(This is the intro of a longer story. Lots of context here (read "teasing"). There'll be detailed pay-off in future installments, though, so don't worry. I just wanted to get something out there for now. I truly believe the WAM fetish is as old as mankind, and that people throughout history have had to manage their WAM fetish according to the social norms of their time. I've no doubt there have been Victorian-era housewives who shooed their servants out of the house and let themselves have it in front of a full-length mirror. The idea of two women in stuffy 1950s America working through their pie fetish just fascinates me, and this first story sets the scene for future installments of the adventures of Val and Donna. Also that's why some of the dialogue is a little stilted. I'm trying to acknowledge the more formal mid-20th century speech cadence. Thanks for reading!)

June 23, 1956 - Oswego, NY.

Condensation had formed on the pies. Donna could see them from ten feet away. The droplets were as big as you'd expect for pies that size, which was way bigger than anything you'd see at a family picnic. Then again, they weren't made to be eaten.

Val stood casually, her weight resting on her left leg and a pie in her right hand, held up to her ear like a waitress holding her tray. Donna stood frozen, her rapid heartbeat visible in the hollow of her neck. She couldn't take her wide brown eyes off the picnic table. Four banana cream pies, she counted. She had to admit, Val surprised her with this one. She didn't see why Val would remember that night during freshman year, but apparently she did.

"Well, Donna. Shall I?" Val purred.

Donna stiffened at the question. She said nothing. Just stared at the table.

"You didn't think I remembered, did you?"

"No, I didn't," Donna whispered.

Val just smiled.

"What are we doing, Val?" Donna asked, her eyes still on the table.

"I think you know quite well what we're doing. Unless I imagined what I read that night."

"Are you sending me up?"

"If I am, I'm sending myself up, too. Two of these pies belong to me."

Donna's eyebrows climbed into her hairline. She stared at Val, her jaw working silently.

Val continued, "Why do you think I didn't read that part aloud for the girls?"

"This has been a sore spot for me since I was a girl, Val. I've been ashamed of myself since I can remember."

"As have I, my dear. Until that night, at least. I tried to reach you about it afterwards, do you remember?"

"I do now, yes. But at the time I thought you were making a play of some sort. I never dreamed-"

"That I was like you?"

"Well...yes. I never thought in a million years that that would be the case. We're so different otherwise. Are you really...?" Donna motioned toward the pie in Val's hand. "Is this really something you...?"

"Yes. Since I was a girl, too. Though it seems I've made peace with myself a little quicker than you. Tonight won't be my first time, if you understand."

Donna's eyes widened as she lowered her head to ponder Val's last comment. Then she kept her face towards the ground but looked up at Val, like a cautiously hopeful kid who doesn't want to be disappointed again.

Val slinked closer. Donna put her chin in the air, her mouth opened just a little. Just enough to let her breath faster without making a scene of it. Her eyes darted back and forth, from the pie in Val's hand to Val's eyes. From the pie to her eyes. From the pie to her eyes. She didn't step backward, she just stood there with her chest quietly heaving.

"Shall I, Donna?"

"Please..." she croaked.

"Please what, Donna?"

"Please."

"Please what, Donna?" Val teased, her mouth open now, too.

Donna balled her fists and shifted her weight back and forth, her eyes locked on the pie.

"Please, Val. Please."

"Ok, dear. Two for you, two for me."

"Ok."

"Yes? Two each?"

"Yes," Donna said, louder. Impatient, almost.

"Ok dear. As you've wished. For years."

Val hefted the pie in her right hand to get the balance right, then took a confident step forward with her left foot.

Donna's eyes closed and her mouth opened wider. A slight moan escaped her just as Val brought her right arm forward.

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