My Roommate's Girlfriend 3

Still dripping in pies and with my hands still cuffed behind my back, Stacy and I made sure the coast was clear and snuck out the front door to her car. Stacy opened my door and guided me into the passenger seat which she'd previously covered with a dry cleaning bag.

"You planned ahead to kidnap me too?" I laughed.

"No Silly, this is our first date!" she grinned.

Stacy drove us the short ride across town to her house. The little bungalow she shared with her sexy roommates was warmly lit up. A tarp is set up in the living room with a cafe table and chairs in the middle. After Stacy gestures to take a seat, she disappears into the kitchen. A moment later she reappears holding a cream pie from the ice box. I see the whipped topping on the pie has been disturbed. "Here, let me fix that." she grins, covering the cream pie with an entire can of whipped topping. As the last drips spill from the nozzle, she places it on the table in front of me. "The handcuff key is in there, why don't you retrieve it while I freshen up?" she smiles sweetly. "Oh, and since I don't want to miss this..." Stacy presses Record on a nearby video camera aimed at the table. She giggles her intoxicating lilting giggle and disappears.

I stick my tongue out at the camera before roughly plunging my face into the thick cream, pie filling squelching out of the tin onto my still sticky face. It's chocolate cream, the same type of nasty artificial flavored pie I'd ground into her face just a few days before. After probing around my tongue finds a small key. I gingerly retrieve it with my lips, depositing the key on the table. I stand, turn and scoop up the key with my cuffed hands. The slippery key drops to the floor, but I manage to retrieve it. Soon I've released my bonds and stretched. I take the opportunity to slip into the guest bathroom to try to tidy up as best I can. After scrubbing my hair and face with warm water, I brush away as much sticky pie as possible from my pants and destroyed work shirt, take a deep breath, and return to the living room.

Stacy is already seated at the cafe table which is now loaded with savory dishes, enticing looking desserts, and a few large pots. Stacy looks ravishing, having changed into a white top and short ruffled skirt. I take my seat opposite her. "Hungry?" she purrs. I am actually, it's definitely getting late. She stands, brandishes the handcuffs in front of me with a wicked grin and snaps one to my wrist, laces it through the chair back, and snaps it in place to my other wrist. "Why don't you stay for dinner?" she grins, as if I had a choice.

"First, I owe you an explanation and some ground rules." Stacy proceeds in a very business like manner. "I've had my eye on you for months. You know Michael and I have been dating for awhile, he's sweet but he's just not into the same 'interests' I have, and I suspect that you share. If I'm wrong, just let me know and I let you go, drive you home, help you clean up your room, and we chalk this up to a fun little prank that got deliciously out of hand. If I'm right, however, just tell me you'd like to say, and we'll finish our date and possibly many more in the future and see where this goes."

It's my turn to break into a grin. "I've had a crush on you forever." I confessed to Stacy. "I...I've also always had this little kink about getting messy." I continue, blushing lightly.

Stacy smirks, "I picked up on that right away. Remember when I first came over and Michael introduced us? You were looking at some WAM on your laptop. You didn't realize I could see your screen in the mirror behind you. Amateur move, really." she giggled sweetly. I blushed deeper. "I'm hugely turned on by messy foods, but Michael had zero interest, so I decided to focus on tormenting you."

"That's understandable, I'm pretty great." I grinned.

"Watch it!" Stacy growled, flipping a spoonful of whipped cream at me, connecting with laser-like accuracy with the end of my nose. "I'm also kind of a switch. I love to be tied up and destroyed with pies. Keep that in mind for future dates." She added cheerfully. "What do you think?" she offered, the first uncertainty I'd ever heard from her lips as she looked up at me with those doe eyes.

"Yes! I'd love to see where this leads with you." I offered sincerely. "You're amazing and I can't wait to spend some more time with you."

Stacy leapt across the table and wrapped me in a hug. "This is going to be SO FUN!!" she gushed. "Enough talk then." and she mashed an oversized creampuff into my mouth, temporarily gagging me. "Time for dinner!"

I spat out the creampuff, "Um, I'm restrained again?" I reminded her. "A little help?"

Stacy feigned surprise, "Oh yes, let me help with that. She disappeared into the kitchen again, this time carrying a large bib. "Here you go!" she cooed as she fastened it around my neck, making no effort to free my hands. I rolled my eyes.

Stacy lifted a spoon full of broccoli cheddar soup, blew on it, and slid it mast my lips sweetly. I gratefully swallowed the offering. She then proceeded to empty the remaining bowl into my lap, rubbing it in playfully.

She returned to her seat and withdrew another canister of spray cream, dabbing a bit on my nose before letting loose a long blast down her top between her breasts. She shivered with excitement at the cold cream. She stood, peeled off her cream-stained top and pressed the mound of cream into my face. I lapped her perfect breasts clean hungrily as she moaned gently.

She turned and surveyed the table again, selecting one of the large pots. Baked beans. She swung her leg over my chair and plopped into my lap, lifting the large pot over our heads before gently, slowly tilting the pan. Warm baked beans cascaded over our heads pooling between us, the savory tomato smell pungent in the room.

Surveying the remaining offerings, Stacy selected a large strawberry cheesecake. "UP!" she ordered. I struggled to raise my butt above the chair. Stacy slid the sticky dessert underneath and rested her sexy foot in my lap, gently pressing down, forcing my seat into the mess with a soft squish. I felt the destroyed dessert squish out into my pants and down my calves.

Next, she selected two pies. "Blueberry cream or Coconut cream?" she offered. "Um, blueberry please." I grinned, knowing that for her purposes it didn't matter. She pushed the blueberry cream pie into my face, held it for a moment, then allowed the pie tin to slide down into my lap. Finally she turned the coconut cream pie into her own face, twisting delicately and removing the tin, leaving the crust largely in tact, her gorgeous hair framing the comical pie now obscuring her face. Without removing the pie she leaned in for a deep, passionate, and extraordinarily messy kiss. Our lips and tongues explored and lapped one another before we reluctantly pulled apart, Stacy's breath was heavy. "Well, that was a delightful dinner. I don't ordinarily kiss on the first date." she admitted playfully.

"Thank you!" I breathed. "I'm starting to get some ideas for our next date." I grinned. "Halloween's coming up. Would it be too forward to suggest a couples' costume?" I offered.

She burst into a laugh, "Depends what you come up with I suppose." she smiled back. Stacy unlocked my wrists, we shared another passionate messy embrace, and I helped her tidy up the now destroyed living room. "May I drive you home?" she offered.

"No, it's less than a mile, I'll walk. It's almost 2:00 AM and nobody will believe the drunks stumbling out of the bar when they say what they saw." I kissed Stacy goodnight and practically floated out the door into the night, the cleanup awaiting me in my own room barely crossing my mind.