He had seen the ad online, and it had been the single motivating force behind his decision to return to campus a few days early in anticipation of the fall semester:

"College Messy Olympics, coming to Ingram Commons Lawn, Saturday, August 21 at 1:00 pm!!! This is the live-streamed internet show that puts students from America's finest colleges and universities in totally outrageous and messy situations! Dress code for all contestants will be swimsuits."

The wacky event coincided with the end of Freshman Orientation Week at Vanderbilt University. He knew that it would provide a golden opportunity to check out the prospects regarding hot girls in the incoming Freshman class.

Just after noon on the day of the event, Nick Johnson pulled on swim shorts and a tank top and set out on the fifteen minute walk from main campus to Ingram Commons. When he turned the corner into the sun-drenched lawn, a crowd was already gathering around a giant tarp which had been spread out on the grass. Dance music pumped from a sound system and served as a tantalizing siren call for students in the surrounding residence halls.

Taking in the party-like scene, Nick drew nearer. It was then that he saw her. She had dark, vivacious eyes and glorious chestnut-brown hair which cascaded over her shoulders and glistened in the sunlight. Her face was so captivatingly beautiful that it was hard to look away. Her demeanor suggested the quiet confidence of a girl who had grown accustomed to the attention of guys. He imagined that she was the kind of girl who might casually flirt with a guy, and then politely cast him aside when he succumbed to her magnetism. She had probably come to Vanderbilt from some elite private academy, nestled in a leafy, affluent suburb. Perhaps she was the cherished daughter of an influential executive, attorney, or politician.

Nick's eyes drifted to the girl who was with her, another enticing package. She had blue eyes and short blond hair which was adorned with a cute single side braid. She had the beaming face of a princess, and the sweetness of the girl next door.

Joined by a group of friends, the two girls engaged in casual conversation, punctuated by occasional laughter. Nick sensed something forced about their carefree demeanors, as if they were trying a little too hard to cover gnawing trepidation. The girls wore running shorts and T-shirts. For a moment, Nick wondered if they had come only as spectators. Then, following the lead of their friends, they stripped to their bikinis. Both seemed simultaneously hesitant and excited, as if they had laughingly succumbed to peer pressure against their better judgements.

The crowd cheered as J.D. Ross, the hunky, irreverent host of 'College Messy Olympics,' emerged, microphone in hand. After briefly introducing the show, he was ready to select the first victims, or rather contestants, of the afternoon:

"For our first challenge, we're looking for two brave freshman roommates..."

A sea of hands shot into the air. Anticipation mounted as J.D. took his time to survey an array of tantalizing possibilities. Far from the most enthusiastic volunteers, the two girls had their hands half raised, but in a sudden, obviously prearranged move, their "friends" gleefully volunteered them. J.D. took the bait.

"We're going to ask these two lovely young women to come forward now..."

An earthy dance beat began to pump from the sound system. For a moment, the girls hesitated, as if they could not believe that they had been chosen. Cheered on by the crowd, they stepped forward, reluctantly, their bare feet contacting the soft tarp. Giggling, they faced the crowd and the cameras, their sumptuous bikini-clad bodies on display to the world.

Thrusting the microphone forward, J.D. turned first to the blond, and then moved on to the brunette.

"Tell us your names," he commanded.

"Emily."

"Juliana."

"Emily and Juliana, what residence hall are you representing today?"

"West House," Juliana answered, prompting an enthusiastic team cheer from a segment of the crowd.

"Just out of curiosity, have either of you ever seen 'College Messy Olympics' before? Do you have any idea what to expect?"

They looked at each other and giggled, admitting that they had not. The crowd let out a sadistic grown, which caused them to melt into another round of nervous laughter.

"Emily, tell us a little bit about yourself," continued J.D. "Where are you from?"

"Raleigh, North Carolina."

"Tell us what you are studying here at Vanderbilt."

"I'm doing an Interdisciplinary Studies major with a focus on neuroscience and music."

"Rad. What musical instruments can you play?"

"I play the flute," she answered through shy giggles.

"That's awesome. What about you, Juliana, what's your hometown?"

"Santa Rosa, California."

"Tell us your area of study."

"I'm majoring in Economics."

"Cool. I understand that Freshman Orientation Week has just ended here at Vanderbilt. You've only been rooming together for a few days. How's it going? Do you feel like you're getting to know each other pretty well?"

The two girls looked a one another and giggled, nodding in the affirmative.

"We're like best friends," volunteered Emily. "We hung out on Zoom a few times over the summer."

Her answer provided J.D. with the perfect segue:

"Today we're going to put that friendship to the test and find out just how well you both know each other."

As he said the words, a crew of guys came out and placed two metal classroom chair-desks on the tarp, facing the audience. A magic marker and a pile of blank three-by-five cards were placed on each desk.

"Our game is called 'The Roommate Challenge,'" explained J.D. "You will be asked a series of questions about one another. For each question, you will be given ten seconds to write the answer on one of these cards. When the time is up, you must hold up your card. If your answers match, you will be awarded a point towards one of our awesome prizes. Sounds pretty good, right? However, if your answer does NOT match that of your roommate, you will not only forfeit the point, but I'm afraid that there will be a slight penalty..."

On cue, a metal cart was wheeled out which contained two massive cream pies. The crowd cheered with delight. Judging by their expressions, Juliana and Emily both appeared to comprehend the nature of the penalty.

"Oh my God," Juliana gasped.

"Yes, that's right, if you fail to come up with the correct answer, one of these beautiful cream pies will be going right in your face, courtesy of your beloved roommate. Are there any questions?"

The girls reacted with stunned amusement. Still processing the implications of the game, they took their seats. The sight of two voluptuous young women in bikinis seated at classroom desks seemed mildly naughty, even kinky. Surely, the sight was intriguing enough to cause the average guy, joining on the livestream, to linger rather than click away.

J.D. read the first question:

"What is Juliana's favorite flavor of ice cream?"

Looking stumped, Emily let out a meek giggle. She scrawled something on her card, but it was clear that she had no idea. Emily was instructed to hold up her card first. She had written the word, 'chocolate.'

"Now, let's see if that is the right answer," said J.D.

Laughing apologetically, Juliana held up her card. It read, 'Butter Pecan.'

The crowd began to cheer in giddy anticipation.

"I'm sorry, Emily," oozed J.D. "Unfortunately, that wasn't the correct answer. We're going to ask you to stand now and await your punishment."

Emily complied dutifully. She took a deep breath, shifted her feet, and then stood and waited for the inevitable. Her beautiful, glowing face was now reduced to the undefended target of a cheap, demeaning sight gag which she knew would be incoming momentarily. But she met the situation with remarkable grace.

Juliana stepped to the cart hesitantly, as if she could not believe what she was about to do. The crowd cheered as she slowly, teasingly picked up one of the thick, gooey pies. Briefly, her lips twisted into a gleeful smirk, signaling that she had overcome any initial reservations. Perhaps she had always secretly fantasized about throwing a pie in someone's face? Glancing down, she studied the heaping mound of whipped cream which covered a deep layer of cool chocolate pudding. Obviously intended to be as messy as possible, the heavy, quivering mass was drizzled with sticky chocolate syrup. Gobs of pie came perilously close to dripping over the sides of the deep aluminum foil plate. A spot of deep black syrup dripped onto the tarp, narrowly missing Juliana's bare skin.

Balancing the pie in one hand, Juliana approached Emily. The two girls stood and faced one another, one holding all of the cards, the other holding none. They looked at one another and immediately dissolved into giggles. Juliana laughingly mouthed the words, "I'm sorry." It was the kind of apology in advance that was designed to alleviate subtle misgivings at crossing an unspoken line of polite etiquette.

Emily hastily brushed a hand through her blond bangs, took another deep breath, and dropped her arms loosely to her sides. She accepted her fate willingly and good-naturedly.

"Emily from Raleigh, North Carolina...how are you feeling right now?" J.D. asked.

"I'm fine," she laughed, reassuringly.

"Juliana, a week ago on move-in day, I bet you never imagined that you would be doing this," said J.D. "This is your new roommate. I know that the two of you have bonded. But right now, you have full permission to put this pie right in Emily's face. Go ahead, PUNISH HER!"

Laughing, Juliana raised the pie in aim. In the final seconds before impact, Emily's body stiffened, she flinched and her eyes closed...

SPLAT.

With one firm, decisive push, Emily received the pie squarely in her face. The crowd cheered and laughed as whipped cream and pudding splattered violently in all directions and oozed over the sides of the plate. There were amused gasps and a low, falling collective groan: "Oooh..." For many of the guys, it was an involuntary response to having witnessed such a sweet, pretty girl receive such a sudden and unceremonious takedown. It almost seemed cruel and excessive. The plate dropped and Emily's lovely radiant smile was now a distant memory behind a thick, smothering mask. Her mouth hung open, and she tried to wipe off her eyes and push off some of the pie. She allowed gobs of pie to enter her mouth. It was smeared in her blond hair, but only a speck of cream and chocolate had splattered onto her braid. Whipped cream and pudding had dropped onto her shoulders in heavy clumps, and coated much of her once immaculate bikini top and cleavage.

"Do we have any towels for Emily?" J.D. quipped. "I guess we've run out. Sorry."

The two girls returned to their desks for the next question. Emily's magic marker and cards became sticky with pie, but somehow she managed.

"What is Emily's favorite animal?"

Relief crossed Juliana's face as she appeared to know the answer. Beaming with smug confidence, she held up her card, which read 'horses.'

"Let's see if that is the correct answer," said J.D.

Emily revealed her card which read, "cats."

The crowd cheered. Juliana's mouth dropped open, and the expression on her face said, "No, this can't be happening." Her body language was all defeat.

"I left my kitty back home, and I miss him so much!" Emily explained, innocently.

"I think it's time for Emily to get a little revenge!" J.D. proclaimed. "Juliana, we're going to ask you to stand now for your punishment."

Cheered on by the crowd, Emily picked up the remaining pie and faced her unlucky roommate. Juliana giggled and rolled her eyes, as if she just wanted to get this indignity over with. She glanced down at the pie and a fleeting look of dread flashed across her face. She took a deep breath and quickly brushed back her hair with one hand. As she was forced to endure the brief but tortuous delay, she attempted to conceal her apprehension with laughter.

Panning upwards from her bare feet, a camera documented the sensuous curves of Juliana's immaculate body, the shine of her gorgeous dark hair in the sunlight, and the alluring beauty of her face.

"Juliana, our lovely Economics major, I'm guessing that this has never happened to you before," J.D. goaded. "Just so you know, we have about 85,000 viewers on the lifestream right now. I'm sure your friends back home are going to LOVE seeing this. Go ahead Emily, NAIL HER!"

Juliana laughed, fidgeted, and briefly drew her hands to her cheeks. Then, she dropped both arms to her sides in resignation, exhaled, and just waited for it. The pie was raised in aim. As it was launched into motion, Juliana's shoulders tensed, she braced for impact, and her eyes closed...

SPLAT.

The pie was smashed into Juliana's face with surprising enthusiasm. It hit with a rude but satisfying slap. Sloppy cream and pudding splattered violently in all directions and oozed in thick, gloppy clumps. The crowd's tense anticipation was released in cheers and laughter. The sudden, unceremonious desecration of such sublime feminine beauty elicited gasps and another, even louder, collective gut-punch groan. "Ooooh..." Gleefully, Emily rubbed the pie from side to side. When the plate dropped, Juliana was unrecognizable. Thick gobs of pie hung from her hair. An avalanche of cream and pudding dripped between her breasts. Her cleavage and the once-bright bikini top were coated, and her legs were pie-splattered. In an instant, one of the hottest girls on the Vanderbilt campus had been stripped of her dignity, beauty, and magnetism.

"I'm sure this is Juliana's proudest moment," taunted J.D.

A goddess defeated, Juliana laughed meekly and tried to wipe her eyes. She swallowed gobs of cream. At least it tasted good. For a moment, she hesitated as if she didn't know what to do. Stoically, she seemed to accept the fact that, in this situation, she could only look ridiculous.

Now, a white stool was placed on the tarp. The crowd cheered with delight as another metal cart was wheeled out which contained two enormous buckets, filled to the top with thick, gloppy green slime. The penalty for the next round of questions was obvious. The girls, both smeared with pie, dutifully took their seats at the desks in anticipation of the next question.

"What does Juliana prefer, the ocean or the mountains?"

After ten seconds, Emily held up a sticky card which read, "ocean." Juliana's equally sticky card read, "mountains."

"I'm sorry, Emily. We're going to ask you to take a seat on the stool now," said J.D.

Emily complied enthusiastically.

"This is awesome!" She giggled. "I've always wanted to get slimed!"

The audience watched, transfixed. Skimpily clad in the bikini, Emily sat with her hands clenched in her lap, motionless with anticipation, as the bucket was lifted over her head. Slowly, it was tipped. Emily let out a giggly yelp and stiffened her body as she felt the first drops of thick, heavy slime hit the top of her head. Within seconds, the cute blond braid disappeared, and she was fully engulfed. Decadent quantities of slime poured over her face and into her lap, consumed her thighs, and collected between her legs. It hit her shoulders and slid into her cleavage. When it was over, she stood up, dripping with ooze from head to foot. Awkwardly holding her arms out from her sides, she had to step carefully through a pool of slime, whipped cream, and pudding to get back to her desk. She seemed to have enjoyed the experience.

J.D. was ready with the next question.

"How many credits is Emily taking this semester?"

Desperately, Juliana tried to write the answer, but suddenly the ink in her magic marker seemed to have dried. Emily revealed that she was taking an impressive 16 credits, but Juliana's card was only a black splotch.

"My magic marker wouldn't write!" Juliana protested through giggles.

"That's so unfair." J.D. answered, in a tone of mock empathy. "Should we let Juliana have another chance, or should we slime her?"

"SLIME HER!!!" Screamed the crowd.

Giggling, a resigned Juliana dutifully took the "walk of shame" to the stool.

"'Juliana' is such a beautiful name," commented J.D. "I don't think we have ever slimed a 'Juliana' on our show before, but now that is about to change. Go for it Emily! PUNISH HER!"

The crowd screamed with earsplitting enthusiasm as the bucket was lifted over Juliana's head. She clenched her hands in her lap and waited for it, fully surrendering to the situation. The bucket tipped. Within seconds, Juliana's long hair was engulfed in a heavy, gloppy, oppressive mass of green. Her face was erased. Her mouth hung open. As she felt the slime hit her shoulders and run into her cleavage, she let out a series of giggly, orgasmic gasps. She tensed her shoulders and arms and writhed on the stool. It poured into her lap and dripped down her smooth legs, collecting at her bare feet. Just when she thought it was over, another deluge of slime dumped, streaming down, down, down.

Appearing dazed, she stood up slowly, her sensuous, curvaceous body dripping with ooze. She wiped her eyes, and briefly attempted to push off the thick goo before giving up. No longer glistening in the sunlight, her hair was now a matted down memory.

The tarp had become a slippery, sloppy mess. A new cart was wheeled out which contained two jumbo-sized cans of Hershey's chocolate syrup.

"Oh my God, no..." Juliana moaned through uncontrollable giggles. "You mean we have to keep going with this?!"

The game had turned into a total farce. The magic markers were drying up, and the girls were so consumed that they were severely inhibited from writing an answer.

"I hate to say this," said J.D. "but you both really suck at this game. Maybe this time you might actually get a correct answer for a change. What is Juliana's earliest class?"

The two girls erupted in silly laughter. Emily tried to write on a saturated card and then gave up. With effort, she made her way to the stool, nearly slipping along the way. The crowd cheered as Juliana lifted a heavy can of chocolate syrup over Emily's head and let it tip. A layer of deep black covered green, streaming down to consume sweet Emily. The lovely blond hair with the princess-like braid was smeared, sticky, and saturated.

When it was over, the two girls switched places.

"I'm going to have to do it anyway," giggled Juliana. "We might as well get it over with!"

Nick starred in fascination as he watched Juliana's already consumed hair and body turn sticky black. It was an unbelievable mess. This was not the way a beautiful girl was normally treated. And yet, she seemed to be enjoying the unique experience.

Since no one had won the game, J.D. proclaimed that Emily and Juliana would have to compete in a new game. It would require two more volunteers.

"Are there any guys out there would like to help us out?"

Somehow, moments later, Nick found himself standing in front of the crowd. He was paired with Juliana, and another guy was paired with Emily. A covering was pulled away to reveal two huge vats filled to the top with thick, gooey, oozing mud and dotted with colorful balloons.

"Twenty five balloons filled with Jello and shaving cream are floating in these giant vats of mud," J.D. explained. "Each team will have one minute to collect and pop as many balloons as possible. The team that ends up with the most balloons popped in a minute wins the game. Juliana and Emily, you must dive into your respective vat of mud and collect as many balloons as you can. You will then come back to the guys, who will be lying on their backs. You will place each balloon on top of your male partner, climb on top of him, and pop the balloon. You are not allowed to use your hands to pop the balloons, only your bodies..."

Nick lay on his back on the tarp and hoped that no one would notice the bulge of his stiffening cock through his shorts. Surely, no one was so naive as to think that this game, which required such intimate contact, was just innocent fun. But he would not complain.

Already covered from head to foot, the two girls took their places on a starting line, and the clock was set.

"On your mark...Get set!...Go!!!"

Cheered on by the crowd, they ran, climbed over the sides of the pools, and dived in, allowing the thick, dark mud to envelope their bikini-clad bodies. Within a few seconds, Juliana was back with a handful of balloons. She dropped them and raced back to the vat of mud to gather more, struggling against the weight of the mud which caked her body.

"Thirty seconds left!" J.D. called out.

Nick looked up to see Juliana place a balloon on his chest. She crawled on top of him, and he felt her slippery legs contact his bare skin. She lowered herself, and he felt her breasts against his chest. Her full lips were close to his. He was sure that she could feel the stiffness of his erect cock. A balloon popped and shaving cream splattered. A second balloon popped and Nick felt the sudden cool squishiness of gelatin. Every time Juliana crawled and slid over him, he became more saturated in mud and slime. He knew that he would never forget the feeling of her sloppy yet sensuous body against his.

A buzzer sounded and the tally was taken.

"It looks like Nick and Juliana are the winners!" J.D. proclaimed.

A series of new carts were wheeled out which contained rows of cream pies.

"You know, the guys are still looking a little too clean," J.D. teased.

Taking the hint, Juliana and Emily ran to the carts, gleefully picking up a pie in each hand.

SPLAT. SMOOSH. Nick felt the force of Juliana's hand pushing a pie into his face. Instantly, he tasted and smelled smothering cream and pudding. He felt it going into his ears. He felt another pie slam down on the top of his head, and the firmness of her hand, smearing it in his hair. A moment later, he retaliated, shoving one pie into Juliana's face and wiping another through her hair. The four of them slipped and slid around on the tarps, indulging in messy playtime.

After a few minutes, they were all ready to get hosed down.

"I feel so gross!" Juliana giggled, attempting to wring out her hair. "I feel like I have mud and slime, literally going into in every orifice!"

Nick aimed the hose and watched as a refreshing torrent of water hit Juliana's body. She let out a giggly yelp as the cold water hit her, and then she quickly acclimated to the temperature.

"I don't even know where to begin!" She giggled. "I've never done anything like this before!"

"Let's begin with your hair," Nick suggested.

Gradually, layers of slop melted away. Nick watched as she pulled out her bikini top to clean around her breasts. She didn't seem to realize that every move she made was infused with sublime erotic significance. Her smooth legs reappeared. She had forgotten to bring a towel. Nick covered her in his.

"I'm going to have to go back to West House this way!" Juliana giggled. "Classes haven't even started yet, and I'm going to be famous around campus as the girl who got a pie in the face..."

"Maybe that wasn't exactly the first impression you were going for," said Nick with a grin. "But I think you handled it really well."

"Thank you," she answered, smiling. "I have to admit, getting slimed was pretty cool... By the way, it's Nick, right? It's really awesome of you to help me clean up. I'm sorry about those pies I threw in your face!"

"You could make it up to me by joining me for coffee later," suggested Nick.

"Yes, I would like that."

She paused and flashed a mischievous smile.

"I feel as if we kind of already know each other on a fairly intimate level."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," laughed Nick, feeling himself blush.