Obviously Becky is as stubborn as you are! This is her business after all, and we showed up without even warning her. It's time to let her have her way." I turned to Becky, confident that I was the lone voice of reason in the room. "How much stuff did you go through? I'd like to help pay for it," I said reaching for my wallet.

Turning my back on Kenzie had been a mistake. "You promised to stay out of this," I heard from behind me and a pie hit the back of my head, instantly soaking into my hair, and running down the back of my shirt. I swiveled to look at her and saw that she was about to throw another pie as I turned around in shock. I barely had time to dodge but dodge I did! The pie sailed past me, not more than an inch from my nose and landed squarely in Becky's pretty face, knocking her hat backwards and exploding into her hair and falling down to join the rest of the splatters on her work polo. Oh, shit, I thought, now she's never going to calm down. Still, I couldn't help letting out a short laugh. As usual where women are concerned, it turned out that I had no idea what they were thinking.

"Yeah, you promised to stay out of it! I even gave you a donut!" Becky said as she wiped pie from her smiling face and picked up a pie of her own, surprising me by siding with Kenzie. I took a step back from her, which put me right next to an also grinning Kenzie, who by this time had gotten another pie from the tray. Oh crap.

They both struck at once, and this time there was no avoiding it. The world seemed to go soft and fuzzy as both sides of my head were engulfed in a giant pie sandwich. By the time I'd cleared my eyes and ears the girls were standing facing each other, each holding both of the other's hands. "I've missed you so much," I heard Becky say.

Kenzie followed up with, "We always had so much fun together! I can't believe we let that stupid fight get between us for so long!" And the next thing I knew they were hugging, which seemed to be quite a messy experience, further staining Becky's work clothes.

They were talking a mile a minute as they went back the table, both of them catching up and telling the other about the last few years. Both Kenzie and I tried to stop Becky as she went to sit in Kenzie's old chair, but we were an instant too late as she sat right on the already partially smooshed cake. Becky's eyes went wide as she realized what she'd done, and then she laughed. "Oh, well. It could have been worse, you flattened it out pretty good for me." She made no effort to remove her ass from the cake, she just stayed where she was, sitting in the cake.

It looked to me like she was sitting in what still amounted to a ton of frosting and moist cake, but it seemed like we were all friends now, so I didn't push it. "So all it took was for you both to team up against me!? That ended this whole crazy thing?" I asked in shock as I did my best to wipe the pies from my face and hair.

"Well yeah there was that, plus Becky rightfully had some anger to get out of her system. I still haven't told you why she was so mad at me, but I will when we get to your place. Also, I was holding onto a bunch of guilt from the same incident that I had to make up for. This took care of all that," she said, kind of gesturing to herself. "Then all we needed was a common enemy to bring us together again. Thank you Sam, you were perfect." As she sat in the chair across from Becky, Kenzie gave me one of those smiles that made me feel like I was the luckiest person in the world. Or at least I think she did, she was pretty covered in pie and custard and she didn't seem to be in any hurry to clean any of it away. She gasped a little as she sat down on the clean chair and there was a small squelching sound as she settled down, reminding me that there was still a fair amount of baked goods stuffed inside her pants.

"Yes, Sam, thank you," Becky chimed in. You timed that perfectly. There are three pies left if you want to take them as your reward. Do anything you like with them," she told me with a wink.

"As fun as this has all been, chocolate is my favorite, so I think I'll just take them home," I told her picking up two of the pies left on the tray.

"How many times do I have to tell you people that they're French Silk!?" Becky yelled playfully and planted the remaining pie right on top of my head!

"Got it: French," I said as I let the left side of her head have it, "and Silk," I finished as I completed the pie sandwich by smacking the last pie onto the other side of her head.