It was an odd feeling for me. For the first time in my almost year long relationship with my girlfriend, I felt apprehensive heading over to her place.

There was a good reason for it. This past week, I had turned 29. And my birthday gift from Sadie was well is was a bit of a disaster.

Now, I love Sadie. A mutual friend had set us up and we had hit it off immediately, quickly falling for each other. On my birthday, we had spent the night out with some friends of mine and the next day, Sadie had given me her own present. It was, as she called it, "Special Sexy Time."

Sadie is a lot of things. Smart, funny, kind. She's gorgeous, but more in a cute way than a sexy way. Sadie's 26 and her youthful good looks means she's still carded and bars and is likely to be for some time to come, and we're Canadian, so the legal age is 18. Sadie had short red hair, falling just shy of her shoulders, and keen blue eyes. She was in good shape, due to a slight yoga addiction. Sadie certainly wasn't curvy, but I certainly enjoyed her figure.

It was more Sadie's personality than her looks that undermined her 'Special Sexy Time' present. She hadn't dated much before meeting me and, as our physical relationship deepened and grew, Sadie enthusiastically, but awkwardly, started experimenting and coming out of her shell, so to speak. Her gift to me was dressing up as a Catholic School Girl.

It certainly was a good outfit that accentuated her toned legs, but her attempt at role play that came with it was off putting, to say the least. I like some fun role play, but there's not a lot of attraction in my girlfriend pretending to be a high school student, especially when she's a lot more sexy when she isn't trying. The night was rather underwhelming for both of us. Even worse, Sadie took on the all the blame of the failure of 'Special Sexy Time' and, despite my assurances that she didn't have to, promised to make it up to me.

And so, I wasn't sure what to expect when I arrived at her apartment that night.

Sadie let me in with an infectious smile lighting up her face. She was dressed in the plaid skirt from her Catholic school girl outfit, and dark tight, leggings underneath. She didn't have the rest of the outfit on though, which was a little bit of relief, instead opting for a plain black T-shirt. "Matt!" She exclaimed, giving me a warm hug and deep kiss.

"Ah, so Sally the Promiscuous High School Senior makes her return?" I asked, eyeing the outfit. Sadie gave a little twirl, causing her skirt to flare up. "Back for some more detention?"

"Ha ha," Sadie said. Her improvisational skills were awful. "No, not today. Sally has retired or graduated. I guess. Yes, graduated with a diploma in sexiness."

"That's enough."

"Good." She posed with a little dip. "I just like the skirt."

"I also like the skirt."

"I noticed." She pulled me in for another kiss before pulling back. "So, I wanted to make the other night up to you."

"You don't have to, Sadie."

"No, no." She took my hand and started to pull me toward her kitchen. "Last night, I Googled hot role play scenes to play with your loved one-"

"Oh, boy."

"And found some great ideas and picked the hottest one. And ta-dah!"

Sadie's apartment had a good sized combined kitchen and dining room and currently, it was full. Sadie had covered every surface with plastic tarp or old sheets, from her floor to the table and counters. And every available space on those counters held a big, fluffy white cream pie.

"Uh wow."

Sadie gave me a flirty smile - succeeded without any attempt at pretense - as she sauntered over to the only counter space without a pie. Instead, she picked up a paper and waved it at me. I barely noticed, focused on the massive pies all around me.

"I can't believe this!" Sadie said, reading from the paper with forced, fake emotion. "I've spent all day working and making these pies for the bake sale - for your bake sale." She gestured oddly, waving to the side. "This was all. For you. Now I saw you checking out that Sally girl? What?" She snorted a laugh at herself, wrinkling her nose.

I couldn't help but laugh back. I reached over and snatched the paper from her hands. "Hey!"

"What does this say?" I scanned the sheet. It was essentially a summary for a sketch. Sadie's awkward intro was printed at the top of the paper, followed by the instruction 'Taunt and Tease Matt, but don't let him touch the pies'. Further down the paper were a list of lines under the title - Get Matt To Say Before Pie. The examples were phrases like 'Let me have it' or 'Don't you dare' or 'Put it away'.

"This is summary has you hitting me in the face with all these pies," I said.

"Not all in the face," Sadie said, averting her eyes and blushing a little. "It's funnier if only one person gets messy. I think you'd look pretty funny covered in cream."

"This is all about me looking funny?"

"Funny, and well It's always been a bit of turn on for me. I think it'd be fun."

"I agree," I said. It was true, I was getting aroused and it wasn't just Sadie's short skirt. "But I think this sketch needs a little re-working."

"Not at all," Sadie grabbed the paper summary back. "It is perfect just the way it is." She smirked, bopping me lightly on the nose.

"So, what's next?"

Sadie scanned her paper. Again, her reading was comically stilted. "How could you be so gross? Did you know that Sally is only 17 years old? You are such a such a" She trailed off, looking up and noticing that I had picked up a pie.

"What are these made of?" I asked, dipping a finger into the fluffy white cream.

Sadie's blue eyes never left the pie. "Very light whipping cream. Edible, but not very tasteful. In simple graham cracker crusts."

"Huh." I rearranged the pie onto the palm of my hand. "Sorry. Continue."

"Uh"

"Read, please."

"Well, you're not supposed to be holding a pie, so if you could put that down"

"I don't think so."

"Yeah, but" she bit her lip, staring at the pie nervously, the paper shaking slightly. "I didn't I mean I'm supposed to get you." She looked down and her hair fell over her face. "I think you should hand it to me."

"Sorry, are you suggesting I give it to you?"

"Yeah - wait, no!" Sadie screeched, realizing her mistake as I took a step toward her. "Wait! Let me convince you."

"You can try."

Sadie tossed her paper to her side. She cleared her throat, causing us both to giggle, then tried to turn on the sexy charm. She pouted - it was more cute than sexy - and made her eyes as big as possible. A hand played with the edge of her skirt in what Sadie clearly thought was a seductive manner. "Please, Mr Matthew, please please hand me the big, cream pie. I'd be sooooo grateful. I would do anything."

"So, you're the high school student again?"

"Anything" Sadie repeated, batting her eyes at me.

I made a big show of deliberating, finally sighing dramatically. Sadie laughed and smiled, genuine this time. "Just say it, though."

"Say oh. Yeah, that'd be funny, if I said one of those trigger lines and didn't get pied!" She couldn't really be this oblivious, right? Her smile certainly looked triumphant. She tucked back her short red hair and held out her hands. "Matt. Give it to me."

I simply smiled in return. The pie stayed balanced on the palm of my hand.

Sadie looked at me, expectantly. She motioned with her hands and only too late realized that I wasn't just going to hand the pie to her. Her eyes grew wide. "Wait-!" she yelled, but didn't make any attempt to dodge or move.

I pushed the big cream pie directly into Sadie's face. The pie splattered across her face, the tin quickly falling to the ground leaving Sadie covered in cream and crust. White cream covered her features and was spread into her red hair and down onto her neck and black shirt. The crust broke into many pieces, crumbling all over. There was a pause and her mouth just gaped open.

"Oh my god!"

Sadie reached up with both hands, scooping cream and crust from her eyes. She tossed the cream from her hands, then wiped them on her skirt. More cream and crust fell, decorating her black shirt and leaving trails as they fell down.

"I can't believe you did that!"

"How does it feel?"

"Good. Way better than I thought it would." She looked at the cream on her hands and giggled. "You were supposed to just hand it to me."

"But you said the magic key phrase."

"What- 'Let me have it'? You asked me to!"

"You said it, again," I said, picking up another pie.

Sadie's blue eyes, peeking out from the cleared cream on her face, grew wide again. "Wait. Not another!"

"You said it!"

She smiled and took a step toward me. "You only get one shot. A second pie? You wouldn't dare."

Of course, I did dare. I pushed the pie into her cute, waiting face, giving it a twist before dropping the pie. This time, Sadie's mouth opened in a gasp almost immediately, although it quickly turned into a deep, throaty laugh. Sadie wiped cream from her eyes and then just stared at her hands, laughing. "Ah, this is great."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I had no idea it would feel like this." She looked up at me, cream covering her face. "But I think you are too clean." She grabbed a pie of her own, slipping slightly on the cream on the floor.

"I thought you said only one person gets messy."

"I also said only you get messy," Sadie said. She turned back to me. "Say 'You wouldn't dare'."

I smiled, more than happy to humour my gorgeous, cream covered girlfriend. "You wouldn't dare."

She laughed, smacking the pie into my face with force. The cool cream on my face felt odd, but feeling her hand smush it in made me shiver with excitement. Sadie's free hand trailed down my chest as she dropped the pie, letting cream fall from my face.

"I'm not done!" Sadie exclaimed. I wiped my eyes to see her grabbing another pie. She hurried back to me, slipping on cream and sliding, pie first, into my chest. I grunted. Sadie burst into laughter at this, falling to her knees in the cream. "Help me up!" She sat down on her bum.

"Of course," I said, but instead, I grabbed two pies.

Sitting in the cream, Sadie waved her hands frantically, but didn't back away. "No, no, no!"

I gave her a massive pie sandwich. Sadie screamed as cream flew everywhere. I enjoyed rubbing the pies into her red hair, hair that I loved to play with. Sadie gasped and started to laugh again. She looked up at me, hair now covered in white cream and crust. I picked up another pie. Sadie, sitting in the cream, reached out. "Another? For me?"

I gladly obliged, smashing it into her face.

Wiping the minimum from her face, Sadie staggered to her feet. She was already covered. Her skirt and leggings were smeared in cream from the floor. Her black shirt was decorated with droppings and several hand prints and streaks. Her hair was slicked back under cream and it had started to pile up on her shoulders.

"This was not supposed to happen," Sadie said, looking at herself and laughing. "It feels great."

"You want some more?"

"Yes, please!"

I picked up two more. The first went into Sadie's waiting face, with her screwing her eyes shut before impact. The second pie I pushed into her chest, causing Sadie to gasp loudly. While she stared down at the mess on her chest, I gave her another pie in the face. This time she didn't even bother to wipe, just laughed and nodded her head, accepting it.

She swiped excess cream off her shirt, causing it cling to her breasts. She swiped cream from her eyes and looked down at herself. "I love this, but I'm so messy." She sat back down in the mess and looked up at me, then back to the table of pies. There were only a few left. Sadie grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over head, revealing small, pert breasts in a lacy bra. She beckoned with one finger.

"Bring those last pies, Matt. And lose the clothes."

And this time, I did follow her instructions.