So we left the hero of our story in quite the predicament that very few people ever find themselves in - being caught by someone the like in a compromising position. All seemed lost but fear not! *OK enough with the dramatics!*

My best friend walks into the bathroom and catches me covered in custard with pants full of spaghetti. Normally i would expect one of 3 reactions to seeing something like this - either "What the fuck are you doing you perv?", "What the fuck are you doing? I'm taking photos of you for my friends, and you're never going to forget this" or "I'm going to pretend i never saw this, and we'll never speak of this again"

Turns out for me, her reaction was none of the above. After about 5 seconds of eye contact, in that silence where you could hear a pin drop, her eyes scanned me head to foot and i kid you not her words were "Well i've been wanting to see you half naked for a while, i guess this is one way".

Cue a very cheeky and nervous giggle from both of us and me with a completely sheepish look (and inside thinking of how much worse that could have been).

Now i would have normally expected the arousal i had beforehand to have disappeared, as i would have thought after any 'oh shit' moment - but no, my body decided that this reaction from here was just what it needed, and my hard on wasn't going anywhere.

Almost like she could read my mind telepathically she asked 'want me to let you finish? i can see you're rather enjoying yourself' *motions directly to my crotch*.

At this moment i said the absolute most ballsy thing i ever have, and something that could have completely backfired - "unless you want to help?" Rather promptly followed by her "why not".

This is the part where i could make up a completely over the top story about a messy session for the ages - but what followed was something i think deserves a true retelling (even if just to show that a fetish like this isn't something that can ruin things - its just a bit of fun).

Now i'm completely abashed, as i never thought in a million years that something like that would work, but i've known her a long time, and i know how she is up for trying anything at least once (the old adage of don't knock it till you've tried it).

So over to me she walks, strips of her top, leaving her in just a white bra, jeans and socks, and into the bath with me she steps. Now in addition to the custard covering my face and chest and the eggs and spaghetti in my boxers, i happened to bring up a pot of double cream and a few cans of beans - not the most extravagant supply i admit but its all i had in the cupboards.

"What do i do" she asks. I answer without words by picking up the cream and upending it over her head. I figured in for a penny, in for a pound so i went for it. She half shrieks as she is surprised by the cold liquid as half of it runs down her back, the other half down her chest between her boobs. She looks me dead in the face, says "you bastard" and begins to laugh. A proper laugh, like 2 best mates having a beer do when telling a funny story. Genuine laughter.

At this point, most of the spaghetti has begun to seep out of the legs of my boxers and is running down my legs. She motions to them and asks ' need a refill?' She then proceeds to reach out her right hand palm first and presses it directly against the front of my boxers. I can't tell you how good a feeling that was, my knees nearly buckled from it.

I can't resist leaning forward and kiss her full on the mouth, which at this point no really surprisingly she returns with just as much fervour. Her left hand grabs around the back of my neck, her right hand stays glued to my crotch and gives a nice hard squeeze. A few minutes of messy making out and hands rubbing over each other follow - most of the custard covering me transfers over to her chest and face. At this point i've managed to get her bra off and gotten the button on her jeans undone - a lovely pair of white cotton knickers underneath! (my favourite!) At this point i feel her fingers move to the waistband of my boxers. She moves then just inside the top, and i feel the tips of her fingers brush against my cock (oh my word what a feeling). She can tell instantly the reaction she has caused as mid kiss we both half lose our breath and i feel her smile and giggle slightly. She grabs a tin of beans and then slowly pulls out the front of my boxers and has a good look inside. "wow, nice" were her words (can't tell you how much i loved hearing that!). She then upends the tin and pours the whole lot of beans straight onto my cock, turns her right hand over and then slides it down into my boxers and begins to rub the beans over my cock.

At this point, i am about ready to explode. Of course she can tell, so she grabs her hand straight around me then slides it up and down my cock a few times then pulls me closer and kisses me again.

Almost lost in the moment, i can't let her give me all the fun, so i move my hands down her back and (covered in sauce) slide both my hands down the back of her pants and grab hold of her butt cheeks. Cue a very sexy moan from her, as she fumbles to pull down the zip of her jeans with one hand and then slide them down her thighs. Not easy to do when you have someone else so close to you, and both of their hands in the back of your knickers! But she does. My hands then move up her back (her right hand never leaving then inside of my boxers mind!) and go to move of her tits. She then grabs my hand in hers, and almost breaks my wrist and she tries to stuff it down the front of her knickers.

What followed from this moment, was an absolutely ecstatic and intense minute or so of her rubbing my bean and spaghetti covered cock inside my boxers, and me with a sloppy sauce covered hand down her knickers until i absolutely exploded all over her hand, and she was shuddering from mine.

Both of us breathing heavily, kissing and giggling, she finally says 'well that was fun wasn't it"...