Her name was Sarah. She was 18 years old...a senior at Laurel Park High School, a prestigious school in an affluent suburb of Chicago. From my first week in the new job as Director of Bands at Laurel Park we had developed a close, emotional student-teacher bond. She was first chair clarinet in my top wind ensemble. Sensing that I was getting my bearings as a new teacher, she had gone out of her way to be helpful and supportive...a reassuring presence. President of the Honor Society, Sarah exuded a mix of sweetness, intelligence, dignity, responsibility, and a vivacious eagerness for learning. Secretly, I also knew that she was one of the hottest girls I had ever met. She had shoulder length blond hair. Her smile was intoxicating. Sparkling blue eyes illuminated a radiant, princess-like face. She dressed tastefully, but there was no hiding that perfect ass in a pair of jeans, the smooth glorious legs or full sumptuous breasts, the epitome of feminine beauty. Within the first two weeks of school I noticed that I looked forward to seeing Sarah each day. Knowing that she was off limits, I hid my feelings, enjoying the fact that I could serve as her mentor and friend. Our bond was built on deep mutual respect and I would never do anything to change that. When May rolled around, I began to imagine, with feelings of deep sadness, the moment I would have to say goodbye to Sarah. She had been accepted at Northwestern for the fall, so she wouldnt be going far, but her life would completely change and the moment we had shared would fade into the past.

It was on a Friday after school in early May when I opened the faculty e mail that made my heart leap into my throat. The schools annual Pie a Senior fundraising event would take place at 1:00 PM on the following Friday. Students had voted for the 10 Laurel Park seniors they would most like to see get hit with pies. I scanned the list, recognizing a few of my students: Julie Kim, Megan Jamison...Sarah Morel...

I tried to imagine a pie smashing into Sarahs beautiful face, but it seemed unimaginable. Had she really agreed to do this...to be demeaned in front of the whole school? Was this her reward for being beautiful, intelligent and kind? How had she been able to go about her business at school so nonchalantly, knowing that this was going to happen to her in the not so distant future? The whole situation fascinated me and turned me on.

Over the next week, every time I saw Sarah all I could think of was a pie going in her face. I would wait for her to bring the subject up. On the Wednesday before, I overheard heard snatches of conversation between Sarah and a group of her friends.

Oh my God, youre going to get SO trashed. Last year was a TOTAL mess! giggled a girl. How are you feeling?

Im kind of nervous. admitted Sarah, laughing. Its actually something Ive always wanted to experience, though, so I think its going to be cool...

Remember what happened to Caitlin last year? giggled another girl. It was something like 20-30 pies!

Luckily, I was sitting at a desk, so I was able to hide my erection. The next day (the Thursday before The Friday) was the final band concert of the year. Sarah played a solo with the band to cap off her final concert as a graduating senior. Her playing reflected her spirit. She wore the most beautiful spring dress, looking like a fair maiden, the epitome of fresh femininity. She carried herself with poise. Everyone in the band knew what would happen to her the next day...were they as distracted as I was?

After the concert, with tears in her eyes, Sarah gave me a small gift and a note expressing what a special teacher I was. We hugged and I felt her perfect body in my arms. I had a hard time sleeping that night, in anticipation of what I would see the next day. How ironic that THIS would probably be my most lasting memory of this amazing young woman who had had such an effect on my first year as a teacher!

At 8:45 the next morning Sarah came into the band room. I noticed immediately that she had come to school prepared for the pies. She was wearing running shorts and a spaghetti-strap top. Her short blond hair was pulled into a neat ponytail. In addition to her backpack and clarinet case she carried a Target bag, apparently containing a neatly folded towel and a change of cloths.

I complimented her on her playing the night before, again thanked her for the gift and told her that I would remember her as an extraordinary student.

She thanked me and then paused giggling with slight embarrassment.

Im going to be involved with the Pie-a-Senior event later today...and Mr. Morgan...I was wondering if you would be able to come and throw a pie in my face?

Yeah...I heard about that. I said. Ill be there.

Cool!


I got to the gym at 12:45. The bleachers were full of enthusiastic students. Rock music throbbed from a sound system. Plastic covered a large section of the floor and part of a wall. Rows and rows of massive pudding and whipped cream pies lined tables. Sticky chocolate syrup was drizzled on the gooey, oozing pies. Each pie would be sold for $1.00. I could not believe this was really happening at Laurel Park! The head of the student council picked up a microphone and the music cut out. The crowd erupted in an ear splitting cheer.

Laurel Park...Are we ready for PIE-A-SENIOR?!

The students responded with a cheer.

Awesome! We know youve been waiting all year for this, so lets bring up our seniors now!
Slowly, laughing with embarrassed reluctance, 10 seniors stepped forward and lined up on the plastic. Students began eagerly lining up to buy pies and I suddenly realized that I was first in line. I had decided that I would only buy 2 pies, one for each hand...and then I would just watch...

Giggling, nervously, Sarah stepped, barefoot onto the plastic. I looked at her smooth, perfect legs, her amazing cleavage. She took a deep breath and nervously brushed a hand over her blond bangs. Reading her lips, I noticed that she giggled something like, This is it! Oh my God, Im so nervous! All her of her talents and accomplishments throughout high school and it had come down to this...pies being thrown in her face in front of the whole school...and no matter how many extraordinary things she was destined to do in life (and I was sure she would do something special) this crazy moment would always be a part of her.

I tossed $2 down and slowly picked up two pies. They were surprisingly heavy. I looked down at the heaping mounds of thick, smooth pudding, whipped cream and sticky chocolate syrup. I tried hard not to let them slide out of my hand. Could I really do this? Was THIS about to go in my most special students face? I stepped onto the plastic and the whole gym began cheering with riot-like intensity. Sarah took another deep breath and stiffened her body, her arms hanging awkwardly at her sides. I slowly approached her and she giggled uncontrollably in anticipation. I stood in front of her, raising the first pie in aim and our eyes met.

Sorry. I laughed.

Its OK, Mr. Morgan. she giggled, her shoulders tensing.

SMACK! I smashed the first pie into Sarahs face. I rubbed it in, feeling her face on the other side of the plate. The gym cheered as whipped cream and pudding exploded in every direction. An avalanche of thick pie dropped in heavy clumps into Sarahs cleavage, coating the cute spaghetti strap top. The plate dropped and her mouth hung open in shock, her face completely unrecognizable and pie hanging from her bangs.

SMACK! I pushed the second pie into Sarahs face and then smeared it up into her hair and down her ponytail. She shook with laughter. Suddenly, I noticed how many students were ready to throw their own pies at Sarah.

SMACK!....SMACK!...Pie after pie pelted Sarah, one coming down on top of her head, another smearing into her breasts. SMACK! Sarah got a pie right in her ass. One enthusiastic guy smeared it down her legs. Yet another pie was pushed and smeared into her breasts.

SMACK!.....SMACK! More pies...

SMACK! A pie went right into the face of Julie Kim, a talented oboe player in the band. Then flute player, Megan Jamison got hit. Everyone was reveling in the craziness of it...the MESSINESS of it. A whole year of hard work and responsibility getting gloriously demolished in this wild and crazy orgy...Sarah, standing meekly, looked like some kind of science fiction creature, an unbelievable amount of pie smeared in her hair...consuming her face and body. It went on and on and on...Pictures were taken for the school newspaper. It was a sight I could have never imagined.

SMACK! Right in Sarahs face and it didnt even matter anymore because it was, after all pie number....53?

...Within 20 minutes it was done. Sarah, slightly dazed tried to walk and slipped on all that pie. She rolled around, giggling and relishing the unique experience. She would go to the locker room and take a long shower. She would have a great story to tell on many first dates. And this is the image that would now always come to mind when I remember sweet, wonderful, Sarah...first chair, clarinet.