Yawning, Pippa leant her elegant head against her beguiling girlfriend's shoulder, before muzzling her enchanting face into Anna's warm, silky, velvety skin. Tucking her chin up against her lover's collar bone, Pippa glanced down upon Anna's prepossessing chest. Lost in a reverie, Pippa focused entirely on Anna's bosom, which seductively peaked out from underneath her mint, My Martilyn, backless, deep V neck, A Line, skater dress. Unashamedly aroused, Pippa smirked as she greedily caught sight of Anna's right nipple, which lay tantalizingly out of sight from everybody else. Brushing Anna's sleek dark chestnut brown hair off her bare shoulders, Pippa congratulated herself for cajoling her braless girlfriend into choosing a simple, skimpy, backless dress.

Impressed by her own efficacy, the twenty-six-year-old, five-foot-seven, golden blonde continued to stare, like an infatuated teenager, at her adorable girlfriend's partially exposed breasts. Utterly content besides her gorgeous soulmate, she was blissfully free of all past troubles, fears and concerns. Wearing a figure hugging, dark blue, lace dress, Pippa was more conservatively attired than her ravishing partner, yet was arguably the more elegant and sultry of the pair.

Dressed to impress, the young couple were guests at their friend, and colleague, Lisa's wedding. Yet, whilst most other guests mingled, they shyly kept to themselves. Trapped in a corner of a small side room at the reception, they felt almost invisible to everyone else. Already on her fifth glass of chardonnay, Pippa tried to finish her drink before the nearby waitress brought her a replacement. But, heretofore clumsy at the best of times, the tipsy blonde spilt her entire glass over Anna's sensuous, pert chest my mistake. Caught by surprise, as white wine dribbled down her ribs, the brunette wriggled and gasped as Pippa brazenly licked the chardonnay from her cleavage. Instinctively, Anna giggled and purred in delight, as Pippa's tongue greedily caressed her breasts. But the brunette quickly recovered herself and whispered, "Pippa, behave, people are watching. Look, our boss is over there!"

Vexed and discontented, as it was extremely unlike Anna to turn down foreplay, Pippa glanced to the right and caught a filthy, obnoxious gander from an older woman. Indeed, the haughty, five foot ten, middle aged blonde scowled as Pippa valiantly tried to dry Anna's dripping breasts with a red silk napkin instead. Fussily scrubbing over her girlfriend's perfect curves, Pippa forlornly tried to ignore their conceited spectator. Slipping her hand inside Anna's dress, Pippa began to rub the napkin over and around her girlfriend's left nipple. Noting that everybody else had their back towards them, Pippa distracted Anna by kissing her, before swiftly pushing her strap down over her shoulder, completely exposing her left breast.

Taking a few moments to realise what was happening, Anna gasped in astonishment, before cupping her breast with her right hand. Blushing bright crimson, she stared straight into the eyes of the older blonde. Shuddering at the repellent woman's revulsion, Anna slapped Pippa's wrist, before pulling her strap back into place. Petrified, the chestnut brunette's eyes darted frantically around the room, before realising that by some miracle, nobody else had seen her chest. Whispering, Pippa confided, "Now Anna, that's what you get for not being honest with me earlier and pretending that my bum didn't look big in this dress." Forgiving her girlfriend, Anna replied, "Guilty as charged. I'm sorry Pippa, but you were taking ages to get ready and I didn't want us to be late." Feeling Pippa's fingers dance upon her back, Anna warned her, "You'd better not be doing what I think you're doing." "Me? I wouldn't dare!" Pippa teased in reply, before slyly loosening the straps on Anna's back that held together her dress.

Now almost three years into their vibrant relationship, Pippa had grown used to eliciting surprised, bemused and repulsed glances whenever they tenderly embraced. Most men would stop and gawk when they saw the pair kiss and flirt. Occasionally, a minority might over step the mark and shout lewd, suggestive obscenities at them instead. But Pippa was tough, she was not easily perturbed. If a vulgar male acted indecently towards her or Anna, her sharp, acerbic wit would quickly put them in their place. Deeply embarrassed, their unwelcome pursuers would soon be left grasping for a defensive retort that never came. More commonly however, the insatiable male gaze would spur the young lovers to flirt even more shamelessly, as the more licentious Anna, in particularly, enjoyed the salaciousness of performing in front of a horde of overly excited men.

Scathing, censorious women however, caused the usually plucky Pippa to retreat back into her shell. The blonde feared the unbridled judgement of condescending, smug, supercilious female peers more than anything else. Men and their blunt bluster, she could handle, but women were more nuanced in their viciousness, callousness and caustic condemnation. Pippa would clam up, leaving Anna to leap in and trade feeble insults before being easily infuriated and embarrassing herself. Fortunately, however, the young couple encountered such vile cold-bloodedness on only rare occasions, but sadly today was such a day. The sheer loathing and revulsion etched across the older lady made Pippa feel sick to her stomach; but already slightly tipsy, she vowed to stand up for herself, to fight back, and not let the bigoted lady ruin their great day. For they were at a wedding, and if you can't flirt at the reception, then surely nowhere else is left safe?

In open defiance to her torrid accuser, Pippa slapped her exquisite lover on her cute rear end. The twenty-five-year-old, five-foot-four, dark brunette, with a thick fringe, gasped as she felt her partner's vicious, yet sensual slap against her curvy cheeks. In spite of her sobriety, for Anna was the designated driver, the brunette was determined to enjoy herself all the same. Wiggling her hips, she twisted her body round and planted a passionate kiss on her partner's lips in return. But from thereon in, Pippa began to take control, as was often the case. Leaning forward slightly, she took Anna's chin in her left palm. In response, the brunette arched her shoulders backwards, accentuating her delicate chest.

Sensing that they were still being scrutinized, Pippa slipped her right hand underneath the skirt of Anna's backless dress. Keeping her lips intertwined with Anna's, she seductively pinched her girlfriend's bare, G-string clad behind. Disgusted, their accuser turned to leave, only to unexpectedly become preoccupied with a young blonde waitress instead. With the room emptying as an announcement encouraged guests to return to the main hall, Pippa continued to stroke Anna's perfectly toned backside. Lost in the moment, Pippa felt that her ravishing girlfriend was in real danger of upstaging the bride.

Fortunately, however, all eyes had now turned towards Lisa, who wore an ivory, Alexandra Lace bridal dress. Beside her, her husband Malcolm beckoned her to join him as they commenced their first dance. Three years previously, against her family's wishes, a pregnant Lisa had eloped with Malcolm to Las Vegas, where they secretly got married, thus ensuring that none of their friends or family witnessed had the rather rushed event. Hence now, with a young son in attendance, the couple were renewing their vows for the benefit of Lisa's mother, who had come round to the idea of having the seemingly wealthy Malcolm as a son-in-law, after realising that no man on earth would ever be good enough for her child.

At twenty-nine, the five-foot-nine blonde was a fiery, hot-blooded character, who found the world a frustrating, pitiful place. Often, she wondered whether she would ever had married Malcolm, if she hadn't got accidentally pregnant with his kid. Incredibly bossy, she dominated her older husband who always, obsequiously, felt the need to please her, yet swiftly learnt the value of never standing in her way.

Nevertheless, the thirty-one-year-old, five foot ten blonde truly loved her and was prepared to put up with her tiresome, high maintenance ways. Always dependable, he had a kind heart and was a fabulous father, though he was apparently really quite disappointing in bed. Nevertheless, his friends and family viewed him as a pushover, and now that his business was on the brink of failing, he relied on his wife to take home the higher wage.

A ferocious PE teacher, Lisa was Anna's head of department at the local comprehensive school. Pippa meanwhile, was a highly accomplished maths teachers, who joined the comprehensive at the same time as Anna, despite being a year older than the more immature brunette. Never particularly sporty, Pippa stood in constant awe of Lisa and Anna's toned, slim physiques. In return, both Anna and Lisa agreed that the curvier Pippa was by far the most attractive lady that they could ever wish to meet, or in Anna's case, ever wish to ravish in bed.

Pauline however, was not impressed by Pippa's overtly sexual demeanour or Anna's skimpy, revealing dress. The forty-five-year-old, statuesque blonde was a friend of the groom's family and wore a plum coloured, Bobi, long sleeve asymmetrical dress. Arrogant and conceited, she took great care in her appearance, more so than anybody else there. Admiring herself constantly in the mirror, she felt safe in the knowledge that she looked sensational for her age. Yet, ever pragmatic, she took extreme care to dress demurely enough to avoid upstaging the bride, though only for today. A stunner in her youth, Pauline, still barely looked a day older than thirty-five. Most of the other middle-aged women in attendance weighed at least two stone heavier and not one of them dared to flash as much leg as the vain statuesque blonde.

The owner of the upmarket dress store Blythe & Reed's, Pauline was the richest guest at the wedding. Vaguely aware of stories circulating about Lisa's troublesome, garrulous friends, she did not trust the day to pass without incident and was thus unprepared to risk wearing an expensive dress of hers. Judging by the shameful, repugnant antics of the two women in the corner, her first instincts had thus so far proved correct. Revolted by their horseplay, for there were many children present, Pauline made up her mind to expose them, and like a sleuth, began to investigate the pair. Bemused that somehow nobody else had seen the brunette's exposed nipple, Pauline realised that she would have to wind them up some other way. Plotting her next line of attack, as everyone else vacated the room to watch the first dance, Pauline's interest was suddenly piqued by the appearance of a pretty young girl.

Yasmin, the short, five-foot-three waitress in question, paused to offer Pauline a second glass of chardonnay when suddenly, she saw the most unexpected, disconcerting sight. Over in the corner, two of her former teachers were shamelessly making out! Did they think that nobody else could see them? Or perhaps they were just too drunk to care? Whatever the reason, Yasmin couldn't believe her eyes. Unable to stop gawking, the eighteen-year-old, whose long sandy blonde hair reached down to her hips, winced and tried to erase the mortifying image from her mind. But, now, far more embarrassing for Yasmin, was her own unique predicament, because the older woman beside her was shamelessly looking the nervous young waitress up and down. "Why, you're very pretty. Have you ever thought about becoming a model?" Pauline asked the blonde. Startled, Yasmin's eyes lit up in delight. Finally, this could be the opportunity that she'd been waiting for, almost her entire life.

Yasmin's older sister Poppy was, to the teenager's intense jealousy, an extremely famous underwear model. Growing up, the buxom blonde had always told her younger sister just how much prettier she was. Shamelessly, Poppy liked to tease the youngster that when she was older, she'd have entire armies of suitors destroying each other to prove to the beautiful Yasmin their worth. But recently, the world-weary beauty had begun to turn against the idea of her younger sister following her into the profession. Worried about the exploitative nature of the fashion industry, Poppy had been devastated by the shock of her now ex-boyfriend cheating on her with her arch rival Tatiana. Thus, Poppy had actively begun to block Yasmin from getting a foothold into the industry that she so desperately craved. Scaring off her entire legion of trusted contacts from ever approaching the impressionable youngster, Poppy thus ensured that Yasmin had had to give up her lifelong dream of becoming a model and had to stoop to waiting tables at the local country club instead.

Sweet and innocent, it had never crossed Yasmin's mind to follow her sister into modelling underwear. Unlike her buxom, taller sister, Yasmin only possessed a size 30b girlish chest. Yet, she still yearned to be a model, even if her sister constantly warned her that she would be far too short. But Pauline, who she instantly recognised as the owner of the Blythe and Reed's dress shop that her rich friend Taylor liked to peruse, seemed to offer her an unexpected lifeline that she couldn't afford to refuse. Dressed in a tight white blouse, an incredibly short, hip length black skirt and opaque black tights, Yasmin felt cumbersome and uncomfortable in her own, blossoming skin. Thus, as her sister, fully well knew, the youngster was not at all cut out to be a professional model.

Staring at the waitress's youthful chest, Pauline continued to bombard Yasmin with questions. "Girl, how old are you?" the older woman asked, rather dismissively and curt. Barely able to contain her babbling excitement, Yasmin replied, "Why, eighteen miss", before inevitably blushing bright red. "Really? You look much younger", Pauline replied, rather disappointed. Continuing to think out loud, the proprietor mused, "Still, I reckon you'd be perfect for my teen range. Hey, stand up straight girl, don't slouch." Pauline then began to trace the back of her bony palm down Yasmin's now straightening spine. Reaching Yasmin's hip, Pauline surprised the teen by abruptly pinching her on her cute behind. "Nice and firm, exactly what we need. Your legs lack a bit of definition mind", Pauline grumbled before returning her attention to Yasmin's youthful chest. "Let me guess", she ordered, before reaching forward and copping a feel of Yasmin's quivering left breast. "30b, if I'm not mistaken. I'm never wrong", she boasted, before Yasmin whispered, "Why, yes miss", and timidly glancing towards her former teachers who continued to make out, completely unaware.

Not wanting to offend her potential saviour/employer, Yasmin gulped and withstood her personal intrusion, believing, quite rightly, that her sister had to endure far, far worse. Rummaging through her hand bag, Pauline continued, "Here, this is my business card. Give my secretary a ring, I think you'd be perfect for my new range. If I was you, I'd look into getting myself an agent, just don't tell them your age. With a bit of help, you could go very far, just add a bit of tone to your legs." "Why thank you, you're ever so kind", replied the young blonde. But, with nowhere stable to put down her tray of wine, Yasmin was unable to reach out and take the card. So, the dress shop owner reached over and unhooked two buttons, before opening up Yasmin's blouse. The peak of Yasmin's bosom now on display, Pauline reached down and placed her business card inside the tip of the teenager's 30b brassiere, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Withdrawing her hand, Pauline accidentally knocked over one of the tall white wine glasses, causing it to topple forwards and empty chardonnay all over Yasmin's ravishing chest. "Don't worry about it, it happens all the time", Yasmin began, as she felt the white wine soak into her blouse. Expecting a sincere apology, Yasmin waited patiently for a reply. But Pauline, displaying a lifelong lack of compassion, was no longer interested in the young, sodden girl. Instead, her attention had been drawn back to the two young women making out in the corner. With everyone else now departed, the four of them were left completely alone, and the trouble was about to get started.

Utterly crushed, Pippa noticed the return of Pauline's filthy stare. Angered, she broke off her kiss with Anna and withdrew her hand from the brunette's devastating thighs. Sensing a change in her partner, Anna swivelled round and smoothed down her dress. Though a bulldog on the sports field, Anna, struggled to control her emotions and continually wore her heart on her sleeve. Though not as headstrong or tenacious as Pippa, the brunette was used to being spoiled rotten, and like Lisa, hated not having everything her own way. Stroking Pippa's arm to see what upset her, Anna turned around to look straight into Pauline's powerful, piercing eyes. "What are you looking at?" Anna scolded, sensing that her tongue-tied girlfriend had uncharacteristically been silenced in their hour of need.

"You two should be ashamed of yourselves", Pauline shot back venomously, in disgust. "I'm perfectly entitled to kiss my girlfriend, you pompous bigot", Anna snarled, enjoying her moment in the spotlight. "How dare you, you little slut", barked Pauline ferociously, before picking up a glass of chardonnay from Yasmin's tottering tray.

Sensing that her girlfriend was in trouble, Pippa quickly got over her fears and took a commanding step forward, before nudging Anna back behind her, by poking her in her ribs. Gazing directly into Pauline's eyes she snarled, "Don't you dare you speak to my girlfriend like that. Go back to the dark ages, you homophobe." Enraged, Pauline threw her wine glass straight over Pippa's embattled face. Sighing, as she wiped the sticky chardonnay from her eyes, Pippa was defenceless as Pauline picked up two more glasses and aimed them at her heaving chest and loose flowing hair. Recovering herself, as wine continued to rain down upon her, Pippa had the sense of mind to retaliate. But blinded by the stinging sensation in her eyes, the blonde threw her only glass over poor Yasmin by mistake.

Chortling at the teacher's poor aim, Pauline reached over to pick up a bottle of red wine from the nearby table. Taking a step back towards Pippa, Pauline was just about to hurl the bottle over the twenty-six-year-old's dark blue, lace dress. But then, to everyone's great surprise, Yasmin, wiping wine from her cheeks as she shifted, stepped in between the arguing pair. "Excuse me miss. Please don't. That wine is very expensive, the groom picked it out especially, just for today", Yasmin bravely protested, knowing that she was risking her dream of becoming a model by standing up to the vicious Pauline. "Girl, move out of my way", Pauline seethed dismissively, before trying to push her aside. But plucking up the courage, Yasmin remained steadfast and unmoved. "Fine, have it your way", Pauline smirked, before emptying the entire bottle of chateauneuf du pape over her glorious, youthful head.

Satisfied with the scene of her destruction, Pauline flounced out of the room to join the rest of the unsuspecting guests. Poor Yasmin began to sniffle as red wine continued to poor down over her fringe and onto her quivering chest. "Goodness me, is that you Yasmin?" Anna asked her former prot Yasmin smiled in recognition and sheepishly wiped the wine from her cheeks. Continuing, Anna added, "Thank you for defending us, you were very brave." "No worries miss, I always try to do what's right", Yasmin explained, before she heard her boss call her away. Trudging gingerly from the room, the teenager left a trail of red wine in her wake.

Finally, alone together, Anna began to dab Pippa down with another red silk napkin, taking care to trace over the smooth contours of her chest. In response, a becalmed Pippa wrapped her right arm around the brunette's thin waist. Embracing her girlfriend, she then squeezed Anna back up against her warm, yet damp, yearning skin. Walking in tandem, with arms around each other's waists, the young couple entered into the back of the crowded hall. Pippa glanced around her. With the bigot elsewhere, the young couple seemed invisible to everybody else. Instead, all eyes remained upon Lisa and Malcolm as they began to beckon more couples to join them in the centre of the dancefloor.

"Right, after all that excitement, I believe we deserve a bit of fun, don't you?" Pippa suggested. Continuing she added, "That hateful women has just given me a great idea. How about we have a little wager? The next person to catch someone else's unwanted attention has to have all their clothes chosen for them for the following week!" Instantly, Anna gazed lovingly into Pippa's eyes and cried, "Deal. We both know that I have the better dress sense, so it seems you can hardly lose either way." Giggling, Anna then poked Pippa playfully on the nose. "Right, you were pretty conspicuous before, how about you try again and go first?" Anna suggested. "I'd be delighted", replied Pippa, before rubbing her hands together in unadulterated glee.

Feeling brave, Pippa scooped up a handful of banoffee pie from the nearest table. Checking to make sure not one soul was watching, she slid her hand beneath the thin material of the waistline of Anna's backless dress. Feeling the cold concoction of banana and cream against her bare skin, the brunette gulped as she felt the cool pie rub up against her aching thighs, before Pippa adventurously slid her hand down even further, over her bare backside.

Pippa then lent forwards and kissed Anna on the lips as she continued to rub her fingers over Anna's sensual behind. Slowly sliding her hand back up Anna's spine, the blonde picked up a glass of champagne and carefully poured it over Anna's slight chest, which burst out from under her green, skimpy dress. Glancing round to see if anybody had yet noticed, Pippa shook the last remaining dregs of the chardonnay over Anna's swaying breasts whilst staring intently into her partner's lustful chestnut eyes. Continuing her challenge, Pippa proceeded to dip her right hand into the nearby chocolate fountain and wipe her hand over Anna's dainty chin. Tracing her chocolate smothered hand over Anna's luscious lips, Pippa paused as the brunette cheekily licked her fingers before the blonde retaliated by clumsily splodging a drop of melted chocolate onto her nose. Then, to finish off her triumph, Pippa drew a pair of chocolate whiskers and rosy cheeks onto the brunette, who tried desperately to suppress a giggle as she curtsied in wonderment at her epic feat.

Previously housemates, the two young teachers had grown increasingly close over the past four years. Yet it had taken immense bravery from the previously heterosexual Pippa to break off her engagement with her fianc and declare her true feelings to the immensely pretty, dark brunette. Excessively vivacious and bright, Pippa was a fabulous teacher. Well respected, by her colleagues and pupils alike, Pippa was famed for being a practical joker who loved to boss the more skittish Anna around. More overtly feminine, the chatty, boisterous Anna couldn't help but rub people up the wrong way. Extremely competitive, she wore her heart on her sleeve and was so easy to wind up that her pupils barely had to break sweat. Less mature than Pippa, she was also extremely lazy, except when it came to exercise, where Anna reigned supreme. Often, she worried about Pippa's figure, given that the blonde had an insatiable appetite and an incredibly sweet tooth that knew no bounds, especially around mini eggs. Anna could never encourage Pippa to do any exercise, with the exceptions of in the bedroom, where the highly sexual Pippa dominated her willing, submissive partner, or in the context of one of their messy, sensual games.

The creative young couple, placed great importance on their foreplay, which had recently morphed into a series of personal duels, whereby the loser risked being hideously slimed. At work, they'd taken part in three messy Comic Relief challenges, with Pippa coming out on top every single time. Anna had thus been thrice messily humiliated in front of all her classes and was exceedingly desperate for her revenge. But recently, they'd kept their shared desire for wet and messy foreplay to themselves, so Anna was more than delighted when Pippa suggested that they play a messy game.

"Right my turn", gushed Anna as she scanned the table for her first weapon of choice, before giving in to temptation and slamming Pippa's head forwards, into the giant four-tiered wedding cake. The loud thud of Pippa slamming against the light sponge emanated across the dance floor, causing the entire reception to immediately turn around and stare. Noticing that all eyes now fell upon her, Pippa dragged herself up from the copious layers of thick cream sponge. Blinded, with her cheeks and forehead coated in white icing and strawberry filling, Pippa was helpless as Anna gloatingly pushed her face back down into the remaining three tiers of the cake. This time however, Pippa lost her footing and brought the entire wedding cake down upon her as she crashed to the floor in disgrace.

Enraged, Lisa broke away from Malcolm and stormed over, taking one long withering glance down upon Pippa before turning her ire towards the guffawing, unrepentant Anna instead. Picking up a chocolate gateaux she slammed the cake into the brunette's deserving, jovial face. Twisting and grinding the dessert over Anna's pretty features, Lisa then let what remained of the cake drop down over the brunette's partially exposed chest. Caught by surprise, Anna tried clearing her face of ganache before Lisa poured an entire bottle of white wine over her chocolate stained cleavage. As Lisa looked around her, to ensure that Pippa wasn't sneaking up from behind, Anna took advantage of the bride's momentary hesitation and picked up a banoffee pie, ready for her revenge.

But suddenly being overcome by a feeling of guilt, upon realising that she was to absolutely ruin Lisa's big day, the brunette thought better of it, and so slammed the pie into her own ganache smothered face instead. As Anna tried to loosen her thick fringe from her forehead, which was glued down under copious layers of toffee and cream, Lisa stole what remained of the pie from her left hand and opened up the front of her dress. Momentarily exposing Anna's bare chest to those watching closest, Lisa then shoved the banoffee pie down over her breasts. Rubbing the pastry base against her cleavage, Lisa then ruffled Anna's claggy fringe, loosening it from her face.

Pippa meanwhile, was now starting to feel the full effects of her four glasses of chardonnay. Seeing Anna being cruelly dominated by Lisa, the golden blonde felt the need to rush to her defence. Not having any qualms about humiliating Lisa, unlike Anna, Pippa picked up a chocolate malt ice cream cake and began to take aim.

Sensing the danger, Yasmin, whose wine stained, translucent blouse gave lustful onlookers a perfect view of her brassiere, bravely took a step forward and cried, "Miss Young, don't do anything you'll" before being clattered by the cake, straight into her face. The vanilla ice cream splattered against her cheeks and a multitude of Maltesers ran down into her blouse as the gooey chocolate base slipped down her chin. Panicking, Lisa turned around and expected every single inch of her miraculously still clean dress. The bride then took a moment to compose herself, before scowling at Malcolm for not jumping to her aid. Pippa meanwhile, began to apologise to Yasmin, who promptly slipped up on the ice cream mess beneath her feet. Laughing at the prone teenager who lay on her back before her, Anna took a step backwards to escape out of harm's way.

Unfortunately, however, Anna only proceeded in ambling directly into the table housing the chocolate fountain, causing it to wobble and almost topple from its place. Instead, by some miracle, the fountain only tilted over slightly, causing only the top two levels to pour chocolate onto the floor, splashing over Anna's feet. Like Yasmin, before her, the brunette thus slipped over on the sticky floorboards, causing the teetering fountain to lean over ever so slightly more and send a cascade of milk chocolate pouring down over her face.

As the chocolate continued to stream down over her forehead, Anna heard the entire reception howl in laughter, as they began to chortle in unison at her expense. Startled by her predicament, Anna lay back against the table as litres upon litres of chocolate began to seep down under her dress. Giggling, as she helped Yasmin up to her feet, Pippa turned to Lisa and apologised, before adding, "Erm see you Monday, I guess." Sensing that she could do nothing in the short term to help her girlfriend, Pippa began to scuttle off the dance floor, before crying, "Stay there silly. I'll go and fetch you a new dress."

Getting over her initial embarrassment, Anna began to seductively lick her viscid lips. Then, under the constant gaze of everyone's attention, Anna was surprised by a chastised, inflamed Malcolm, who feeling like he had something to prove, threw a large lemon meringue pie straight into her graceful face.

Running outside, Pippa checked herself over as she hurried to Anna's red Ford Fiesta. Though the front of her dark blue lace dress was plastered with cake, her back and hips were mostly pristine. If she was careful, she thought, she wouldn't get the car seat dirty on the return journey back home. Hence, there was no real need for her to change. Anna, on the other hand, had been absolutely obliterated by the chocolate and would thus need an entirely new outfit to wear.

Pippa figured that since Anna had been caught by everyone slamming her face into the cake, the brunette must have clearly lost their little game. Hence, Pippa was fully justified in choosing her next outfit for her, which she took to with great gusto and glee. Rummaging through the car boot she selected a dark red, fancy pirate booty costume, featuring a corset like dress with a black petticoat and busty neckline. Stashing the dress into a plastic bag, Pippa then ran back into the country club and whistled for Anna to join her in the ladies restroom, before any more damage could be made.

Fleeing from the dance floor as fast as was physically possible, Anna joined her girlfriend in the women's toilets. Buzzing, Pippa kissed Anna on the forehead, before beating a hasty retreat when the brunette tried to smear gooey chocolate all over her dress. "Hey, watch it, I haven't got a change of clothes", Pippa retorted as Anna kicked off her heels. Once Anna had promised to not smear her in any more chocolate, Pippa began to help her out of her green, A-line, skater dress. Stepping back admiringly, Pippa stuffed the soiled mint dress in a plastic bag, before staring at the brunette's sublime, chocolate and meringue stained, svelte chest and legs. Wearing nothing but her G-string, Anna oozed sex. Her breasts were spattered with banoffee and her thighs were swamped with chocolate sauce. Pippa was in Heaven and didn't want this moment to ever end. Obliging, Anna posed alluringly, before swiftly leaning forward and washing her face clean in the sink. Pippa meanwhile, soaked some paper towels in warm water and began to sponge down her stunning girlfriend. With her left hand wiping Anna's breasts and her right hand rubbing the sublime brunette's behind, Pippa was rudely interrupted by Yasmin, as the teenager hurriedly burst into the bathroom door, carrying a clean white blouse, looking to swiftly get changed.

"Oh my God", gasped Yasmin as she saw Anna stand almost naked before her. Petrified, the teenager almost fainted in sheer embarrassment. Steadying herself, by resting one hand against a sink, the blonde plucked up the courage to look Anna straight in the face. Playing to her audience, Anna crudely gibed, "Well, hi there Yasmin! Don't worry, we won't be long. There's nothing to fear here, no need to stare." Noting that her former teacher didn't even try to cover herself, Yasmin searched frantically for a spare cubicle. But to her utter horror, all three toilets were currently occupied, there was nowhere left to escape. Defeated, Yasmin dropped her gaze to the floor, before slowly beginning to remove her wine stained blouse. Turning her back to the young couple, she skittishly dropped her top to the floor.

Anna, unfortunately, felt the prudish teenager was being unnecessarily rude. Trying to lighten their awkward situation, she began, "Hey, Yasmin, over here. There's no need to be scared, we aren't going to bite. It's not like you've never seen breasts before, or women's thighs. Look, it was ever so kind of you to defend us earlier, you didn't deserve to be caught up in all our mess. I'm so sorry that Pippa pied you, the lazy sod really ought to improve her lousy aim. Pippa, come on, apologise to the girl." Realising that she was being rude, Yasmin felt she had no option to turn towards Pippa, for at least she still had clothes around her waist. "Yes, sorry about that. You saved my bacon, Lisa would have killed me if I'd pied her instead", Pippa added, not taking her apology very seriously, before giggling away. "No worries", Yasmin replied, before blushing as she sensed Pippa's and Anna's eyes turn towards her youthful chest.

"Goodness me, you're soaked", Anna added. "Come here, I'll help dab you down before you put on that clean blouse. We don't want it to get messy as well." Noting that Pippa had already removed all the clean paper towels from the dispenser, Yasmin felt that she didn't really have a choice. She would have to accept their questionable help. As Pippa continued to wipe Anna's behind, Anna began to dab the red wine staining Yasmin's quivering chest. Seconds later, a cubicle door sprang wide open and out marched Pauline. Enraged, she took one look at the trio and scowled in disbelief. Stepping towards Yasmin, she plucked out her business card from her bust and tore it to shreds. Tutting, she washed her hands before exclaiming, "You three should be ashamed. You're all banned from my shop, so stay away." Anna chuckled, before retorting, "Don't worry, we can't afford to buy your kitsch, vulgar tat anyway." Unable to think of a reply to trump her girlfriend, an incredulous Pippa decided to infuriate Pauline in a far more visual way. Daringly, the youthful blonde nonchalantly yanked down Anna's G-string and kissed her on her womanhood, before sticking in her tongue and beginning to lick her out with glee.

Disgusted, Pauline marched out the door whilst a horrified Yasmin broke free of Anna's grasp and shut her eyes in desperate hope that she could forget the terror that she'd just seen. Her fingers trembling, Yasmin clumsily failed to do up the buttons on her clean blouse, whilst Pippa amazingly continued to lick away.

Finally managing to do up every button, Yasmin ran out the bathroom, half covering her eyes, before charging head first into a Mississippi mud pie that Pauline thrust at her, thinking that she was Pippa, by mistake. Clearing the fudge and chocolate sauce from her cheeks, Yasmin whimpered as cream dribbled down onto her fresh new blouse. Deciding against another change of clothes, Yasmin picked up another tray of red wine and hurried out into the courtyard where she could see some rowdy guests without drinks.

Enjoying herself now that they were alone, Anna had to think twice before pushing an aroused Pippa away. "Save that for later Pip, I think we may have scared the poor girl. Bless her, she's really, really sweet. Anyway, let's see what you've got me", Anna exclaimed, as she hurriedly pulled her G-string back up her legs. "Oh my", Anna giggled, as Pippa revealed the majesty of the pirate costume by slowly lifting it up out of the bag inch by inch. Nodding in approval, Anna pleaded, "Please tell me you've brought the satin gloves as well." "Of course", cooed Pippa as she began to help an excited Anna into her dress. "You know, we really ought to apologise to Lisa, I'm worried we've ruined her big day", murmured Pippa, as she finally felt a pang of conscious, upon realising how close she had come to destroying Lisa's priceless wedding dress. Smiling, Pippa then readjusted Anna's neckline to uncover another two inches of the brunette's aching chest. "Well, she shouldn't have chosen such a wobbly cake", joked Anna in reply, as she pulled on her long black gloves and held in her breath. Anna then dug into her handbag to retrieve a dark crimson lipstick. "What are you doing, there's a large braying crowd outside. We haven't the time to be vain!" Complained Pippa, for once showing sense. "Speak for yourself, you're not the one dressed like a pirate. Besides, you found plenty of time to seduce me in front of that beast", joked Anna in reply. Pausing to reapply her lipstick, Anna added, "I know we've got to scarper, that's why I'm not going to ask you whether you've brought me my high heeled boots. As you know, I always want to look my best, even when I'm running away. I always want to leave them wanting more, even if they're trying to kill me", Anna intoned, before splodging the tip of the lipstick onto Pippa's nose in jest. Anna then kissed Pippa on the left cheek before vainly applying one final layer to her lips and narcissistically admiring herself in the mirror yet again.

Anna then leant forward to pick up the bag with her soiled dress. Unable to resist the perfect opportunity, Pippa then gaily slapped Anna on her curvy rear. Her backside stinging, Anna squealed with delight upon discovering that Pippa had remembered to bring with her the large, black, pirate hat that completed her fancy dress. Anna adjusted the hat upon her fringe before glancing at herself, for one final time, in the mirror. Noticing that Pippa was already leaving, Anna then swiftly followed after her partner, as the young couple tried to make their escape.

Alas however, poor Anna's humiliation was not yet complete. Running to catch up Pippa, her extremely short petticoat skirt rode up, exposing her backside to the disapproving, cantankerous crowd chasing after them. Reaching the double door exit a moment after Pippa, Anna turned round and curtsied to her audience. Enjoying herself, Anna blew a raspberry only to be hit flush in the face with a key lime pie. Noting that the baker had used a traditional recipe, as the meringue filling impressively remained stuck to her face, Anna tried to turn and scarper, only to stumble over the pie crust which had slipped to the floor under her feet. Collapsing onto her hands and knees, Anna began to crawl away. Typically, however, her skirt began to ride up, exposing her skimpy G-string to everyone's immense pleasure.

Once outside, the brunette finally eased herself back up, before hurtling towards the water fountain to wash herself, once again, clean. Running at top speed, the athletic brunette was unable to avoid the unfortunate Yasmin, who was busy serving two of Malcolm's cousins, and accidentally pushed her tray, carrying three glasses of chateauneuf du pape, back up into her chest. Caught by surprise, the young teenager lost her balance and fell over backwards into the fountain, disappearing completely under. Squirming as she felt the cool liquid seep into her tights and pink knickers, Yasmin coughed and spluttered, before finally gasping for air. Anna meanwhile, managed to maintain her balance, and avoided falling in. Instead, after taking her precious pirate hat off first, Anna dunked her head under the water, to wash away the excess of egg yolk and cream.

Dallying, Pippa aimed her car fob aimlessly, having forgotten, in a moment of panic, where Anna had parked their red Ford Fiesta, earlier that day. Unimpressed, a soaking Anna snatched the keys out of her panicking hands. "I'm driving, you've clearly too much to drink. Look it's over there!" she exclaimed.

Upon jumping into the driver's seat, Anna moaned, "My phones died. Believe it or not, I drained the battery by taking too many pictures. That's so just not like me! Get Google maps out on yours and tell me the way to escape." Nodding, Pippa rummaged through her handbag only to discover that it had disappeared. Unbeknownst to her, she'd put her phone down in the boot when she had collected Anna's clothes, and had forgotten, in the excitement, to pick it back up again. "Erm, slight problem love, I don't know where mine is!"

By now, a braying crowd were beginning to form outside. Pauline soon followed, having forcibly taken a trolley of leftovers from one of the timid waiters and was clearly out for revenge. Picking up a handful of prawn cocktail, the statuesque blonde threw it at Anna's car, hitting her window in line with her radiant face.

Ignoring the commotion, Anna dampened down her face with a handkerchief and reapplied her lipstick for the third time and imperiously admiring herself in the mirror. "Oh Pippa, I hope you can remember how to use a map book", Anna joked, whilst gesturing towards the battered book on the backseat.

Yasmin meanwhile jumped up out of the pool and marched over to Pauline. "Hey, leave them alone. They didn't do anything wrong. They're only trying to leave!" "What are you going to do about it?" taunted Pauline, incredulously. Infuriated, Yasmin grabbed a handful of prawn cocktail and flung it at the older lady. But Pauline ducked at the very last second, ensuring that the prawns and lettuce hit Malcolm flush in the face. Pauline, in retaliation, grabbed hold of the back of Yasmin's head and pushed her, face first, into the bowl of cocktail sauce. Taunting the young girl, Pauline held her under the surface of the mayonnaise for almost ten seconds, before finally allowing her to breathe.

Anna meanwhile, wound down her window and unwisely cried out, "So long suckers", only to be hit by a barrage of multi-coloured cupcakes, decorated with generous layers of open star icing, flung at her by the bride's mother and an assortment of ever willing guests. Noting that her girlfriend was hit flush on the nose and the right cheek, Pippa collapsed in a fit of giggles upon realising that two cupcakes had also squirmed their way down Anna's open bust. Tracing her fingers over Anna's partially exposed breasts, Pippa flicked up the pink icing and licked her little fingers in glee. Anna then fished the cupcakes out of her bosom and threw them at Lisa, only for Malcolm, once more, to accidentally get in the way. Pursing her lips, she shook her head in disbelief before revving up the car engine and taking a sharp left turn out of the country club, before tearing off down a series of secluded country roads, as they made their thrilling escape.

Blinded by the sauce, Yasmin picked up the bowl and flung the prawn cocktail at the nearest unlucky blonde in her way. Sensing that his wife was in danger, Malcolm, for once purposefully, jumped to the rescue and took the brunt of the mess. In retaliation, Lisa picked up a giant bowl of cold pea soup and emptied it all over the young blonde's delicate head. Wiping the soup from her eyes, Yasmin looked around her as the entire crowd of guests burst out laughing at her pitiful expense. "That's it, I quit!" she exclaimed, before running off to find her own car keys, so that she too could escape.

No more than two minutes later after leaving the wedding reception, Pippa had to admit that they were driving the wrong way. "I think we need to take a left turning in about two miles, but I'm not too sure. We may be lost, I think." Realising that staring at the map book any longer would be utterly useless, the golden blonde flung the book behind her and picked up one bottle, from a pack of six, of still water, from the back seat. Unscrewing the lid, Pippa was about to take a quick swig to refresh herself when Anna unexpectedly stepped on the break. To Pippa's horror, half the bottle suddenly gushed down over her pristine face. Then, without thinking, she threw the remainder of the bottle over Anna's beauteous face. As the brunette skilfully maintained control of the vehicle, despite the sudden soaking that she received, she felt Pippa carefully remove her pirate hat from her fringe. Turning to check what her partner was doing, Anna squirmed in anticipation as Pippa studiously poured three more bottles of water into the giant hat's rim. "Pippa, you wouldn't", fretted the brunette in vain, before her girlfriend gloatingly slammed the hat down over her bewitching head. Thoroughly soaked, and now shivering, Anna shrieked as the water raced down over her, and she failed to slow down in time as they approached a large muddy puddle and a rather sorry looking broken-down van by the side of the road.
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Nineteen-year-old Isla grew increasingly frustrated as she peered into the smouldering engine of her family's broken-down panel van, which had ground to a halt by the side of the desolate country road. The usually happy go lucky, five-foot-four teenager, was meant to be transporting a selection of her family's famous desserts to a prospective new client, who lived in an eighteenth century stately home, in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Their client, an elderly lady, was shopping for a new menu for her coffee bar chain, after her previous supplier had unexpectedly been declared insolvent. She had contacted Isla's parents after reading a review of their family's Italian restaurant, 'Peruzzi's', in a national broadsheet, to enquire whether they were looking to expand and enter into a partnership with herself.

Unfortunately, however, she had got her dates muddled up and was doubled booked, and so instead of sampling Isla's desserts, she was out celebrating her darling grand nephew's wedding. Furthermore, now that her van had broken down, all of Isla's desserts would soon be absolutely ruined. Trying to remain positive, Isla twirled her neck length, dyed white, wavy hair in her fingers as she peered hopefully down into the smouldering engine. She didn't know a single thing about fixing vans, but felt that she couldn't just sit around aimlessly and do nothing. It would be another half an hour before the RAC were scheduled to arrive, and she couldn't stomach the thought of some hubristic mechanic scowling at her, for ruining his chance of clocking off early.

Dressed in her usual waitress uniform of a light pink blouse and an extremely short, white skirt and nude tights, poor Isla was not just beginning to feel the cold, she was freezing. Furthermore, she worried that her parents, who were busy preparing for the evening shift at Peruzzi's, would blame her for braking their van, despite its long history of overheating. Her stroppy, older sister, Molly, would probably be in a vile mood with her as always as well. Fortunately, however, she was busy in London for the next three days, as part of her catering course, and wouldn't be able to scold her. Nevertheless, if she were here, Molly would probably proportion most of the blame on Isla's friends, Brooke and Effie, who were doing absolutely nothing to help.

Such hypothetical blame would not be unjustified. Firstly, neither of them had even bothered to check with Isla what the problem was. Though to be fair, neither Brooke nor Effie could have understood or been able to help Isla, even if she had been able to tell them. Twenty-one-year-old, sandy blonde, Brooke was busy messaging away on her mobile. Tossing her braided, chest length hair behind her as she typed ferociously, the five-foot-seven talent agent, didn't seem too thrilled to be stranded on a murky rural road in the late afternoon gloom.

Fortunately, it had just finished raining about half an hour earlier, otherwise the hitherto selfish blonde may have been tempted to call a taxi and abandon her friends to their wretched fate. Isla's perspective new client was a family friend of Brooke's wealthy mother. Hence, Brooke had volunteered to act as a go between for the pair, treating each side of the transaction equally and fair. In Brooke's mind, this display of diplomacy would show all her naysayers that despite her troubles as a failing talent agent, she did have a business brain and acumen. Dressed smartly in a Penny Light, Grey Shawl Collar, knee length Skirt Suit and a cyan coloured blouse, Brooke was trying to give off the very false impression that it was she, not Isla, who was in charge of the deal.

Effie, Isla's shy and demure, nineteen-year-old best friend, in contrast, was busy reapplying her dark red lipstick in a mirror. Her perfectly sculptured, shimmering, long, wavy, casual, light caramel brown hair best accentuated how swiftly the usually kind and generous teenager had morphed almost overnight into a beauty obsessed young woman. The reason the previously reticent introvert had begun having an affair with Richard. Unfortunately, however, Richard was Molly's toothsome boyfriend. But as far as Effie knew, none of her friends were at all wise to her betrayal.

Sadly, for the brunette however, her best friend unsurprisingly had her own suspicions. Knowing that Molly was out of town, Isla, ever the sleuth, had tried to distract Effie by inviting her out on this errand. Hopefully, this way, she would stay away from Richard. Thrilled with the prospect of visiting a stately home, and unaware of Molly's trip to London, Effie had kindly accepted. But now, she was proving no use whatsoever. She didn't know a thing about vans and wanted to look her best for going round to Richard's later. Wearing a pale banana coloured, Mint & Berry, summer dress, with a round neck, Effie really looked delightful.

Trapped in her own self-absorption, the now tiring Brooke hadn't until this very moment noticed Effie's surprisingly effortless beauty. Glancing jealously over towards the teenager, Brooke began, "I do say you look pretty radiant today Effie. Trying to impress anyone, by any chance young lady?" Brooke, unlike Isla, had no suspicions whatsoever about Effie's affair. In fact, even if Richard had told her, she wouldn't have believed him. Embarrassed, Effie looked up from her mirror and blushed crimson. Continuing, Brooke added, "Though I must warn you, your shallow neckline does make you seem rather chaste, rather too hard to get, if you ask me. You had great success, when I dared you to flirt with Richard last week, but only because you basically weren't wearing anything. Not to be harsh, but he probably wouldn't have taken a second glance at you otherwise. Sometimes, men can be really terrible." In reality, Brooke was merely voicing her own frustrations at her lack of men.

The previous weekend, Brooke had failed to read the signs when Isla had cajoled Effie into flirting with Richard to try to reveal his secret infidelity. In Brooke's eyes, Richard had remained on his guard, able to resist the temptation of the nubile young brunette despite her best intentions. But Isla, on the other hand, had seen through his well-rehearsed act and realised that he was already sleeping with Effie.

Carrying on torment, Brooke smirked, "I hope you don't hold too much hope on persuading Richard to like you. We both know his relationship with Molly is on the rocks, but it's hardly a secret that he prefers blondes no offence." "What, do you think you have a chance?" Effie asked back, intrigued. "Goodness no, I don't want to sleep with Richard, he's a creep." "No of course not, you want to seduce my brother!" Effie cried jovially, much to Brooke's grave annoyance. For unlike Effie's affair, it was no secret that Brooke lusted after Gabe, which was particularly tragic, as he already had a girlfriend, the beautiful Emily.

Suddenly on the back foot, Brooke began staring at Effie's heavenly chest. "Actually, I take it back, you don't need a low neckline wearing such an air tight dress. I mean, I can practically see your bra, it's a push up, isn't it?" Shaking her head in denial, it was soon Effie's turn to blush, when Brooke, not believing her, began to manhandle and fondle her breasts in order to prove her a liar.

Copping a feel, Brooke continued, "Goodness Effie, aren't you coming across as a bit desperate?" before turning her attention to brushing her left hand over Effie's shapely behind. Tracing her hand around Effie's cute rear, Brooke breathed a sigh of relief. "Good, you're not wearing a G-string too, that would be a little too tragic", before slapping the nervous brunette on her backside.

Vaguely listening to the pair bicker, Isla struggled to decide whether to interfere. Brooke as always, was being unnecessarily cruel to Effie. But the brunette was betraying fifteen years of friendship by sleeping with her sister's boyfriend, so maybe she deserved it. Despite her faults, Brooke was a dear friend, but Isla knew she wasn't close to Effie. Not the most outgoing person, Isla couldn't decide whether the blonde's teasing was a form of manipulative bullying, or the sincere concern for the fashion faux pas of a casual friend. Brooke certainly never treated Isla like this, and Effie clearly had the better dress sense. If anything, Effie looked gorgeous, perhaps Brooke was simply jealous. Fortunately, however, Effie was taking the joshing and prodding with undeserved patience and good grace. But then, she could, full in the knowledge that Brooke was talking utter nonsense. For it was the blonde, not Effie, who was miserably single.

Giving up on the engine, Isla opened up the back of the van to check on her family's famous desserts. Immediately, Isla pinched her nose, for locked in a warm, tight space for almost two hours, the puddings filled her nostrils with terror. Tentatively, Isla picked up a bucket of her family's secret raspberry sauce. Her two friends, with their backs turned towards her, were both being equally selfish and useless. Isla couldn't decide who deserved to have the raspberry sauce tipped over their heads the greater. Vain, arrogant Brooke was acting as if she was her employer. But she wore an extremely expensive suit and would probably be more likely than Effie to retaliate. Sweet Effie, on the other hand, would probably laugh and take it. The brunette was of course was sleeping with her sister's boyfriend, but Isla didn't want to give Effie a clue that she knew and pouring a bucket of raspberry sauce over her head would probably suggest some unresolved tension between the pair. Plus, Effie had a mirror, she might see her coming. But then, if she was covered in raspberry sauce, she wouldn't dare go to Richard's later, would she?

Unable to decide, Isla took a small step towards Brooke, before pausing. Turning her attention back to the brunette, Isla was amused when a sudden gust of wind caught the unfortunate Effie unawares and lifted up her skirt. Horrified, Effie shrieked as the strong wind continued to expose her blue pussycat panties. With both hands full, Effie hopelessly struggled to smooth her skirt back down before another gust of wind exposed her panties yet again.

Brooke meanwhile almost collapsed in hysterics as she glanced down upon the brunette's childish knickers. "I'll have you know these are very fashionable", Effie spat back, trying desperately to defend herself as she flattened her skirt back down once the gust of wind had finished. "Yeah for spinsters", Brooke cried in reply, before adding, "A word of advice, never wear them on a date dear." Smirking, Brooke then returned to typing away on her phone, whilst Effie tried to forget her momentary embarrassment by reapplying her dark red lipstick.

Watching closely, Isla breathed a sigh of relief. Brooke was right, Effie surely wouldn't risk going around to Richard's wearing such embarrassing knickers. But then again, anything was possible with Effie. Nevertheless, becalmed, Isla took two quick steps forwards and emptied the raspberry sauce all over the unsuspecting Brooke instead. The thin blonde screamed as her fringe became engulfed in the thick gunk, as instead of defending herself, she desperately pushed her precious phone out of harm's way.

Swearing uncontrollably, Brooke cleared her eyes before swinging round, intending to volley a barrage of verbal abuse at the guffawing trickster. "What the hell!" A turning Brooke began, before Isla surprised her with a raspberry tart to the face. "Oh no you didn't?" Brooke raged, as the raspberry and custard filling streamed down all over her cheeks. Squirming as a raspberry disappeared down the back of her blouse, Brooke could only quiver in frustration as Effie shot back, "Just a quick word of advice Brooke. Never cover yourself in raspberry jam, before going out on a date. For starters, my brother prefers marmalade, and judging by his latest girlfriend, gorgeous brunettes, not redheads!"

Laughing at Effie's sharp wit, Isla realised, just in time, that her initial fears about Brooke's willingness to retaliate had credence. Trying her hardest to ignore Effie's scoffing, Brooke snarled and glanced towards the open van, before sprinting in its direction. Sadly, for the blonde however, Isla, foreseeing the danger, got there first. The dyed white-haired beauty thus launched a zuppa inglese straight at her cheeks with remarkable accuracy. Isla slammed the custard and sponge layered cake, with such ferocity that it disintegrated the moment it collided with Brooke's pretty, dainty features. Blinded by the custard, as the sponge slid down and stuck to the raspberry sauce, Brooke was now an easy victim to conquer. Triumphant, Isla swiftly splatted a vanilla panna cotta over the top of her friend's head. Squelching, as it splattered down against her scalp, the gelatin and sweetened cream disappeared down the back of Brooke's collar, as the unlucky blonde desperately tried to shake it clear.

Admiring her performance, Isla paused to proclaim, "Oh Brooke, you have to admit, you were being pretty mean to Effie. You did deserve this, just a teeny bit." Pleased with speech, Isla hesitated, providing Brooke with the brief opportunity to slam a Cassata alla Siciliana into her sweet, unsuspecting face in retaliation. As the weighty concoction of sponge, marzipan, ricotta and white icing smacked against her face, the minute teenager was knocked back against the side of the van, before feeling her trembling legs buckle beneath her. Falling to her knees, Isla simply waited for her comeuppance. Without even checking that Isla was okay, Brooke goaded, "Who's now laughing?"

Defenceless, the aching teenager could do nothing as Brooke swiftly followed up by viciously grinding a tiramisu into her forehead. Rubbing the mascarpone and egg white over Isla's cheeks, Brooke taunted, "Isla, though I do agree that all your desserts are lovely, you really ought not to eat them all in one sitting. It's not very ladylike, now is it?" With Isla completely at her mercy, Brooke picked up a jug of chocolate sauce and was just lining up to pour it over Isla's glutinous fringe when she caught Effie scoffing. "Brooke, you're nobody to talk. You always have an entire chocolate sundae to yourself whenever we go out for lunch. Furthermore, my brother thinks that you're a messy eater. You were really confusing when you tried to seduce him by spilling the sundae down your dress last Wednesday, you see."

"Look, for the last time, the waiter spilled it on me", Brooke protested. But not yet finished, Effie added, "Look, there's nothing wrong with having a sweet tooth, it's just Gabe who thinks you're a sloppy eater." Horrified at Effie's teasing, Brooke put down the jug and selected a cannoli cake in its place. Marching over towards the brunette, Brooke twisted the almond, ricotta, mascarpone and cream cheese cake around in her hands, after finding it far heavier than she expected. Twisting the dessert horizontally, Brooke quickly lost control, as Effie stole the cake from her grasp and pushed it back up against her heaving chest, as the blonde squealed in protestation. Rubbing the cannoli cake against Brooke's blouse, Effie joked, "Goodness me Brooke, can't you eat anything without spilling it all over yourself?" Almost doubled over in laughter, the youthful teenager was clearly enjoying her teasing. Effie was not normally one to brag, but Brooke had been so unnecessarily mean to her, that she felt fully justified in her mockery and taunting.

Isla meanwhile wheezed, before gingerly helping herself back to her feet. Scrapping mascarpone from her eyes, the teenager rubbed her left leg, before cracking her knuckles to let the others know that she was ready to retaliate.

Laughing, Effie escaped a desperate lunge from Brooke who tried to throw what little was left of the cannoli cake back at the brunette. Instead, the humiliated blonde connected with nothing but thin air and fell forwards, head first into the leftovers. Seeing Brooke helpless as she collapsed to the ground, Effie realised that she had the perfect opportunity to further her revenge. Running back towards the van, Effie couldn't decide what to pie Brooke with next. Dallying, Effie hovered over a tiramisu cheesecake and an Italian love cake, before contemplating slamming both of them together against Brooke's dainty, pretty face. Alas, however, her hesitation proved to be a grave, grave mistake.

Standing safely off to the side, Isla decided that Effie was looking far too clean to be involved in a food fight. Keen to rectify Effie's unsullied appearance, Isla pushed her headfirst into the tiramisu cheesecake. "We couldn't have you staying clean now, could we", Isla teased, as the unfortunate Effie spluttered as coffee and cocoa powder shot up her nose, causing the nae brunette to sneeze over Isla's left wrist. "Goodness me! Such impertinence. That's hardly appropriate behaviour for such a nice young lady", Isla chimed, whilst trying to hide her revulsion. The youngster then took Effie by the back of her hair, lifted her head up and slammed her back down into the cheesecake. Holding her best friend down, Isla warned, "Dearest Effie, don't you ever dare sneeze on me again! It's disgusting!"

Brooke meanwhile had finally picked herself back up and marched over towards the two teenagers. Handing Isla a large chocolate gateaux, she pointed at Effie's behind and announced, "Go on, you know you want to." "No! Not my pretty dress", Effie wailed as she tried to lift her face clear of the cheesecake before Isla pushed her back down again. "Alright then", Brooke smirked before lifting up the teenager's skirt and directing Isla to slam the pie into Effie's colourful knickers instead. "Isla, don't you dare! These knickers were expensive", Effie complained. "If you say so", Brooke crowed mockingly, before pulling Effie's pussycat panties down to her feet.

Gaping open mouthed at Brooke's cruel impertinence, Isla almost felt sorry for poor youthful beauty. But then she remembered how the sweet coquette had betrayed her trust, and thus Isla's thirst for revenge suddenly trumped any former feeling of concern or pity.

As Brooke held the yellow skirt in the air, Isla slapped the chocolate gateau into Effie's bare, squirming backside. Isla then kept the base of the gateaux in place as she continued to rub the chocolate up and down Effie's stunning thighs. Still holding Effie's skirt in the air, Brooke passed Isla a pot of single cream and sputtered, "Effie's always been sceptical of your hair colour. I think she deserves a makeover, to help rectify her error." It was true, Effie thought the white hair dye didn't suit Isla. But her best friend had been ever so pleased with her new style that Effie had never had the heart to share her concerns. Instead, she unwisely confessed her true feelings to the bitchy Brooke, which clearly proved to be a mistake. Playing along, Isla poured the pot of single cream over the back of Effie's glorious head of hair. Dribbling down her neck, the cream slithered down the back of dress, causing the squirming Effie to shriek and shiver in shame.

Finally struggling free, the brunette then picked up a St Honore cake and span round, pieing Brooke in the face, when she had actually been aiming for Isla. As Brooke furiously wiped the puff pastry from her eyes, Effie joked, "Well you always said that you were jealous of my pale complexion." Realising that she'd had a narrow escape, Isla surprised her best friend by thrusting an Italian love cake into her left cheek. Knocked sideways by the chocolatey attack, with her knickers still round her ankles, Effie quickly lost balance and fell farcically onto her bespattered backside, on the muddy ground by Isla's feet.

Sensing an opportunity, Isla and Brooke glanced at one another and came to a mutual agreement to continue to gang up on Effie. Isla had let her emotions take over and couldn't forget about Effie's deception. Brooke, in contrast, was simply enjoying the opportunity to humiliate the callow beauty.
As Brooke held Effie down, Isla slammed a chocolate mud cake into her pretty face. As Brooke held the back of Effie's head, Isla covered every single inch of her delightful face in the rich, moist sponge as the brunette struggled to resist.

Impatiently wanting her turn, Brooke signalled to Isla to switch places. But Isla wasn't as strong as Brooke and so Effie was able to wriggle free the moment her best friend tried to put her arm across her shoulder. Jumping to her feet, Effie tried to escape, but immediately tripped over again as her panties were still round her ankles. Sighing, Effie glanced over towards Brooke and sputtered, "Alright, let me have it." Sensing, that she wasn't going to be able to escape, the teenager was beginning to enjoy her messy humiliation.

Ecstatic, Brooke directed Effie to kneel on the ground, before emptying an entire a tub of melted chocolate ice cream over her chestnut hair and shoulders. As Effie licked her lips, Brooke gleefully taunted, "Now who's the messy eater?" As ice cream continued to comically dribble down her nose, Effie looked up and teased, "Hardly. Compared to you, this is barely a drop in the ocean." Laughing at Effie's reply, Isla caught Brooke scowling at her for taking sides against her. Timidly sucking in her breath mid chuckle, Isla tried to make amends by opening up the front of Effie's yellow dress and beckoning her blonde friend over. Intrigued, Brooke began to pour a tub of strawberry ice cream over the teenager's quivering breasts. Looking down upon the brunette's bosom, Brooke added, "I take back what I said before. You aren't wearing a push up bra, instead your breasts are simply just amazing."

Bored with destroying an already grubby, mucky Effie, Brooke tricked Isla by shaping to pie the brunette, before twirling and slamming a raspberry champagne cream cake into her unsuspecting face. Her face demolished by inches of icing, Isla let go of Effie's dress and cursed herself for being so careless and unsuspecting. Effie then rose to her feet and slid her knickers back up her legs, but not without first giving an eyeful of her backside to poor Isla. Effie then ran twenty feet down the side of the road before taunting Brooke that she'd never be able to catch her. Not wanting to give Effie the last word, the blonde sighed, picked up a banana cream pie and began her chase.

Suddenly, a red Ford Fiesta sped past, splashing a large, turbid muddy puddle over the unlucky Effie. Covered head to toe in muddy water, there was barely an inch of her yellow dress left clean. Brooke, who had narrowly avoided the onslaught, paused as she caught up, overcome as she was by laughing vigorously at the brunette. Trying to compose herself, Brooke began to take aim, but Effie was far too quick. Taking her chance, the brunette pushed the cream pie into Brooke's face after the blonde woman left herself wide open. Chastened, Brooke scraped a handful of slices of banana off her face and threw them at Effie. Catching a slice in her mouth, Effie quickly chomped down on it. Then, meaning to run away once again, the brunette lost her footing on the edge of a ditch as she swivelled and fell headfirst into a large muddy quagmire instead.

"Are you alright?" cried Brooke fearfully, in a rare, tender moment of genuine concern. Slightly stunned, Effie raised herself to her elbows and gave Brooke the thumbs up. Looking down upon her dress, Effie discovered that she was caked under so many inches of thick slimy mud that barely a speckle of cream, custard or chocolate was left visible.

"Of course, I am, now please help me up, you silly beggar!" Effie took great pride in instructing. Unsure whether Effie could be trusted, Brooke gingerly took a step forward to the edge of the ditch and held out her right arm in sheer trepidation. As expected, Effie did what any casual friend would do and tried to drag her down in with her. Fortunately, however, as the older, stronger woman, Brooke was able to wrestle herself free and resist her. Thwarted, the brunette stumbled backwards and fell back into the quagmire, with her head disappearing completely under. Sitting up, Effie squealed as a loud squelch indicated that a large dollop of mud and wormed itself up inside her bespattered knickers. Then, taking care to keep a safe distance, Brooke picked up the cake tin, scooped up a puddle of mud and poured it over Effie's delightful head to crown her hard-fought victory.

Feeling left out, Isla, carrying a large panna cotta, ran over to join them. Effie meanwhile, now thoroughly exhausted, trudged out of the quagmire and indicated that their fun and games were finished. Disappointed, Isla placed the panna cotta on the side of the road, before angelically pleading, "But Effie, this is the last pudding." "Oh, alright then", Effie sighed before sitting down directly on top of the panna cotta. Sure enough, a loud squelch emanated from Effie's backside and the three friends burst out laughing.

Unable to resist, Isla joked, "You're not coming back into the van dressed like that Effie!" "Fine, I won't", Effie huffed, feeling slightly aggrieved at her friend's unnecessarily sharp tone. Momentarily, she wondered whether they had turned on her because they had discovered that she was sleeping with Richard. But the way Isla and Brooke were laughing and joking around, suggested to the brunette, that they were still both blissfully ignorant of her sins.

"Do you know what? I'll catch the bus instead. It's only around the corner", Effie added, looking for any old excuse to slip away and leave. "Which bus?" asked Brooke, oblivious. "The number four", Effie replied blithely. "But it doesn't go anywhere near your house", responded Isla, before realising that the number four stopped less than a minute away from Molly's and Richard's. Isla gulped and hid her face to shield her true feelings. The food fight had been a great, unexpected outlet to air her frustrations. But if that wasn't going to stop Effie skipping off to Richard's, then Isla was absolutely helpless. Panicking, Isla tried to consider her limited options. She couldn't leave Brooke alone with the van, the blonde was hardly trustworthy. Furthermore, it was beginning to go dark and they were in the middle of nowhere. Neither could she ask Brooke to babysit her, for they would probably just kill each other instead. Swallowing her pride, Isla pleaded, "I'm sorry Effie. I didn't mean to be rude, please stay with us."

But it was too late, Effie had made up her mind, she was leaving. "Don't worry. It's been raining all day, everyone else is sure to muddy, the bus driver won't mind me being a bit messy." Wanting rid of her, Brooke stared at Isla as if to say, 'Let her go', in full view of the brunette, who didn't need a second invitation to escape. Once Effie was out of earshot, Brooke whispered, "Look, if she wants to sulk, let her. She didn't have to be so rude me earlier, did she? If anything, she fully deserved every cake we threw at her." Nodding, Isla was tempted to agree, but still felt guilty for driving her best friend away.

Less than a minute later, the same red Ford Fiesta roared passed, doubling back on the way it came. Speeding down the country road, it violently splashed a humungous muddy puddle over poor Effie. Sensibly slowing down, it then caught a gloating Brooke and repentant Isla unawares, soaking them up to their waistlines. Seconds later, the ever-changeable weather started to lightly drizzle. So, a soaking, sulking Brooke and Isla headed back into the van to await their rescue.
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"Hey watch it!" cried Pippa as Anna splashed Effie with a humungous puddle. "Oi! That was your fault missy", Anna clarified in return as water continued to drip down off her chin after Pippa had poured water all over her. Turning around, Pippa announced, "Hey, she looks familiar, didn't we use to teach her?" "Why yes, you're right, that's Effie! She was the star player of our hockey team, remember!" Effie remarked, almost disbelieving. Continuing, Effie mused, "Sometimes I see her popping round to visit our neighbours. She's best friends with Isla, Molly's younger sister, would you believe?" "Yeah, you're right", Pippa replied, suddenly remembering. Keeping control of the conversation, Pippa added, "Speaking of which, didn't we just pass Molly's company van? It looks like it's broken down. Should we go back and help her?"

Awaiting her girlfriend's response, Pippa stared lovingly at her partner as water continued to seductively dribble down over her firm breasts and inside her pirate costume. Revelling in the attention, Anna carefully chose her words before answering. "Well, I'm no expert in fixing cars, but I doubt having a cake fight, as they were, is a reasonable solution. So, if you want to get messy again, we can turn round, but I wouldn't recommend it. Besides, I thought Molly was away for the weekend, so it must just have been her sister. But, if you must insist, I'll stay in the car, for Effie will certainly be out for revenge, after her little accident with the puddle! Though I must say, her soaking was much deserved, after all the bother she used to cause me."

"When was Effie ever any trouble? I thought she was always such a nice, sweet, quiet girl", replied Pippa, intrigued and disbelieving. "Yeah, she was, but she could be as lazy as anything. I mean, come on, she's Gabe's younger sister. Remember, according to Lisa, he was the most naturally talented athlete the school has ever seen. Handsome as anything too, I think Lisa adored him. But don't tell her I told you! Anyway, Effie has the same golden genes, but unlike her brother, never took the same liking to the sports field. Instead, she preferred to just sit around chatting, checking her phone and reapplying her lipstick. She completely wasted her sporting talent, so as not to embarrass herself in front of the boys, if you ask me. Yet, I can never remember her having a boyfriend, not that I want to be a bitch."

"Oh, I see. In a way, she kind of reminds you of yourself. I can imagine poor old teenage Anna being rather sexually frustrated!" Pippa joked, before kissing Anna's damp shoulder. "Hey, cheeky. I'll have you know I was really popular with the boys. I still am too", Anna boasted. "Oh I know, I saw the way every bloke at the wedding lusted after you", Pippa chortled. Continuing, she pondered, "You know, you and Effie do look rather similar. Except of course, her hair is far curvier and your fringe considerably thicker. Hey, hang on a minute, wasn't she the girl you tried to take under your wing, yet you failed miserably?"

Anna sighed, regretfully. "She was indeed; she really crushed my spirit. Effie and Isla both tried out for the hockey team together, but Isla was pretty hopeless. Effie didn't want to play if Isla couldn't, so she refused to join the team in protest. What could I do? I wasn't going to be blackmailed by a student. I had to ring home and involve her parents. I don't regret causing problems for her back home, she was by far our best player. She might deny it now, but she did enjoy herself, at least to begin with. But soon, she became lazy. Like clockwork, Effie was always the first off the playing field after training. Plus, she rarely tracked back as often as she should have. We came so close to winning the county championship one year too, but we blew it. It wasn't really her fault, though the girl she was supposed to be marking scored both their goals in the very last minute. I guess the occasion just got to her, if anything.

After that, Effie refused to play for me ever again. Weirdly, I think she blamed me, but she was always too shy to say so to my face. Then, come the following sports day, she somehow comes last in the 200 metres. Even Isla beat her, much to her disgrace. I tried to help her. I tried to champion her. I tried to mentor her and even offered her extra coaching at weekends. But she wouldn't even say no to my face. So yes, she is a lovely girl, generally. She's really kind and extremely generous. She's incredibly devoted to Isla, but she never gave me a chance, nor a single ounce of recognition. I know I shouldn't take it so personally, but it really hurt me. Plus, she's undeniably pretty too. So, if anyone deserves a good sploshing, it's Effie, for being just too darn beautiful!"

"Oh Anna, you really took it to heart, didn't you? Still, if she didn't want to play, it was wrong to force her. It was just hockey after all", Pippa replied, well-meaningly. "Hey, that's unfair", Anna cried. "If you apply that logic, you'd be out of a job. No one in their right mind ever wants to do maths. We just don't give them the option, do we?"

Dabbing her face dry, Pippa tried to apply some lipstick, before replying, "I'm sorry love, I didn't mean to sound so harsh and thoughtless. But you know I was hopeless at sport, I hated it. The PE teachers were always so unforgiving and cruel towards me. I was like Isla, except with two even clumsier left feet, if you can believe it." Cheekily, Anna pressed down heavily on the brakes causing Pippa to smudge her lipstick all over her face. "Whoops!" the brunette grunted in glee, before twisting her head sideways to inspect the damage. Flustered, Pippa glanced down over the map book. "Oh crumbs! I think we've missed a turning. We need to turn around, sorry! My error."

Anna waited for the next safe opportunity, before attempting a three-point turn. But, feeling pressurised, she slightly overshot the tarmac and almost got her rear left wheel stuck in the muddy turf, before accelerating clear.

In her frustration, she sprayed mud all up the left side of her Fiesta, much to Pippa's continual amusement. Still wound up, after her rant about Effie, Anna began to pick up speed as she grumpily drove back down the way they came. Spotting the teenager walking towards her, Anna purposely sped up once more and drove straight through the middle of a large muddy puddle. Immensely pleased with herself, Anna glanced triumphantly in the rear-view mirror. A large splattering of mud duly covered Effie's face from ear to ear. Having taken her eyes off the road, Anna then almost didn't spot the others. Slowing down, she couldn't avoid splashing Brooke or Isla, but at least she didn't destroy them, unlike with Effie.

Shaking her head in disapproval, Pippa glanced at the map book again, trying not to say anything about Anna's latest indiscretion. Studying the map more carefully, Pippa squeaked, "Oh dear, please don't hate me. I don't think we'd missed the turning after all. We need to turn back round again, sorry!" "Really?" Anna moaned, shaking her head in frustration. Slowing down, Anna just couldn't find a wide enough safe place to turn around her Fiesta. So, thinking outside the box, she asked Pippa to hop out and open a gate to a field. Sadly however, the field was far muddier than Anna could have expected. Thus, no sooner had she started her three-point turn, she got both her back two wheels stuck firmly in the fetid quagmire.

Jumping out to have a closer look, the brunette moaned, "Goodness me, I'm never going to get the wheels clear." Then, before she could react, Pippa snatched her keys off her and jumped into the vacant driver's seat, much to her exasperation. "Well, well, well", Pippa taunted. "It looks like you're going to have help push us clear." "Why me? You were the one who told me to turn around for no apparent reason", Anna shouted back through the window. "True, but you're clearly so much stronger than I am. If I was to push, we'd be here until next May. Now come on, be a good sport, don't bale out on me like Effie", Pippa demanded, whilst pushing all the right buttons.

Galled at her girlfriend's cheek, Anna shook her head, in complete disagreement. "Yeah, yeah, very clever. But you're still drunk, I don't think it's very safe for you to be behind the wheel." Worried that Anna had her beaten, Pippa took a moment to think of a reasonable reply before responding, "Alright, I promise I'll swap seats with you as soon as we're clear."

Just then, Yasmin approached the bickering pair, driving carefully home in her blue, second hand, Dacia Sandero. Having quickly gotten changed into an ASOS, navy and white, petite polka dot pleated chiffon mini skirt and a white cami top, Yasmin had not had the time to clean the pea soup form her hair before scurrying away. Seeing Anna and Pippa continue to squabble, the young blonde pulled over and called out, "Hi there. Do you need any assistance?"

Sadly however, neither woman was remotely listening. Forlornly, Anna pushed up against the back of the Fiesta as Pippa excitedly revved up the engine. Under intense pressure, the back wheels spun so wildly that they coated poor Anna head to toe in the thick slimy mud, rendering her once again completely unrecognisable.

Spluttering, as mud oozed down her pirate costume over her breasts, Anna pushed against the car boot with all her core strength, not even contemplating the thought of being defeated. As Pippa carelessly pushed down hard on the accelerator, the Fiesta jolted forward slightly and Anna fell head first into the mud as a consequence. Rising to her knees, Anna finally noticed Yasmin. Fancying a breather, the brunette yelled at Pippa to cut the engine.

Watching Anna's humiliation, Yasmin gulped, why oh why did she offer her assistance? But not wanting to go back on a promise, Yasmin offered her help a second time without a moment's hesitation. Jumping out of her car, the teenager carefully positioned herself next to the muddy teacher. Once again, Pippa pushed down too hard on the accelerator causing mud to rain down upon her helpers. Befuddled, Yasmin screamed as the vile, roily mud, slid inside her top, coating her youthful chest before dribbling down into her pink knickers. But together they managed to push the car clear before Yasmin finally lost her footing and fell forwards, head first into the mud before her. Collapsed on the ground, the teenager failed to notice that her short polka dot skirt had ridden up, exposing her knickers to her former teacher. Lying on the ground, Yasmin gleefully began to draw a mud angel. Anna meanwhile, struggled to find the right words to tell her that she could see her cute little rear.

Having turned off the engine, a tipsy Pippa had no such fears. "Oi, Anna. Stop gawking at Yasmin's sexy pink knickers!" the blonde joked, catching her girlfriend staring at the teenager. Embarrassed, Yasmin sat up and smoothed down her skirt, before flinging mud at Anna in retaliation. "I didn't mean to", Anna apologised, once the teenager had finished hurling mud in her direction.

Still within the relative safety of the Ford Fiesta, Pippa cried, "Well, you're not getting back in dressed like that! We'll never get the car clean!" both in jest and in all seriousness. Forlornly, Anna had to agree with her girlfriend. "So then, Miss clever clogs, what do you suggest?" the brunette asked, not expecting an answer. But Pippa was already one step ahead of her. Pointing into the field, she exclaimed, "Luckily for us then, that there's a pond just over there! Why don't you both wash yourselves clean?"

Feeling smug about her suggestion, Pippa fetched three towels out of the car boot and merrily led Anna and Yasmin across the field. Reaching the edge of the pond, Anna started having second thoughts. "Maybe if I just wrap myself up in a towel, the car seat won't get too dirty?" she gulped in desperation. Unimpressed, Pippa trilled, "I bet you can't jump in as far as the bulrushes. If you can, I'll do all our ironing for a month, I dare you." Suddenly determined, Anna took three steps back before doing a running jump and splashing into the slimy pond, barely two feet short of where she was aiming. Falling up to her shoulders in the green slime, Anna struggled successfully, to keep her face above the water. But, to her great discomfort, she felt the pond water gently lap against her soaking G-string. Laughing at her partner, Pippa waited for the perfect opportunity, before slyly pushing poor Yasmin in headfirst.

Disappearing completely under the water, Yasmin caused a giant wave to wash over Anna, soaking every last inch of her skin. Wading to the pond's edge, where the water barely came up to her knees, Anna began to wipe herself down with a pond lily. Yasmin, in contrast, was still struggling to stand back up, so preoccupied she was with removing the tangled pond weed from her hair. Ignoring the teenager's plight, Anna pleaded, "Pass me a towel please." But Pippa, just wouldn't make things too easy. Cruelly, she aimed the towel, just too far out of Anna's reach. Jumping to catch it, the brunette slipped and collided with Yasmin, knocking them both under the surface of the pond once again. Slowly resurfacing, the sodden towel in her grasp, Anna shot Pippa a dirty look, before hearing Yasmin suddenly scream. A frog had hopped onto to her head, before finding a new home inside her cami top, just below her left breast. Shrieking, the teenager swiftly removed her top and flung it far away. Brushing the frog off her chest, the topless girl felt a flurry of fish swim up against her right leg. Squealing, she thrashed around in the surface of the water before Anna calmed her by repeatedly slapping her with the soaking towel on her cute, tiny rear. Keen to atone for her prior carelessness, Anna searched through the bulrushes until she found Yasmin's top and threw it over her face. "Oh, dear Yasmin, you do give us girls a bad name!" Anna then joked in glee, as she splashed the younger woman in the chest.

As Anna led the still topless teenager out the pond, Pippa threw Yasmin the second towel before beginning to dry her girlfriend down with the third. Lifting up Anna's skirt, Pippa took far more time and care than was truly necessary to tenderly dry down her partner's backside. Her skirt still above her waist, Anna scooped her pirate hat into the water and placed it over Pippa's unsuspecting head. Unexpectedly soaked, Pippa, in retaliation, pinged back the thin material of Anna's G-string and ran back towards their Fiesta before Anna could gain her revenge. Highly embarrassed, Yasmin eased her bra cups away from her chest to drain out the excess water. Unsure of where to look as her former teachers flirted with one another, Yasmin hid her face under her towel.

Triumphant upon reaching the road, Pippa threatened to drive off without Anna. Then, just as she turned towards their car, the number four bus sped past, splashing the beautiful blonde as she chortled. "I bet you wish now that you hadn't been so cocky!" Anna shouted in jest, before pushing the unfortunate Yasmin backwards into the pond, as she blindly stumbled around looking for her cami. Watching on as the frog hopped back onto the teenager, Anna crowed, "Oh Yasmin, you are adorable, never change!"
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Half an hour later, as Pippa recklessly popped her third paracetamol, Anna wearily pulled into their driveway. Gulping the capsule down with a swig of water, Pippa finally felt as if she was beginning to sober up a little. Nevertheless, the curvaceous blonde was still remarkably hyper, to say the very least. "Since it was clearly all your fault that we got chased out the wedding", she shrilled, "I deserve to have my shower first. Plus, if it wasn't for me, we'd still be stuck in the quagmire that you carelessly drove us into", she bickered, half-jokingly. "No chance! The food fight was your idea, if you remember. Plus, I drove us home and I'm far messier", replied a shivering Anna, as she took her car out of gear. "Yeah, but you've already had a bath, in the pond, remember", Pippa teased, as she leant her head onto Anna's shoulder. The brunette turned around and kissed her girlfriend on the top of her head before adding, "True, but I'm now covered in pond muck. I want a shower, I'm desperate." Pippa then removed Anna's pirate hat and poured the remaining half a bottle of water over Anna's head. "There you go, problem solved! Satisfied?" Pippa teased, as water trickled down over Anna's bust. "No, not really", Anna mourned, before shaking her soaking hair all over her girlfriend.

Jumping out the car, Anna noticed that Pippa had carelessly left the garden hose out on the front lawn. "I know, how about a little wager?" the brunette suggested. "You can have your shower first if you can spray me with the hose from the other side of the garden." "Wow that sounds like a challenge worth accepting", murmured Pippa, delighted with the opportunity to soak her girlfriend.

Placing her handbag down by the front door, the stunning blonde began to carefully untangle the hose that lay before her. Under the porch, Anna meanwhile puckered her lips and began to pose seductively. Bending forward so that her breasts peaked out of her costume, Anna was surprised by Pippa who sprayed the hose directly into her cleavage. "Hey! No fair. That's not where you're supposed to be standing", complained Anna, whilst pushing out her palms to protect herself from the water. "I thought you wanted to have a shower", Pippa teased, before aiming the hose directly at her forehead. "Right, now make a nice large target for me", the blonde instructed. Pippa then twisted Anna round before bending her over, forwards. Hitching up Anna's skirt, Pippa uncovered her lover's G-string. Her backside in the air, Anna began to wiggle her hips raunchily. "Hey, hold still", Pippa warned, before slapping her girlfriend on the rear.

Pippa then edged slowly backwards towards the front of the drive. Keeping her eyes locked on Anna's backside, she then began to aim the hosepipe. "Get in!" Pippa shrieked as the water splattered against Anna's rear. Pummelling her girlfriend, the blonde joked, "We should certainly do this more often. Now be a good sport and let me have my shower." "No, I don't think so", Anna shot back, from between her legs, before picking up Pippa's handbag. Grabbing her keys, Anna quickly unlocked the front door and darted into their vestibule. Locking the door behind her, Anna just beat the despairing dive of Pippa, who tripped up over the garden hose and collapsed into the row of hyacinths by the lounge window. Standing in the vestibule, Anna cheekily waved Pippa's keys at her through the glass pane, before turning to enter the hallway through the second doorway.

But to the brunette's horror, as she pushed passed the wooden doorframe, a bucket of red gunge fell upon her. Screaming as the glutinous slime slid down over her chestnut hair, Anna tripped over the fallen bucket. Her bust awash with red gunge, Anna at least had the consolation that Pippa's dress was caught in the bushes. Desperately trying to untangle herself, Pippa babbled, "Now, that's why you should always lock both doorways." "Pardon? What did you say? Do you want to stay out there all evening?" Anna joked, pretending to mishear. "No! Help me!" Pippa replied, as she continued to untwine her dress from the bushes. "What, you want me to have my shower first? Of course, I will darling", Anna continued, much to Pippa's frustration.

Disappearing inside, instead of heading straight upstairs to the bathroom, Anna made a swift detour into the kitchen. Kicking off her shoes, she removed a chocolate fudge cake from the pantry before spraying it with an extremely generous layer of whipped cream. Still able to hear Pippa shout despairingly from the front garden, Anna planned to surprise the blonde by smashing the cake into her pretty little face as she opened the front door. But then, Anna noticed a bucket of thick, lumpy blue gunge, hiding beneath the kitchen table. Checking up on Pippa, she saw that she had finally untangled her dress from the bushes. As Pippa banged furiously on the front door, Anna mockingly closed the vestibule door in tantalisingly slow motion instead.

Now hidden from Pippa's view, Anna picked up the bucket of gunge and carefully tiptoed up the staircase. Gleefully eyeing the landing window above the front door, she then triumphantly swung it wide open. "Gotcha!" Anna cried, as she began to pour the bucket of gunge out onto the garden.

But to Anna's utter bemusement, she failed to hear Pippa yelp in discombobulation. Thoroughly confused, she leant forwards and peered out the window. A puddle of blue slime began to pool in the space previously occupied by her girlfriend. But where was Pippa? Pausing to scan the garden, the brunette called out, "Come on, I know you're out there. Don't be a wuss Pippa."

Then, moments later, Anna felt her G-string being pulled down to her ankles. Turning around in surprise, the brunette was shocked by the sheer force of the chocolate fudge cake exploding against her forehead. "Surprise!" bellowed Pippa. "Turns out we left the lounge window open all day. We could have been burgled, so I thought I had better teach you a lesson. Though, of course the only thing worth stealing in this entire house is your cute little bum, isn't it dear?" Pippa joked, as she threw Anna's G-string out of the window. Pippa then ground whatever was left of the fudge cake against Anna's naked behind before kissing her lips tenderly.

Reaching behind her girlfriend's back, Pippa added, "Right, if you're going to have your shower first, I'd better help undress you." Pippa then helped pull the pirate costume up over Anna's shoulders before once again throwing it out of the window. Peering down onto the garden, Anna asked, "What did you do that for?" before realising that Pippa had been trying to distract her.

For no sooner had Anna turned her back, then Pippa had barged passed her. Running into the bathroom, Pippa cried, "You lose, loser", before locking the door behind her. Wearing nothing but her long, black, velvet gloves, Anna banged on the doorframe, crying, "You absolute rotter!" Turning around, the semi-naked brunette spied her satin night robe hanging on a peg in her bedroom. Feeling chilly, she considered covering herself up, but decided that her robe was far too expensive. It wasn't worth smearing it in muck, just to avoid a few Goosebumps.

Wanting her revenge, Anna, still naked, ran down into the kitchen. Fuelled with adrenaline, she began to fill the bucket with absolutely anything. Whilst Pippa showered in blissful ignorance, Anna mixed together three bottle of semi skimmed milk, two cartons of orange juice, three cartoons of custard, four tins of tomato soup and a large bottle of ranch sauce, together inside the bucket. Then, spying a key lime pie in the fridge, Anna sprayed another copious layer of whipped cream all over it. Carefully carrying the bucket and pie upstairs, Anna waited outside the bathroom door, ready to gain her vengeance.

Spying the night robe once again, Anna began to have second thoughts. It really was beginning to get chilly. But then, what if the very moment she went to fetch the robe, Pippa walked out of the bathroom? Anna wouldn't dare miss the opportunity to slime her beautiful girlfriend, so she decided to grin and bear it.

With the key lime pie in one hand, Anna flicked a layer of whipped cream up in her velvet covered gloves. Sucking the cream off her fingers, Anna began to lose herself in a reverie about sploshing her girlfriend. Then, suddenly, Anna spotted two familiar figures walk passed her front garden. To her utter horror, she realised that they were Effie and Yasmin. Then, unbelievably, Effie glanced up at her through the open landing window. Rattled, Anna held the key lime pie to her crotch before swiftly closing the curtains.

Blushing intensely, Anna began to ponder just why Yasmin and Effie were visiting Richard. For a start, she didn't know that Yasmin or Effie knew each other, they were in different years at school, weren't they? Secondly, Molly was away this weekend, they had no need to visit just Richard. Looking down at her chest, Anna realised that in her panic, she had coated her left breast in a generous layer of whipped cream. Flicking the cream off her chest with her ring finger, Anna was mightily relieved to hear the faint click of the bathroom door unlocking.
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Arriving at the bus stop for the number four, Effie was mortified to find that the driver refused her permission to enter his precious vehicle. Just like Brooke had predicted, she was too muddy to be allowed entry. Her desperate complaints falling on deaf ears, the brunette began to forlornly walk back towards Brooke and Isla. Cursing herself, Effie hoped that they would forgive her. But then, to her great surprise, an extremely damp Yasmin pulled over in her blue Dacia Sandero.

"Hi, there. You look like you're in a spot of bother, would you like any assistance?" Yasmin asked, as she wound down her car window. "Oh, great! I don't suppose you could give me a lift home, could you?" Effie asked, unable to believe that her luck was turning. "Sure thing, hop in. I'm Yasmin by the way. I was in the year below you at school. Do you remember me?" the blonde chirruped, cheerfully. "Yeah, you're right. I thought I recognised you. You're one of Taylor's friends, aren't you? I'm Effie", the brunette replied as she swung open the front passenger door of the Sandero.

Continuing, Effie added, "Yasmin, you're a star! As you can see, I've been a bit down on my luck lately." Eyeing Yasmin up and down, Effie swiftly admitted, "Though, by the look of things, your day hasn't gone too swimmingly either." "Tell me about it", Yasmin sighed, before laying an almightily damp towel down over the front passenger seat and directing Effie to jump in with her. Once inside, Effie began to give Yasmin Richard's address, before sliding into polite small talk as they reminisced about their school days.

To Effie's utter surprise, Yasmin had mentioned that she'd run into Miss Lucey and Miss Young earlier in the day. The precise nature of their meeting remained unclear, but Effie surmised it must have something to do with Yasmin being thoroughly soaking. The moment, Yasmin mentioned that Miss Lucey drove a red Ford Fiesta, Effie realised that her initial suspicions had been correct. It had been her former PE teacher who had soaked her and now she wanted her revenge.

Wanting to keep her visit a surprise, Effie insisted that they park a couple of houses away. Richard had asked her to come around earlier, but she'd already promised to help Isla out and had declined, much to her now deep regret. Of course, if she'd known that Molly was going to be away, she would have made her excuses to Isla and weaselled out of helping her. But hindsight is a wonderful thing and now Effie was determined to make up for it.

Effie had been round to Molly and Richard's numerous times, but only ever under the pretext of visiting Molly. Furthermore, she'd never been around without Isla. Meeting up with Richard, whilst sneaking behind everyone's backs had proven to be extremely difficult. Today would be their first real opportunity to relax safe in the knowledge that they weren't going to be walked in on. Normarily, they had to meet up together at Effie's. Her older brother was so preoccupied with his new girlfriend that he somehow failed to notice. For surely, if he had, he would have vigorously objected to one of his best friends bedding his sister repeatedly.

Spotting Richard's car in his driveway, Effie breathed a sigh of relief: he was, at least at home, her journey hadn't been wasted. But then, to her horror, she spotted something familiar, in the driveway to the house next door: Miss Lucey's mud-spattered Ford Fiesta! Effie couldn't believe it. Why had Richard never told her that he lived next door to their former teachers? Yasmin curiously, on the other hand, didn't even seem to notice the coincidence.

Feeling nosey, Effie glanced upwards to look through her former teachers' open windows. What she spotted made her skin crawl. Standing there, wearing nothing but long black velvet gloves, was the ghastly Miss Lucey! Horrified, Effie turned her head, but ever curious, looked again, just to make sure that her eyes didn't deceive her. Suddenly, Effie sensed that Anna had seen her. Panicking, Effie turned around, and in an attempt to hide her face, began to snog Yasmin passionately. Drawing the blonde teenager to her chest, Effie could feel the youngster's heart beat against her breasts. Slapping the youngster playfully on the bum, Effie then drew away and glanced back upwards, only to see drawn curtains.

"Goodness me, what was that for?" asked a rather befuddled Yasmin as she wiped her lips dry in utter bewilderment. "Sorry, I thought I saw an ex", Effie lied, "I was just trying to make them feel jealous." "Erm, okay", Yasmin replied, before adding, "Still, that was a strange way of gaining your revenge. Don't most guys dream about seeing two pretty girls kiss each other? Effie looked at Yasmin incredulously, before replying, "How do you know I'm not a lesbian?" "Oh, the whole school would have known, trust me!" Yasmin joked, almost immediately. The young blonde then glanced down at her mud spattered top. "Look, I don't suppose you could return me the favour? Could you let me quickly use your shower? I've just quit my job and I can barely afford any hot water! I'm broke and could really do with relaxing under a warm shower." Feeling sorry for the girl, Effie didn't have the heart to refuse her. But how could she square this with Richard? Unless she was going to be invited in for a threesome, which she wasn't, he wouldn't want her to delay their evening. Thus, Effie couldn't think of a reasonable excuse and so replied, "Absolutely, you're always welcome."

Wanting to reach the safety of Richard's house before anyone else saw them, Effie cut the corner of Richard's front lawn and began to sprint towards the doorway. Beckoning Yasmin inside, Effie noticed Yasmin's reticence to follow her. Pausing, the brunette turned around and enquired, "Come on, what on earth's the matter? Look, don't be such a scaredy-cat. I promise I won't kiss you again, if that's what concerns you." "No, no, it was quite fun actually. It's just" Yasmin began as she tentatively took a couple of steps forward. Walking slowly backwards, Effie interrupted, "Oh come onaargh!" as she was blasted by a cool jet of water. Unbeknownst to the brunette, a sprinkler whirled around and sprayed water all the way down the back of her dress, startling her.

Turning around to face her attacker, Effie was hit by an even fiercer surge to her forehead. Spluttering, she called out, "Yasmin, help! Help me!" Thinking outside the box, Yasmin ran over to the compost bin and threw Effie the detachable lid, thinking that she could use it like a shield. But distracted by the sheer force of the water, poor Effie was ill prepared. Struggling to remain upright on the slippery grass, Effie was caught off guard by the lid, which knocked her to the ground as it struck her midriff. Utterly helpless, the brunette was now easy prey for the sprinkler, which shot a jet of freezing cold water at her cheeks, from point blank range.

Yasmin meanwhile, managed to evade the sprinkler by taking a few steps to her left. Then, suddenly, the blonde teenager screamed in horror as a second sprinkler activated beneath her feet. Without warning, a torrent of water burst upwards, directly underneath her, splattering against her pink knickers and the inside of her legs. Shrieking, Yasmin was helpless as the blast of the water pushed her skirt up around her thighs, exposing her already sodden underwear to the street. "Turn it off, turn it off!" Yasmin screamed as Effie tried to shield her face from the sprinkler. Desperately trying to switch it off, Effie scrambled onto her hands and knees before bellowing, "I can't! I don't know how! It's impossible, believe me!"

Ever suspicious of Effie's continued ineptitude, Yasmin took another three steps to her left. Breathing a sigh of relief momentarily, Yasmin soon realised that she was now trapped between the sprinkler and the hedge. As the second sprinkler continued to rain down upon Yasmin, Effie crawled away from the first. Finally clambering up to her feet, Effie began to wring her sodden hair. Then, to Yasmin's upmost confusion, the brunette rang the front door bell. Why, did Effie not have a key to her own home? This was all very confusing. But Yasmin's suspicions would have to wait as she slipped backwards against the hedge and fell to her knees exhausted. Defeated, the surge of the water now slapped against her chest and Effie wasn't doing anything to come to her aid. Sensing Yasmin's unease, Effie lied, "I can't believe it. I've lost my keys. Luckily Richard's home though."

Upstairs, twenty-two-year-old, six-foot tall Richard threw his dumb bells down in deep annoyance upon hearing his doorbell ring for the fifth time already that day. Scratching his thick brown stubble, he quickly eased down his shorts before hopping into a pair of ripped jeans. Changing his sweaty gym t-shirt for a red rugby jersey, the events manager hurriedly bounded down the stairs. Heavy handed as he swung open the front door, Richard snarled, "Finally, revenge!" before spraying Effie head to toe with a foam fire extinguisher. Obliterating the teenage brunette with the constant jet of foam, it took Richard over ten seconds before he realised that he'd made a mistake. "Wait, you're notEffie, is that you? Oh God, Effie!" he stammered, before dropping the extinguisher onto a shoe rack, causing it to collapse around his feet. Shrieking, Effie scampered back towards the nearest garden sprinkler to wash away all the foam. But blinded, the brunette tripped over the sprinkler and crashed head first into the open compost bin instead.

Disappearing into the pile of grass clippings, fruit and vegetable peel and coffee grounds, only Effie's ankles were left visible as they thrashed wildly above the surface of the garden waste. "Effie! Hold still, I'll be right there", Richard shouted before running straight through the sprinkler and coming to her aid. Pulling her out by her ankles, Richard lifted the brunette clear of the bin. Boy, oh boy, did Effie look a mess. Soil, leaves and grass were plastered against her wet skin. Carrot peel adorned her rosy cheeks and three egg shells were tangled in her hair. Reaching inside her bra, Effie swiftly removed a tea bag and threw it at Richard's face. Emptying soil out of her knickers, Effie growled, "Rich, explain yourself, straightaway."

Horrified, Richard gasped, "Oh Effie, what are you doing here? I thought you were someone else." Wiping grass cuttings from her eyes, Effie hurriedly brought her finger to her lips. "Keep your voice down", she whispered, before tipping her head in Yasmin's direction, who still lay kneeling under the bombardment of the second sprinkler, by the hedge.

Taking care to modify his speech, Richard continued, "I thought you were one of the nuisance callers", he began, whilst Effie secretly mouthed to him what he should say next. "You forgot your keys again, didn't you?" Rich added, before Effie swiftly replied, "I know, I'm such a forgetful klutz. It's so typical of me." Trying to hide his confusion, Richard asked, "Who's your friend?" "Oh, this is Yasmin. She was in the year below me at school", Effie explained, not actually lying, for once. Taking a closer look at the soaking young blonde, Rich gasped, "Hey, you're Poppy's sister, aren't you? I thought I recognised your face." Grateful for the recognition, Yasmin nodded before continuing to whimper as water sprayed ferociously against her dainty, pretty face. "Oh goodness, the sprinklers! I put them on a timer, I completely forgot", Richard trilled, before darting forwards and thoroughly soaking his rugby jersey and jeans as he switched them both off.

Explaining himself further to Yasmin, Richard continued, "We've been having a lot of nuisance calls lately. Some lout is continuously ringing the doorbell before running away. It's been driving me insane! The fire extinguisher prank was supposed to be my great revenge." Taking a forlorn look at the shivering blonde teenager, Richard glanced towards Effie, who regretfully nodded to imply that she had already invited her in.

Richard then turned towards Effie and wiped foam and soil off her face and chest. Untangling an egg shell from her hair, he then cheekily placed it over her nose, before kissing her on her lips. Embracing, the young couple pressed their chests together, causing foam to spurt out Effie's dress and strike her in her face. Cheering up, Yasmin sweetly giggled at the poor brunette' expense. Grinning at Richard, Yasmin then shyly brushed her sandy hair, back off her pretty face. Fearing that Yasmin was flirting with Richard, Effie turned to him and asked "Have you got any more surprises?" "Oh yes, plenty. Just inside the doorway pet", Richard replied, completely oblivious to Effie's jealous rage.

"Great", Effie replied, before marching inside, picking up a bucket of purple gunge and emptying it over the unsuspecting Yasmin. Spluttering as the violet slime slid down her top, Yasmin was helpless as Effie placed the empty bucket over her head. Then, whispering to Richard, Effie confided, "She rescued me after I had a fight with Isla and Brooke. She needs to use the shower, and after your little stunt there, we can hardly turn her away." Pausing for a moment, Effie added, "Don't worry, she doesn't know about Molly, trust me." "Good, let's keep it that way", Richard shot back, just as Yasmin finally managed to knock the blue bucket off of her head.

"I guess I deserved that", Yasmin giggled as she flicked gunge out of her left ear. The youngster then peeled her cami top away from her midriff to allow the purple slime to seep into the ground and not stain Richard's floorboards when she walked in. Her ingenuity however provided Richard with a quick glance of her small bosom, but Effie caught him staring and he turned his head away in shame. Trying to regain Richard's affections, Effie demanded, "Well are you just going to stand there or kiss me?" Taking the hint, Richard took her in his arms and embraced her as she wiped a thick layer of grass cuttings onto his chest. Planting her arms around Richard's shoulders, she squeezed herself up against his pecs. Richard responded by kissing Effie tenderly, before sliding his hands down to her backside. Wiping her messy dress against his jeans, Effie cooed, "Don't just stand there Yasmin, come in." Mesmerized by the young couple's embrace, Yasmin suddenly awoke from her daze and skipped into the wooden hallway. Slipping off her shoes, Yasmin began to soak up her surroundings as Effie invited her into the kitchen, under the pretence of having a warm cup of tea.

As Richard brushed passed Yasmin, rubbing his hip up against her skirt, he accidentally knocked open the door to the living room, giving the blonde a perfect view of everything that he intended to remain unseen. Noticing that Yasmin was being overly nosey, Effie suddenly bolted passed her, realising that there were photos of Richard and Molly together, on top of the mantelpiece, by the TV. Squinting as purple slime continued to dribble down her cheeks, Yasmin, increasingly suspicious, noticed that something just didn't fit. Longing to take a step forward, she grimaced as slime continued to dribble down between her legs. Worrying about making a mess, Yasmin froze, only for Effie to surprise her with a banana cream pie, which she slammed against her exquisitely pretty face.

Taking his opportunity, Richard ran into the lounge and hid all of the photos of Molly before Yasmin could see. Trying to dream up an excuse for pieing her, Effie gushed, "It's awfully rude of you to refuse a cup of tea!" Wanting to get rid of her as quickly as possible, Effie then wrapped her arms around Yasmin's waist. "Right, how about that nice warm shower", Effie suggested, as she led the young blonde up the stairs. Leading Yasmin into the bathroom, Effie took a moment to find her a clean towel before watching the young girl undress. Nervously, Yasmin took off her cami top and eased her polka dot skirt back down her legs. Wearing nothing but her light pink underwear, Yasmin asked, "Could you show me how the shower works? It would save me having to guess."

Jealously staring at the nubile youngster, Effie panicked. She'd never had a shower at Richard's before, if she pulled the wrong lever, she'd look like a right idiot, at best. Glumly, stepping into the bath, Effie pulled the larger lever to the right, and her biggest fear was soon proved correct. Effie whimpered as a freezing downpour of sub-zero water drenched her from up above her head. As the constant jet of water effortlessly bounced over her chestnut hair, Effie turned to Yasmin and squealed, "The larger lever turns it on, the smaller controls the temperature", before clumsily resetting the levers to the off position and sliding out of the bath. Unable to look Yasmin in the eye, Effie added, "I'll be back with some clean clothes in a minute", before disappearing off to the relative safety of downstairs.

Returning to Richard, who sat waiting for her in the kitchen, Effie began, "Oh how I've missed you. It's been torture having to skulk around everyone's backs for weeks on end. I don't think I can pretend anymore. It's hard enough lying to Yasmin, let alone my friends!" Noticing that Effie was dripping wet, Richard chuckled before replying, "Oh Effie, you poor thing. Come here, pet." Effie then jumped onto his lap and nuzzled her face up against his muscular chest. Continuing, Effie reiterated, "Of course Isla still doesn't suspect a thing, she's completely oblivious as always. But I simply can't keep lying to my best friend. She'll be heart broken when she finds out, and I dread to think how she'll react if she finds out about us from somebody else."

Richard sighed heavily before replying, "You're a star; you know that right? Isla is a fool if she no longer wants to be your friend. Look, it's only two weeks until Molly's birthday and only three weeks until the end of her catering course. You know what Molly's like. When she finds out us, she'll justifiably fly into a sadistic rage. I can't risk her self-sabotaging her own career, so close to the end. I can't let her throw away three years of hard work. It would be unnecessarily cruel to push her over the edge. It's hard enough with that girl you've brought back with you. I know you couldn't avoid it, but you could have at least given me a warning first." Squeezing Effie's chest against his own, he continued, "I promise, the moment Molly finishes her course, I'll tell her the truth, I swear. You're the one I want, nobody else."

Somewhat placated, Effie rubbed her coffee stained nose up against his neck. Smiling coyly, she jumped up and then began to peel off her dress. Catching Richard's greedy eyes fall upon her, Effie exclaimed, "Now, now Richard, be patient. The moment I'm clean, the moment we can both fully undress." Richard then eyed the brunette up from her toes to her cheeks. Dressed in just her lingerie she looked sublime, despite the soil and grass clinging to her chest. Finally noticing her pussycat panties, he exclaimed, "Wow! The knickers I bought you look amazing. I was worried that you'd think they were too silly to wear." Stepping forward to embrace her, Richard felt both his hands slapped away. Shaking her head, Effie rasped, "If I can be patient for two months for you to break up with Molly, you can wait one hour for me to get clean. Trust me, it'll be worth the wait!"

Effie then glided over to the sink and began to boil the kettle to make herself a cup of tea. Swaying her hips as she danced, she began, "You never told me that Miss Young and Miss Lucey lived next door! Why did you keep that a secret from me?" "What? Didn't you know? I never realised, otherwise I would have told you straight away. That's why Gabe and Barney love coming around here, they both think it's great!" Richard replied, genuinely amazed. Watching Effie flick her hair off her chest, Richard continued, "Yeah, it's really weird though, I try to stay out of their way. I don't think Pippa likes Molly very much, you see." "Wow, you're on first name terms! That's so strange", enthused Effie as she attentively listened away. Continuing, Richard confided, "I guess I thought that Molly would have told you, but then again she likes to completely ignore them, what with not approving of their silly fantasies and kinky role plays. As neighbours we see and hear almost everything, much to Molly's understandable dismay. As you know, they love sploshing each other and Molly simply can't stand mess. She thinks they're immature, but she's just a big spoil sport; Pippa and Anna are ace!"

Listening to the last sentence, Effie's smile suddenly drained from her face. Jealously sensing that Richard knew far too much about his neighbours, Effie opened up to her soon to be boyfriend instead. "You know, I think Yasmin spotted them playing out one of their fantasies earlier today. Their car got stuck in mud out on one of the country roads, and she kindly helped them to push it free. Furthermore, I'm pretty certain that they purposely sped through a puddle, when they drove past Isla's broken-down van, specifically just to splash me!"

"That sounds like them, always up to mischief", Richard cooed, not sensing Effie's sense of loathing and dismay. Continuing to tease, Richard added, "If I was in their position, I'm sure I would be tempted to splash you too. You look ever so gorgeous when you're all wet." Still fretting, Effie pondered, "Hey, do you think they suspect anything, about you and me?" "Why would they, unless they saw you come over here, which they didn't did they?" Richard responded, starting off confidently before sliding into genuine unease. "Erm, I'm not sure", Effie squealed, before adding, "Maybe, though I don't think they could tell it was me. I mean, I was with Yasmin anyway."

Disgruntled, Richard stood up and crept over towards the fridge. Rummaging inside the bottom shelf, Richard lamented, "Don't worry, I'm sure they didn't see anything. But, just to make sure, you'd better wear a disguise, just in case." Then, without warning, Richard slapped a caramel cream pie into Effie's bewitching face. Then, before she could even respond, Richard emptied an entire carton of custard over her hair. Snickering, Richard goaded, "Wow, you look just like Molly now, what with your glorious blonde hair." He then paused for a moment, before adding, "Saying that, I do prefer you as a brunette", and pouring chocolate milkshake over her head. Shrieking, Effie scrapped the caramel and custard away from her eyes and flung it a handful back at Richard, striking him straight in the chest. Sulking, Effie pouted, before exclaiming, "Oh drat, I forgot about Yasmin, I'll be back in a minute." Kissing Richard on the lips, she threw on her dress and hurried back up the upstairs.

Yasmin meanwhile was indulgently enjoying her first warm, relaxing shower in almost a month. Taking full advantage of Effie's begrudging hospitality, the blonde savoured the priceless opportunity to soak herself under the soothing, toasty flow. Finally, she could douse her aching joints with hot water, without having to worry about her irksome boiler packing in. Unwilling to use either of the soiled, grimy sponges to scrub herself down, Yasmin serenely rubbed the rosewater shower gel all over her blossoming chest. Then, after smearing the gel over her thighs, the teenager dislodged a piece of pie crust from her navel, before staring at her beguiling reflection in the white tiled wall as she rinsed herself clean. Sucking in her stomach, Yasmin traced her left hand over her bewitching curves. For the first time in years, the pretty blonde was beginning to feel comfortable in her own silky skin. She wasn't sexy like her sister, for she had too flat a chest. But her youth emphasised her winsome charm and her effortless grace. Furthermore, despite her short stature, she had wondrous, alluringly eye-catching legs. Turning to face the flow of the shower, Yasmin allowed the ferocious jet of water to strike directly across her chest.

Then, whilst dislodging a fleck of dried mud from behind her right ear, Yasmin screamed as the incessant stream of the shower suddenly turned to freezing. But, her nubile body still smothered in shower gel, the teenager had no option but to continue to rinse herself clean. Figuring that Effie must be running a tap downstairs, Yasmin carefully lowered one limb after another under the cold, daunting stream.

Cupping her hands under the shower, the teenager then flicked her palms back towards her chest. Resisting the temptation to curse in shock as she splashed the cold water against her breasts, Yasmin began to regret imposing herself on Effie, who she suddenly realised had had quite a traumatic day herself. No doubt Effie would have preferred to be relaxing in a luxuriously warm bath right now, and yet the mercurial brunette had charitably allowed her nosey, selfish guest to waste all the hot water upon herself. Yes, Effie was acting weirdly, and frankly couldn't be trusted, but aren't we all strange in our many unique little ways?

Fortunately, however, after another thirty seconds, the warm water soon returned. Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, the teenager gladly stepped back under the soothing warm shower and began to lather her flowing, sandy hair once again. Losing herself in the moment, Yasmin stood motionless for almost two minutes until she was suddenly awoken from her slumber by her bickering hosts carelessly raising their voices to one another downstairs.

Listening intently to the squabbling twosome, Yasmin heard one word repeated again and again. Molly! Who was Molly? She thought she recognised the name. Soon enough, it all became clear. Fervently, liken a sleuth, Yasmin began to piece together all the peculiar, idiosyncratic moments that had made the young teen ever increasingly suspicious. For starters, Effie, didn't seem to have a key to her house, nor did she know how to turn off her sprinklers, or even demonstrate how her own shower worked. She didn't know where she stored her towels and seemed determined to keep Yasmin out of her lounge, whilst providing only the flimsiest of excuse. Furthermore, she continuously whispered to Richard, whenever she was almost out of ear shot. Finally, it dawned on Yasmin what was happening, Effie and Richard were having an affair! Brushing her hands down her hips one final time, Yasmin gingerly stepped out of the shower, before hurriedly wrapping a towel around her pounding chest. Noting that Effie had not yet brought her any clean clothes, Yasmin darted out onto the landing, determined to further investigate the deceptive brunette.

Searching for the master bedroom, Yasmin stumbled upon the airing cupboard, which was mysteriously overflowing with a spectacular array of shaving cream pies and buckets of gunge. Scanning the assortment of messy delights, Yasmin pondered whether Richard surely hadn't gone to all that trouble, just to get his own back on some punk ringing his doorbell. For a start, why would he store all his messy weapons upstairs? It just didn't seem to make any sense. Shutting the door carefully behind her, Yasmin opened the next door to her left. Stepping inside the master bedroom, Yasmin's eyes immediately fell upon a photo of Molly and Richard kissing one another by a lake. Taking a step further inside to investigate, Yasmin was surprised by Effie, who threateningly bellowed, "Now, stop there!"

Frozen to the spot, Yasmin didn't dare move or say a word. Feeling ignored, Effie repeated her warning, chiding, "What are you doing in here?" Unable to use the excuse of looking for the toilet, Yasmin stammered, "I was looking for a hair dryer, I'm sorry, I should have asked you first." Unsure of whether to believe her, Effie retorted, "Why would it be in here?" "Turning round, Yasmin stuttered, "I always keep mine in my bedroom, don't you?" Feeling terrible for being so aggressive, Effie let her guard down momentarily. Sensing that Yasmin was genuinely welling up, she decided that the young blonde truly meant her no harm or disgrace. "I'm sorry Yasmin, I didn't mean to be so caustic; it's just been a very, very, very long day." Forgetting that she wasn't in her own home, Effie added, "Sometimes, I find that I leave it in the airing cupboard, by mistake." "No worries, I shouldn't have been so rude and rushed in. But, could I borrow it please?" Yasmin pleaded, keen to make amends. "Oh, alright, I'll just check the airing" Effie began, before realising her error, far, far too late. Which door led to the airing cupboard? Did Richard even have one? How could she worm her way out of this?

Ponderously guessing, Effie opened the first door to her right. Sadly, for the brunette however, it led straight into the spare bedroom instead. "Oh, um" Effie began, before Yasmin sighed and quipped,
"Effie you've been lying to me. There's no need to keep up the pretence. I know you don't live here. I know you're not Richard's girlfriend. You don't know where anything is!" "What are you on about, of course I do", Effie replied, unconvincingly, before adding, "I'm just tired, that's it." "Come on Effie, you're better than this. The proof is right here", Yasmin chided as she pointed to the photo of Molly and Richard on the dressing room table. Thoroughly on the back foot, Effie stumbled and stuttered over her reply. "Hey, look, you wouldn't understand, I am Richard's girlfriend, I swear." Unsurprisingly, Yasmin remained steadfast and unconvinced. "Erm, I don't want to sound haughty and dismissive, but I doubt Molly would agree." Sensing Effie was about to crumble, the sensitive blonde took a step back from humiliating the demure brunette. Standing timidly, like Yasmin moments before, Effie was on the verge of tears.

Unused to having the upper hand, Yasmin suggested, "Look, I know it's none of my business, but why don't we play a little game? If I win, you must tell me everything. I don't mean to be presumptuous, but it would do you good to finally come clean. But, if you win, I'll forget that today ever happened, and I'll never bother you again." Effie sighed, she felt like offloading all her troubles, especially since she couldn't breathe a single word to Isla, her lifelong best friend. But she barely knew Yasmin, could she trust her to keep her secret? Yasmin had already surprised her quite a few times already today.

Deciding to reassert herself over the younger teenager, the brunette lied, "Look, I've nothing to hide. But I'm certainly intrigued, so count me in." Nodding in delight, Yasmin responded, "Great! Now how about I ask you a series of questions about 'your house.' Since you claim to live here, you should have no trouble answering them one tiny bit. So how about we add a level of jeopardy to spice up the game?" Listening intently, Effie grumbled to herself. She was backed into a corner, she couldn't pull out now, without losing face. She'd only been to Richard's about seven times, there were a couple of rooms that she'd never even stepped inside herself. But then again, Yasmin had only been here half an hour, what could she possibly know about Richard's place? "Yeah, sure, why not", Effie responded, somewhat tentatively, whilst putting on a brave face.

"Excellent", purred Yasmin. "Now, during my little snoop around I have to admit I stumbled across the airing cupboard myself. There was no hair dryer in sight, but instead I discovered a box of messy delights, like that bucket of gunge that you earlier threw over my head. How about every time you get a question wrong, you get a bucket or a pie thrown at your face?" Effie rolled her eyes. What was Richard planning to do with all that mess? Her body already awash with custard, Effie thought that she didn't have anything left to lose and so negotiated the terms of the game. "Alright, but if I get a question correct you must take the messy punishment instead." "Oh, okay", Yasmin gulped, having patently not thought her messy punishment idea through very well.

Nevertheless, Yasmin instructed Effie to help her carry a selection of pies and buckets of slime into the bathroom. Slapping the brunette on her cute derriere, Yasmin directed Effie to hop into the bath so that they could begin straightaway. Smirking as she watched Effie nervously sit down, Yasmin finally noticed the streaks of custard and chocolate milk shake in her chestnut hair. Enjoying her superiority, the blonde crowed, "I don't know what you and Richard got up to, but I think it's only fair that you start our game clean. There'd be no fun in sliming you otherwise. Now stand up Effie please." Nervously, Effie raised herself up to her feet. Yasmin then climbed into the bath, turned the shower lever to cold and aimed it straight at Effie's hair. The brunette screamed as the freezing water blasted against her fringe, before being muted as Yasmin turned the shower head towards her cheeks. The blonde then opened up the front of Effie's dress, before aiming the nozzle down over her breasts. Yasmin then twirled Effie around by her waist and lifted up the back of her dress. With great gusto, Yasmin blasted the shower head at Effie's backside at point blank range. To finish, Yasmin peeled back Effie's panties and aimed the nozzle inside the brunette's sodden knickers. Thinking to herself, as she stared at Effie's curvaceous bare backside, Yasmin absentmindedly brushed away a leaf that was sticking to her cute rear.

Turning off the shower, Yasmin suggested, "Why don't we play best of five?" before snapping the brunette's knickers back up against her thighs. Once Yasmin had jumped out of the bath, Effie peeled her knickers back again, to allow the excess water to escape. Nodding at Yasmin's suggestion, Effie sat back down, more determined than ever to defeat her cocky guest. Glancing anxiously towards the buckets of gunge to her left, Effie waited patiently as Yasmin suddenly dashed away.

Ten seconds later, Yasmin returned carrying a pink iPad. "Right first question. What's your password?" the blonde demanded, before thrusting the iPad into Effie's sweaty palms. Effie deliberated protesting that it was Richard's, but thought better of it, since it was pink. Cackling, Yasmin continued, "I'll give you three guesses. For every one you get wrong, I'll tip a bucket of gunge over your head. Effie sighed, she didn't have a clue. But at least she had a one in a thousand chance, which was better than nothing, she supposed. Pretending to act all confident, Effie typed in 3278. Unsurprisingly, the code was incorrect. Putting the iPad safely out of harm's way, Effie lied, "I think my hand slipped", before digging her face into her chest. "Hey now, look up", Yasmin demanded as she raised the first bucket over Effie's delightful head. Galled, Effie pointed her face towards the ceiling. Yasmin then steadily poured the pink slime over her fringe and face, making sure to cover every single inch.

Once finished, Yasmin handed the iPad back to Effie who had to lean back to avoid dripping gunge onto Molly's equipment. Effie then wracked her brain before typing 6713. Once again, she was incorrect. Greedily picking up the second bucket, Yasmin barely gave Effie enough time to put down the iPad, before throwing the slime over Effie's face and chest. Startling the brunette, the dark blue gunge smacked against her cheeks and ebbed down inside her yellow dress. Feeling the tepid slime wash down over her breasts, Effie spluttered, "Richard must have changed it yesterday, this game is unfair." But her protests fell on deaf ears, so for her final attempt, Effie guessed 9968. The iPad flickered for a moment, before once again rejecting her guess. Victorious, Yasmin took hold of Effie's chestnut hair, before plunging her face deep inside the bucket of purple slime. Holding Effie under for over five seconds, Yasmin rubbed Effie's nose up against the side of the bucket, before kindly loosening her grip. Coming up for air, Effie was then surprised by Yasmin, who poured what remained of the bucket over her head.

Standing back to admire her triumph, Yasmin yelped, "Well, that's clearly one nil to me. The next punishment will be buckets of thick, creamy porridge and crushed blueberries. So, second question, what is the make of your TV?" Effie paused for a moment, she'd watched the television a couple of times at Richard's before, so though she wasn't sure, she was fairly confident, because just how many different makes and models could there be? After a moment's contemplation, Effie answered, "It's a Sony, obviously." Yasmin smiled, before gleefully announcing, "Nope, it's a Panasonic, silly." "No, it isn't!" Effie shot back, defensively. Yasmin paused in confusion, she was sure that she was correct. She'd only been in the lounge for a moment, but in that time, she was certain that she saw the make of the TV.

"Erm, no" Yasmin stuttered, before Effie interjected once again. Hatching an ingenious plan, Effie jested, "Oh dear me, it's your word against mine. If you're going to cover me with porridge, I demand proof. Go down and fetch the TV remote and we'll see who is correct." "Oh okay, I'll be back" Yasmin replied, before Effie once again talked over the bashful young teen. "Not so fast. How about we add a level of danger to your quest?" the brunette suggested. Then, without warning, Effie stood up and ripped the sodden towel away from Yasmin's youthful chest.

Yelping, the naked blonde threw her arms across her crotch and breasts. Eyeing the nude teenager up and down, Effie smiled before proclaiming, "If you can find the remote without being caught by Richard, I'll take a doubly messy punishment, if you are, in fact, correct. But fail to get the remote, no matter who is right, you'll take the double punishment instead." Yasmin paused to consider the negotiation. Effie did sound rather confident, perhaps she was right about the TV after all. Nevertheless, it would be even sweeter to take her down a peg. Yet, Yasmin mortified at the prospect of being caught naked by Richard. He was still in the kitchen, as far as she could tell. What if he wanted to watch the TV?

Furthermore, Yasmin worried that Jack, her boyfriend, wouldn't take too kindly to some other guy seeing her completely nude. Heroically, he'd probably challenge the taller, more muscular Richard to a fight and probably end up in Accident and Emergency. However, Yasmin was filled with adrenalin, and high on adventure, and so felt like taking the risk. Pondering, Yasmin replied, "Alright, but I'll need something to swap the remote with. How about your knickers?" Ruefully, Effie scrunched up her nose, before slipping her panties down her legs. Her panties were still soaking from before, so weren't exactly comfortable around her hips. Wrapping them up into a ball, the brunette handed her knickers to her naked adversary, who immediately darted downstairs.

Without a moment's pause, Effie dashed onto the landing and called out to Richard, "Babe, could you find something for us to watch tonight, I'll be down in a couple of minutes." "Alright, I'll go check what's on", came Richard's swift reply, just as Yasmin jumped off the last step of the stairs. Panicking as she ran into the lounge, the naked teenager frantically scanned the room for the remote. Noticing that the television was indeed a Sony, Yasmin sighed and jumped behind the back of the settee. Moments later, Richard, carrying a pint of lager, shuffled into the lounge and turned on the TV. Locating the remote under the TV guide, the tall brunette sighed and sat back onto the sofa. Trapped, Yasmin held her breath as Richard's flicked through the channels obliviously.

Ignoring Effie's request, Richard mumbled to himself, "It doesn't matter what I choose, Effie will just insist on getting her way." Channel hopping, he landed on a rugby match, causing him to murmur, "Oh, great! I'd forgotten about this", before putting the remote down on the armchair of the settee. Shivering, Yasmin bravely crawled out from behind the sofa. Sensing that Richard was fully engrossed with a line out, Yasmin glanced up and tried to pilfer the remote. Reaching up, Yasmin was just about to grasp it when Richard jumped up in excitement, from his seat. Withdrawing her arm in a flash, Yasmin had no time to escape before Richard knocked his pint glass all over her exquisite face. The lager splashing down over her sandy hair, Yasmin swiftly hid back behind the couch, before being seen. Glancing to his right, Richard mumbled, "Oh shit. Molly will kill me. Oh, stuff it, I'll clean it up later", before turning his eyes back to the TV.

Plucking up the courage to have one final attempt, Yasmin, now shivering, flicked her sticky fringe from her face. Crawling out from behind the settee, she noted that one team were barely yards from the try line. With Richard immersed in the game, Yasmin plucked the remote from the arm of the sofa. Sensing that he saw something, Richard lazily glanced to the right before turning his attention back to the match. Yasmin then placed Effie's knickers on the sofa before crawling out of the lounge on her arms and knees. Ascending the stairs by tiptoe, Yasmin looked up to find a disappointed Effie huff and bang her arm against the wall in frustration. Two steps later however, Effie smiled ruefully and screamed. Yelling, Effie exclaimed, "Rich, there's a massive spider! Help me! Help me! Please!"

Startled, Yasmin began to run up the stairs, almost tripping up along the way. Finding Effie blocking her path, the blonde ran straight into the midriff of the pretty brunette. Thankfully however, Richard was too preoccupied with the game to respond straight away. Begrudgingly rising to his feet, he stumbled out into the hallway just as Yasmin pushed passed her determined nemesis. "Alright, where is itwait what happened? Did it pour slime on you too?" he chuckled, upon discovering the thick slime streaming down her face. "Oh, very funny. I had an accident, nothing else. Sorry love, but false alarm, it was just a clump of hair, go back to your game", Effie lied, once again. Then suddenly, Effie yelped as Yasmin, hiding inside the bathroom, lifted up the back of her skirt and smacked a shaving cream pie against her naked rear end. Startled, Effie jumped, much to Richard's perplexity. Sighing, Richard moaned, "Look do you want my help?" Just then, a loud roar boomed from the TV. "Oh great," Richard cursed, "I've missed the try now. Look, don't be long, but in the meantime, I'm watching the end of the game." Turning around, Richard returned to the lounge and sat back down on the settee. Meaning to turn down the volume, he put his hand out, looking for the remote. Instead, picking up Effie's knickers, he jumped up startled, as he felt the panties squelch between his fingers. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, before twisting the panties around in his hand and throwing them into the bin.

Rubbing her backside, Effie turned around and asked, "So then, show me the remote." Forlornly, Yasmin held it out, leading Effie to exclaim, "Yes!" before glancing around slyly and adding, "Well of course, I knew I was correct." Effie then pushed Yasmin into the bath tub, picked up the bucket of porridge and aimed half of it over Yasmin's beautiful face. The thick, slimy porridge slowly cascaded down her forehead and cheeks before plopping down over her chest. Encouraged, Effie then threw the remainder of the bucket over Yasmin's quivering breasts. Squealing in delight, Effie demanded that Yasmin lie on her back in the shallow puddle of gunge pooling within the tub. Squirming as the slime gently rippled against her bare limbs, Yasmin shuddered as Effie poured the bucket of crushed blueberry over her crotch and her breasts.

Thoroughly embarrassed, Yasmin clambered out of the bath and reached for a towel, only to feel her hand slapped away. Shaking her head, Yasmin mused, "Wait here a moment, I'm just going to fetch a few things for the last three rounds of our game." Gingerly stepping out onto the landing, Yasmin felt guilty as the porridge and blueberry dripped off her gorgeous body and onto the carpet by her feet. Poor Molly, no doubt, would have to clean this up, and she was the innocent party in all this. Nevertheless, Yasmin had a game to win. Stepping into the bedroom, Yasmin began to rummage through Molly's wardrobe. Emptying a pair of twist strap heeled sandals out of its shoe box, Yasmin swiped a bottle of Eau du Parfum and hid it in the box instead.

Continuing her search, Yasmin spotted a pair of 'New Look', tan leather, cross strap, knee high boots, which looked rather worse for wear. For instance, the left boot had a small hole just above the heel and the right sole was beginning to wear away. The teenager threw them into a plastic bag and began to search through a chest of drawers to her left. Opening up the middle drawer, Yasmin bravely began to rummage through Richard's boxers and briefs. Hidden under a pile of particularly gruesome briefs, Yasmin found an unopened packet of bras and hid them, alongside a pair of black boxer shorts, inside a second shoe box, before returning to her gloating host.

"Right, the scores one all, so not long now until I win!" Effie boasted as Yasmin stepped back in. Shaking her head, the naked teenager retorted, "No chance, victory will be mine, prepared to be splatted Effie. Loser of the next round gets covered in shaving cream pies. So, get this round wrong Effie and it's off with your dress! Inside this shoe box is your current bottle of Eau de parfum. What is its fragrance and make?" Over confident, Effie almost replied, 'Why J'adore by Dior of course', before remembering that Yasmin was referring to Molly's perfume instead. Wracking her brain, Effie thought she remembered Molly talking about perfume to Isla just last week. She wasn't sure, but she half remembered that Molly loved Yves Saint Laurent. But which fragrance would it be? Effie would have to make an educated guess. "Erm, Black Opium by Yves Saint Laurent", Effie mumbled, as Yasmin opened up the shoe box with suspense. To Effie's great relief, she was unbelievably correct. Jumping out of the bath, she twirled Yasmin round by the arm and slapped her rear end. Yasmin then hopped back into the bath and bravely awaited her fate.

Effie began by shoving a gigantic pie straight into Yasmin's pretty little face. Rubbing the pie around her cheeks, Effie peeled back the paper plate, only to dump a second pie onto the top of her head. Directing the teenager to stand up, Effie then rubbed two more shaving cream pies into her breasts. She then massaged a fourth pie into Yasmin's cute behind before rubbing a fifth pie into her groin, much to the ticklish Yasmin's dismay. Effie then began to rub all the excess shaving cream over the teenager's body, not leaving a single inch of her skin left clean. Picking up the final pie, Effie hesitated, not knowing where to place it, before Yasmin stole it from her grasp and slammed it with great gusto into her heavenly face.

Wiping shaving cream from her eyes, Yasmin bade Effie to sit down on the rim of the bath in her place. "I'll put that down as just a lucky guess", Yasmin surmised before explaining the rules for the fourth game. "Right, the loser of this round has buckets of ketchup and mustard poured over their head. I'm going to ask you to put on a pair of your shoes. Since they are obviously yours, and not Molly's, they should evidently fit. Now, I want you to tell me their size, colour and the shop you bought them from, to win the game. So, to make this a little bit harder, I need you to wear a blindfold as well. Sadly however, I couldn't find a blindfold, so you're going to have to wear this instead!" Without warning, Yasmin pulled Richard's tatty black boxer shorts over Effie's head. "Humph", Effie mumbled as she struggled to breathe over the odious stench of her so-called boyfriend's underwear, which stuck to the shaving cream on her face.

Yasmin meanwhile, decided to tease Effie even further. Sneakily filling the boots with spaghetti hoops, she placed them by the unsuspecting brunette's dainty feet. Slowly, she guided Effie's left foot into the first boot. "Hey! What's this?" Effie cried, as she felt the spaghetti feet squelch against her skin. "What do you mean?" Yasmin joked as she swiftly punished Effie's right foot with the same fate. Wriggling her toes, Effie felt the slimy spaghetti hoop sauce splatter against the balls of her feet. "You know, if these are indeed Molly's, what you've done is pretty mean", Effie cried. "I bet these shoes were expensive." "No not really, they look pretty cheap. Plus, they were already a bit beaten up. I doubt she wears them much anymore, one of them has a hole in it you see." Effie smiled, she had tricked Yasmin into giving her major clue. Effie herself was a size five and these shoes were only slightly larger, so must be a size six. Secondly, they felt like leather, so were probably brown. Then, Yasmin said they looked rather cheap. Knowing Molly as well as she did, there were only a handful of shoe shops that she would visit. "Erm, I think these are brown, size six and from." Effie began before hesitating. Yasmin gulped, she had the first two answers correct. One more and she would win the entire game. "From Clarks, I guess", Effie finished.

"Unlucky!" Yasmin cried as she poured the bucket of ketchup inside the boxer shorts and all over Effie's forehead. "They're from New Look, I'm afraid." Gagging, Effie pulled Richard's pants from off her face. Gasping for air, the brunette was helpless as Yasmin began to pour the mustard down the back of her chestnut hair. Then, Yasmin plucked the boot off Effie's left foot, pulled open the brunette's dress and emptied its contents down over her breasts. Slipping back into the bath, Effie was thus helpless as Yasmin poured the contents of the right boot over her bare, slimy legs.

Once Effie had sat back up, Yasmin began, "Right that makes the score two apiece. Remember, whoever loses the final round gets covered in everything else. So, since the final punishment is a messy one, how about we both clean ourselves up a bit first?" Joining Effie in the bath, Yasmin proceeded to turn on the shower and start to wash herself clean. Standing under the nozzle of the warm water, Yasmin brushed shaving cream from her thighs, before unintentionally splashing water in Effie's face as she sat by her feet.

Once Yasmin was more or less clean, she bade Effie to stand up and, without warning, pulled her yellow dress up over her head. Then, pulling the brunette in towards her, she unhooked her host's bra and threw it to their feet. Yasmin then plucked the shower head from its holster and began to aim the nozzle over Effie's head. Spraying the water over the naked Effie's chest, Yasmin began, "You know what, no matter who wins, I have had fun today." "Me too", admitted Effie as she scraped ketchup from her statuesque legs. Yasmin then put the shower head back in its holster and swapped places with the gorgeous brunette. Then, whilst Effie continued to wash herself down, Yasmin picked up one of the large yellow sponges and began to dab the brunette down across her thighs and legs.

Then, whilst scrubbing Effie's curvy backside, Yasmin continued, "I'm sorry for being mean and catty earlier, despite what it seems, I genuinely think you're great." Continuing to scrub the brunette's back, Yasmin explained, "I don't judge you for whatever is going on between you and Richard. At the end of the day, if he's unhappy with Molly, it's up to him to leave her and move in with you instead. You deserve to be happy, that's the most important thing." "Ah gee, thanks Yasmin", Effie purred before submissively turning around so Yasmin could wipe her breasts clean. As Yasmin began to sponge her cleavage, Effie exclaimed, "That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in ages, I hope we can become friends." Nodding in agreement, Yasmin replied, "Of course Effie", before hugging the brunette intensely, pushing together their naked, quivering chests.

Yasmin then tenderly kissed Effie on the left cheek as the shower continued to pour down, mostly over the brunette. Yasmin then reached behind Effie and turned the shower's temperature to its lowest setting. Holding Effie in place, Yasmin giggled as the freezing cold water gushed down over the unlucky brunette. The two girls then jumped out of the bath and began to towel themselves down. Once dry, Yasmin surveyed the remaining messy punishments. There were five pies, eight eggs, two bags of flour, two jars of strawberry jam, three buckets of gunge and a bucket apiece of nacho cheese sauce and golden syrup. Though she liked Effie, she sincerely hoped that they would end up smothered over the cute brunette instead. Yasmin then wrapped her towel around her youthful chest. Effie was about to do the same when suddenly Yasmin ripped it from her grasp. "Unfortunately, Effie, the last round requires the use of your chest", Yasmin giggled. "Plus, I haven't had enough of looking at you naked, not quite yet!"

Giggling in return, Effie swivelled round and returned to kneeling inside the bath. "For your final challenge, I'm afraid you're going to have to wear Richard's pants once again", cackled Yasmin as she stuffed the boxer shorts back over Effie's head. "All you have to do is tell me the size and colour of the bra that you're about to wear." Effie gulped. She knew that Molly had a slightly bigger chest. But she wasn't all that close to her, so she would still just have to guess. Imagining Molly in her mind, Effie figured that she was probably a 34dd, more or less. As for the colour, she guessed it wouldn't be white, which would be too obvious, unless Yasmin was trying the double bluff, which was possible, knowing exactly what was at stake. Giddily, Yasmin then fastened one of the bras around Effie's chest.

Effie paused for a moment as she felt the thin material close around her chest. Yasmin had sneakily filled the bra cups with egg yolk, which was now squished up against her breasts! Once the initial shock was over, Effie realised that the bra was almost a perfect fit. "Yasmin, where did you find these?" Effie asked, bemused, as egg yolk dribbled down her chest. "In with Richard's pants. Hey, stop trying to trick me", Yasmin cried, before it was almost too late. Effie paused to think. The bra fitted like a dream. If Yasmin found them in with Richard's pants, perhaps they weren't Molly's, but bought as a surprise for her instead. As for the colour, well, she hoped Richard knew her well, otherwise, it would cost her the game.

Clearing her throat, Effie replied, "Now Yasmin, I'm afraid you've made a grave mistake. This bra isn't Molly's but a surprise present for me. Hence, since it's a perfect fit it must be a size 32c. Furthermore, since Richard knows the way to my heart, he'll have bought me a pair in my favourite colour, sky blue. Am I correct?" Effie pulled off the pants and looked down at her chest. She had won, despite the odds, she'd beaten the plucky blonde, who was sheepishly hiding her face in her hands in distress. "Yes, oh yes!" Effie began. "Pour little Yasmin, prepare to be destroyed!" Effie shouted in delight, as egg yolk continued to dribble down over her legs.

Calming down, despite her excitement, Effie paused to wrap a towel around her chest. Sighing, the brunette admitted, "Oh damn it. Yasmin, I admit it, I am sleeping with Richard, your suspicions are correct. I feel dreadful for doing it, I really do. But I love Richard and he loves me. He's going to break up with Molly, but it has to be on our terms, we can't let her find out any other way." Yasmin peaked out from under her palms. "I knew it!" she replied. "Thanks for being honest with me. You know, I thought I recognised Richard the moment I saw him. I think my sister Poppy knew them both when they were in their teens." Effie suddenly had a flash of memory. "Hey, your sister, Poppy, she's that model, isn't she? You're really pretty, why aren't you one too?" "My sister won't let me, she doesn't think it would be good for me, and keeps blocking my way", Yasmin replied forlornly. "Hey, that's mean. If you want to do it, she should do everything she can to help you, no matter what she thinks. Do you know anyone else in the business who could possibly help you instead?" Effie speculated. Yasmin shook her head. "No, not really. I mean, Poppy's main rival Tatiana lives just around the corner. But they hate each other, so I doubt she'd come to my aid."

"Tatiana? Wait, the model with jet black hair?" Effie asked, suddenly animated. Yasmin nodded, before Effie continued, "Hey, I know her! She's housemates with my friend Brooke, who also happens to be a talent agent, by the way. How about I set you up with them?" "I suppose, but like I said, she hates Poppy, so she'll probably refuse to help", Yasmin surmised. "But have you actually asked her? No? Well what's the harm in trying then? I think I have her number somewhere. How about I give her a ring, and when we're done, I'll destroy you with all the remaining mess?" "Okay, I guess", Yasmin replied, a little doubtfully, but secretly tingling with glee.

Effie dashed out of the bathroom and retrieved her phone, which she was charging out on the landing, and gave Tatiana a quick ring. Sitting down on the rim of the bath next to Yasmin, Effie put her left arm around the youngster's shoulders, as they awaited the younger girl's moment of fate.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Tatiana eventually picked up her phone. "Hey Tatiana its Effie here, remember me?" the brunette began. "Erm, yeah, of course, you're Brooke's friend. How can I forget you, after the way we first met?" Tatiana rasped, clearly enjoying an amusing memory that Effie was keen to forget. "Yes, rather, but let's skip over that", Effie replied. Continuing, she added, "Look, I've got a favour to ask. I have a friend who I would like you to meet. She's really pretty and it would be awesome if you could take her under your wing. She wants to be a model and you'd be the perfect chaperone, don't you think? Plus, she needs an agent. Perhaps you could get Brooke to represent her as well?"

Tatiana paused before replying, "Look, Effie, I'd love to, but I'm really busy, I'm in competition for an important contract, I simply haven't the time, I'm afraid. Besides, loads of girls come up to me asking for my help. What's so special about your friend? It's not enough to just be pretty these days." "Well, besides the fact that she's stunning, her older sister is also a model, but doesn't want to help and is blocking her dream", Effie replied. Desperately, Effie continued, "Look, you owe me a favour Tati, please just meet her first, then you can decide either way. Her name's Yasmin and she's ace." Tatiana spluttered upon hearing the blonde teenager's name. "Yasmin? Yasmin? Is your friend Poppy's sister?" "Erm, yes, actually she is. Does that change anything?" asked Effie confused. Gushing, Tatiana replied, "Of course! It changes everything. I'll be delighted to help her become a model. Give me her number, I'll meet her tomorrow morning, if she can make it. I can't wait to begin!"

Effie gave Tatiana Yasmin's number and the raven-haired beauty promised to call Yasmin the next day. But in the meantime, she had to ponder how best to wreak her revenge. For Tatiana hated Poppy, and Poppy hated her even more in return. Not only were they in constant competition for the same contracts, but Tatiana had once also slept with Poppy's now ex. Unsurprisingly, Poppy had never let Tati forget her unfortunate indiscretion, and had made her life a living hell ever since.

But now, Poppy's sweet, chaste younger sister, was being delivered right into her lap. Soon, she would have her under her clutches and potentially have a lot of fun humiliating her along the way. Perhaps she could even turn Yasmin against her sister and they could wreak their revenge against Poppy together, like she dreamed about, every single day. Of course, if all else failed, Yasmin was really pretty and with her help, potentially might actually make it as a model, despite what Poppy might say.

After putting down her phone, Effie turned and kissed Yasmin on the cheek. Blushing, the youngster tried to reciprocate, but catching Effie by surprise, accidentally kissed the brunette on the lips. Wiping her lips, Effie joked, "Right, after that impertinence, it's off with your towel, I'm afraid." Coyly, Yasmin stood up and allowed Effie to uncurl the towel from around her chest. Effie then pinched Yasmin on the bum, before asserting, "Stay here, I'm just going to find some clean clothes to wear."

Leaving the bathroom unlocked, the brunette then swiftly darted into Richard's bedroom, whilst Yasmin began to shyly play with her hair. Picking out one of Richard's old, tatty, red rugby jerseys from the wardrobe, Effie rather carelessly threw it on his king-sized bed. Bending down, Effie rummaged through Richard's chest of drawers before finding the packet of blue knickers that matched the bras found by Yasmin earlier that day. Throwing off her towel, Effie began to open the packaging when suddenly she heard Richard bound up the stairs. "Effie, are you two finished yet? I want to quickly freshen up. We lost the rugby, by the way." Startled, picked up the rugby jersey, and without covering herself up, ran onto the landing, just as Richard reached the top of the stairs. Despite willing Richard to catch Yasmin naked earlier, Effie had changed her mind about the youngster and now had to protect her dignity, whatever may.

"Stop, don't go in there, we're not finished", yelped Effie as she barged passed her lover, thrusting her naked thighs against his hips as she raced. Confused by her curvy behind, Richard stuttered, "Effie, what on earth?" Trying the door handle, Effie sighed upon realising that Yasmin had indeed locked herself in. Calling through the door, Effie shouted, "Yasmin put your towel back on, before letting me back in. Richard's on the landing, I'll just get him to go away." "Go away? This is my bathroom, don't you forget", Richard croaked in dismay. Turning towards her lover, Effie then passionately kissed him in the lips. Realising that her lips were already moist, Richard broke free and began, "You two, you haven't been kissing" before Effie interrupted and drawled, "No, don't be silly, now look away."

Yasmin meanwhile wrapped her towel around her chest and opened the door ajar, so that Effie could quickly slip back in. But not to be outdone, Richard was now restless and bored out of his skin. Shouting through the door, he impatiently asked, "No seriously, what are you two doing? You've been ages and it's getting late."

In reply, Effie shouted, "We'll only be a minute, Yasmin just has to face one final messy forfeit and then we'll both come back downstairs." Unimpressed, Richard spluttered in frustration, "Erm, Effie, it's already past eight. Plus, Yasmin's just had a shower, hasn't she? Won't she need to have another one if she gets messy again? How about you swap places and take the messy punishment for her so that she can get dressed and swiftly be on her way? Then, we can share a bath together, like you promised me yesterday!"

"Wait, what?" Effie exclaimed, as Yasmin's grin suddenly widened across her dainty face. "You heard him. He has a point you know, now hop in," Yasmin laughed as she slapped the naked brunette on her rear. Taking the rugby jersey and knickers from Effie's grasp, Yasmin joked, "Why finally! It's taken you over an hour, but better late than never, I guess." Slipping the knickers up her legs, Yasmin whispered, "You don't mind, do you? I know these were meant for you, they're really comfortable, by the way." Hearing Richard finally give up and head back downstairs, Effie replied, "Oh go on then, I did promise you a change of clothes, and you do have stunning legs." Yasmin then threw on the rugby jersey and overjoyed, pushed a disbelieving Effie into the bath and cracked the first egg against her forehead. Massaging a further two into her brown hair, Yasmin cackled before slapping two more over her curvaceous chest.

Teasingly, Yasmin then smashed the final egg against Effie's navel before massaging the egg yolk all over her milk white skin. Playing the role of the submissive, Effie calmly began to accept her messy fate. Naked and completely at the mercy of the blonde teenager, Effie suddenly realised why Richard was so keen to get her involved in wet and messy foreplay. Perhaps, if he treated her to an expensive meal out, then she might agree to play a messy game with him instead.

Picking up two shaving cream pies, Yasmin enveloped Effie's head inside a gigantic pie sandwich, before wrapping the paper plates continuously around her face. Yasmin then slid a pie inside the bath tub and demanded that the unlucky brunette sit down upon it. Lowering her rear end into the shaving cream, Effie felt the slimy substance squelch up against her skin. Then, whilst clearing shaving cream from her eyes, Effie saw Yasmin stare intensely at her naked crotch and chest. Despite being shy and demure, Effie was used to turning guys on, but girls were a whole new different ball game. Keeping her hands down by her sides, the brunette didn't even try to protect her dignity and embraced this sudden change.

Yasmin looked to be revelling in her role of the master, whereas Effie had slipped happily into her role of the submissive slimy slave. Effie guessed that Yasmin was ordinarily a shy, coy young lady, yet seemed entirely comfortable and in her natural element when taking part in messy games. Boy, was the young blonde a complete mystery, but Effie wouldn't have it any other way.

Yasmin meanwhile joyfully began to mush the final two pies against Effie's breasts. Rubbing the plates seductively over the brunette's nipples, Yasmin cried, "Oh Effie. If you hadn't been so kind and helped me earlier, you would be doing this to me instead!" Instructing Effie to lay face down in the bath, Yasmin poured the bucket of guacamole over her back, hips and legs. Instructing Effie to sit back up, Yasmin began to rub the strawberry jam over the brunette's two feet. Smearing the remainder of the jars over Effie's cheeks, Yasmin then poured the bucket of lime green slime over Effie's sticky, glutinous hair, before throwing the bucket of orange gunge across her heaving chest.

Then, extremely carefully, she slowly tipped the bucket of golden syrup over Effie's chestnut hair and face. Taking almost a minute to pour out the content of the bucket, Yasmin gasped as Effie completely disappeared under the molasses and was reduced to a thick, black slimy mess. Shaking her head in bewilderment, Yasmin poured the first of the bags of flour over Effie's front, making sure to completely cover her hips and her breasts. Teasingly, she then asked Effie to place each of her jam smothered feet inside the second bag, before pouring what remained of the packet down her spine before gleefully announcing, "I can't wait to do this again!"

Still squelching around in the bath, Effie shouted to Richard to fetch Yasmin and old pair of jeans and the young blonde finally got fully dressed. Richard then let the youngster out as Effie remained upstairs. Joining Effie in the bathroom, Richard looked upon his lover and unabashedly shook his head. Covered in layers upon layers of molasses and slime, Effie looked stunning, in every single way. "So, you found my supply of gunge, I was hoping that we might play a game", Richard surmised, unapologetically. "To be fair, it was Yasmin's idea, and I would have won, if you hadn't got your silly self in the way", Effie teased as molasses dripped down from her chest.

Taking a more serious tone, Effie continued, "Don't me mad at me Richard, but Yasmin knows about our secret. But she won't tell anyone, I swear!" Richard's smile suddenly faded however and he cautioned, "How do you know we can trust her? I thought you barely knew her before today." "Trust me, it's surprising just how well you get to know somebody when you play a messy game. We can rely on Yasmin, she's kind, and she's generous and she's adorably sweet." Turning on the shower, Effie began to rub shower gel all over her chest. Massaging her shoulders, Effie suggested, "Once, I've got most of this mess off me, how about we have that bath together, like you said?" Overly excited, Richard ceased his questioning and submitted, barely able to wait.

Continuing, Effie added, "You know, I think it's about time that I have my messy revenge, my dear. I know you love seeing women gunged, especially little old me. You ought to have a piece of your own medicine just one of these days. I've got a great idea for a game we could play tomorrow. Want to play?" "Of course, Effie, but what happens when I win?" Richard replied, without hardly drawing breath. Cooing in response, Effie replied, "I'll make it worth your while, trust me, if that most unlikely of events takes place!"

Two minutes later, Effie finally managed to scrub most of the molasses off of her skin. So crouching down, she began to wash away the excess slime pooling at the bottom of the bath. Once the tub was clean, the brunette then began to run the bath and poured gallons of luxury bubble bath in.
With Richard watching on, Effie delicately dipped her left foot under the surface of the water to test whether the temperature was okay. Finally satisfied, Effie carefully lowered herself into the bath and caught Richard by surprise, by flinging a handful of bubble bath at his handsome, chiselled face. Returning fire, he dunked Effie's head under the water before she replied by splashing him once again. Richard was then just about to remove his top when Effie stuck out her left leg and poked him in his midriff.

"Wait a minute, not quite yet. There's something else I want to ask you first", Effie began. "Alright, but be quick", Richard replied, increasingly impatient. "Who do you prefer, Miss Lucey or Miss Young?" Effie asked, rather intently. "Who?" Richard replied, with confusion etched across his face. "Why Anna and Pippa of course, silly!" Effie giggled, before shuddering, what with finding it incredibly weird to call her former teachers by their actual first names. Richard had been in year 13 when they had both joined the teaching staff, so he had barely known them as teachers. But Effie, on the other hand, had been taught by Anna for four long whole years. Richard paused for a moment, surely this was a trick. "Well neither of them of course, I adore you my dear", he replied, ever so sweetly. But Effie again prodded him with her slippery foot. "Oh no, you're not coming in until I have an answer." Richard sighed, there was no way he was going to win. "Erm, personally, I think that Pippa is more stereotypically attractive, but Anna is quite pretty in her own coquettish way. Plus, you know I prefer brunettes, so I'll go with Anna, I guess." Sadly, for Richard, this was not the answer that Effie wanted to hear. Dismayed, Effie jabbed Richard third time, but with far greater force and intent. "Oh, come on. You asked, didn't you? What do you have against Anna? Sorry, Miss Lucey?" Richard cried out in pain.

Effie cleared her throat before replying, "I'm sorry Rich. I just can't help it. Miss Lucey has always hated me. She thought that since I was Gabe's sister I must be amazing at sport. But I wasn't. I mean, I was okay, I was pretty good at hockey, but I never saw the appeal of getting all hot and sweaty, the very thought used to horrify me. Plus, Isla was utterly hopeless. I used to let her beat me on Sports day, just so that she wouldn't come last in everything. I didn't want to spend hours after school practising hockey drills, I wanted to hang around with Isla and have boys chase after me not that they ever did of course, I wasn't always this pretty, believe me! Miss Lucey wouldn't let Isla join up with the squad, even just to practice, before a game. To Miss Lucey, winning was far more important than simply enjoying yourself and taking part. Which lead to the two of us falling out, wouldn't you guess!

So, I told her that I didn't want to play, though secretly I really wanted to be on the team. She picked me regardless, and even rang up my Dad to complain. Mysteriously, she thought I was being lazy, rather than simply standing up for my best friend. Boy did I get in trouble at home! Both Dad and my brother Gabe thought I was absolutely crazy to refuse to play. So, I joined up, and we began to win every single game. But Miss Lucey always put too much pressure on me, claiming that I could do so much better, if I only listened to her advice and followed her overly fussy training regimes. Nevertheless, despite the excessive negativity, I scored the winner in the county cup semi-final and was a hero at school for the next two weeks. But then, come the final, I wilted. Miss Lucey's prep talk made me too nervous and I had my worst ever game.

With two minutes to go, I missed an absolute sitter. Screaming nervously at me from the side-lines, Miss Lucey put me off and I took my eye off the puck. Then she started yelling at me to track back, so I thought why should I? Nobody else ever does, why do I have to do everything? Why isn't she shouting at anybody else? So, I let my opposite number go and she only went and scored the winner. Though she didn't say so publicly, I know she, like everyone else, blamed only me. So, I told her I didn't want to play anymore, and this time stuck to my word, and she's hated me ever since."

"Wow, how come I never knew that? She was really harsh and unfair to you. A youth coach should never blame a kid. I thought Anna was cool, but I stand corrected. I know, how about you let me climb in with you now and I'll help you gain your messy revenge?" Richard suggested. "Oh Richard, that was exactly what I wanted you to say. Not only was she mean, but she's ever so pretty, so she could do with being taken down a peg. I accept your proposal, there's only one problem. There's very little point climbing in with me, as I'm pretty much clean now", Effie chortled, before splashing him once again.

"Well that problem can be easily solved", joked Richard before picking up the last remaining bucket of pink gunge that Yasmin had forgotten about, and throwing it all over Effie's delightful face and chest. "It's a new recipe, do you like it?" he laughed, as Effie clawed the gunge from her eyes in dismay. Continuing to chortle, Richard took hold of the shower head and began to spray it in Effie's slimy, pretty face. "Look don't blame me", he began. "I stole the recipe from Anna. If anything, it's all her fault, you see!"
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Freshly showered and wearing petite burgundy Fairisle pyjamas, Pippa bellowed, "Have you seen my night robe?" from behind the bathroom door. "It's in our bedroom, where you left it, silly", mocked Anna, keen for her girlfriend to re-emerge. Still stark naked, in case she missed the moment of Pippa's return, Anna held the key lime pie in her hands and swung back her arm ready, in blissful anticipation of her girlfriend. Nervously kicking the bucket of gunk that she had previously prepared, Anna couldn't wait to gain her revenge on her beautiful blonde soul mate.

Carefully, Pippa gently pulled open the bathroom door and Anna swung at her immediately. But Pippa was too quick for the brunette and darted to her right, just out of the way. Stealing the key lime pie from Anna's grasp, she swung round and slapped it against Anna's cute rear, massaging it up against her pale, milky skin. Pulling her naked partner up against her chest, Pippa teased, "Oh Anna, I do love it when you forget to put on any clothes!" Her hands still pressing what remained of the key lime pie against Anna's rear, Pippa kissed the beautiful brunette on the lips, who dutifully responded by throwing her arms around Pippa's neck. Pippa then dipped her head and began kissing Anna on her neck, shoulders and finally her right breast. Fully aroused, Anna responded by wiping her hands down her cream covered thighs and smudging the topping over Pippa's cheeks, before rubbing them over her face.

As Pippa bent down to kiss Anna on the stomach, the brunette took her opportunity to wriggle away. Running into the bathroom, she joyfully boasted, "Finally, I'm victorious! Now there's nothing you can do to stop me!" Sighing, Pippa replied, "For once Anna, I actually agree!" before throwing the bucket of gunk all over Anna's face and chest. The mixture of milk, orange juice, custard, tomato soup and ranch sauce splattered violently against Anna's skin, exploding upon her breasts. "I must say, it was awfully kind of you to prepare the bucket of muck for me!" Pippa teased, as the brunette ruefully rubbed tomato sauce from her eyes as slime splatted down upon her feet.

Gloatingly, Pippa followed her girlfriend into the bathroom, and whilst taking care to keep a watchful eye on Anna, began to brush her teeth. But Anna, thoroughly exhausted, no longer appeared to have any fight left. Panting, the brunette stepped into bath and began to shower herself clean. Running her nimble fingers through her luscious, vibrant chestnut hair, Anna sighed under the warm flow. Mesmerised by her beautiful girlfriend, Pippa couldn't tear her eyes away from Anna's reflection in the mirror, as she carefully exfoliated her face.

Speaking from behind the clear Perspex pane as she rubbed shower gel over her hips and her chest, Anna announced, "I hope you don't mind me saying, but I really enjoyed splashing Effie earlier. Now she's no longer a student of ours, I would gladly do it again. Except next time, I would find an even bigger puddle to splash her with! No doubt, she would gladly gunge me in return if she ever had the opportunity." Turning around, Pippa blew Anna a kiss before replying, "Now that I would like to see. Perhaps you should go up against each other on that gunge gameshow that we saw on the TV!" Watching Anna rub shampoo into her hair, Pippa continued, "Though, please don't make a habit of splashing all our former pupils. I think someone would quickly realise and tell the head. Then you'd really be in trouble and that would be the end of our fun and games."

"Alright, only Effie then", Anna joked, as she stood motionless under the warm jet of the shower. Turning to face Pippa, Anna added, "You have to admit, she is really pretty. She would look adorable covered in gunge. I would love to personally drop her into a gunge tank, after all the gungings I suffered through at school." "Suffered through? You really enjoyed it!" Pippa chuckled in reply, before adding, "Though it can't be too much fun being a perennial loser. You'll never beat me, but perhaps you'll be able to triumph over Effie." "Oh absolutely. She may be fit and athletic, but so am I, plus I'm not incredibly lazy", Anna retorted. "Oh really? Try saying that to the pile of washing up you left this morning! You're a bone-idle sloth!" Pippa teased.

Turning off the shower, Anna replied, "I'm not a sloth. I'm a fox!" before raising her hands up like claws and pawing at Pippa's shoulder blades and purring seductively. "Oh, dear Anna, you're no fox, you sound like a tabby cat! If you want to prove that you're not indolent and slack, here's the bathroom cleaner, clean the bath!" Pippa teased before spraying the bathroom cleaner up and down her girlfriend's naked chest. Still soaking wet, Anna snatched the cleaner off Pippa and began to spray away.

Whilst Anna got down on her hands and knees to scrub the base of the tub, Pippa noticed a pained, sorrowful expression spread across her girlfriend's face. Turning around, she asked, "Sweetheart, what's up? I can tell something's not right. Why all the interest in Effie, all of a sudden?" Crouching on her toes, Anna turned towards her partner and replied, "I saw Effie and Yasmin go around to Molly and Richard's earlier, just after we got back." "Really? I didn't think they knew each other. But what's so odd about that?" Pippa asked. "The thing is, Molly is away for a few days. What reason have they got to visit Richard? Something's up", Anna surmised. "What? Do you think he invited them round for a threesome or something?" Pippa joked, before slapping Anna on the back. "No, I can't see Yasmin going in for that. But Effie, I wonder. Molly and Richard seem very distant recently, I fear he may cheating on her with Effie", Anna explained before continuing to clean the bath.

"Oh, alright. Do you want to investigate? Like a peeking Tom? Anna, really that's a bit strange, even for me. Look, I know you don't like Effie, or Richard for that matter, but aren't you allowing your imagination to run just a little wild today?" Pippa remarked. "Oh, come on Pippa. Richard's always perving on us. I shudder at the way he looks at us whilst we do foreplay in the garden. It's only fair, it would be our retribution for all the embarrassment and shame. Plus, we'd be doing Molly a service, exposing her man like that." "Erm, I can't say I'm convinced. What actual evidence do you have?" Pippa asked, far more intrigued than she liked to pretend.

Stepping out of the bath, Anna began to dry herself down. Rubbing her backside with her towel, Anna admitted, "Nothing else. Not yet. But I swear we'll find something, I just know it. Look, how about we make a bet. How about we play a messy game tomorrow morning? If I win, you agree to help me spy on Richard. If you win, how about I clean our car and show you just how hardworking I am, instead of acting like a sloth?" "Oh, I'm certainly tempted, Pippa purred in reply. "Alright, I agree on one condition. You've got to wear your skimpy green string bikini when you clean our car." "Deal", Anna barked whilst she wrapped her towel round her chest.

Picking up the hair dryer, Anna casually flicked it on. Suddenly, her face and hair were engulfed in a giant cloud of talcum powder which exploded upon the pretty brunette like a swarm of wasps. Spluttering, her face turned chalky white, Anna remarked, "Right, for that, you're doing all the washing up by yourself!" Smiling, Pippa lent forward and kissed Anna's pallid lips before scuttling off downstairs to take her punishment as was fair. Anna meanwhile, after quickly washing her face, slipped on a pair of pink knickers and a loose fitting yellow t-shirt. Diving onto their King-sized bed, face down, she began to flick through her favourite clothes catalogue. Turning straight to the lingerie section, Anna drooled as she leafed through the pages of a particularly expensive collection. Lustfully, the brunette eyed the glamorously attractive raven-haired model, Tatiana, who posed in ever increasing skimpy lingerie. Tatiana was the older sister of Tori, who was the girlfriend of Pippa's younger brother. Anna had never met the model and was dying to be introduced. Anna was in a loving, stable relationship, but she couldn't help but be turned on by the raven temptress. Pippa, as ever, disapproved of both sisters and had tried to warn Matty, her brother, about them, but to no avail. Hence, she was highly unlikely to introduce Tatiana to Anna any time soon, much to the brunette's regret.

Lost in a daydream, Anna was suddenly awoken from her sweet reverie by a lemon meringue pie thwacked against her face. Quietly, from nowhere, Pippa had cunningly tiptoed back upstairs. "What was that for?" asked Anna, as meringue oozed down her chin. "Don't forget our little wager earlier", Pippa reminded her. "As you got caught pushing me into Lisa's wedding cake, I clearly won our daft, silly bet. Hence, I get to choose what you wear for the next week and darling I choose that you wear nothing to bed. So off with those panties my dear!" Pippa purred, before proceeding to drag Anna's knickers down her legs. Then, once Anna had lifted her t-shirt over her head, Pippa suggested, "Here, how about I help clean up your face?" before licking a slab of meringue off her cute nose. Continuing to lick Anna's cheeks for almost a minute, Pippa announced, "Oh dear, it looks like I've missed a spot. Hold still, pet." Pippa then positioned Anna so that her head and shoulders slightly overhung the side of the bed. Then, before Anna could react, Pippa emptied an entire bucket of freezing cold water over her unsuspecting face.

Watching Anna shiver, Pippa continued, "Here, lets warm you up", before twisting Anna's body round so that they spooned together on the bed. Pippa wrapped her arms around Anna's naked chest and whispered, "Anna, I love you, don't you forget." Feeling Pippa's greedy hands pressed up against her breasts, Anna smiled and replied, "I love you too Pip. But be warned, I won't go easy on you tomorrow, your time of reckoning awaits." "Oh, I doubt that", Pippa teased, before beginning to tickle the submissive Anna's breasts. Pippa then kissed Anna's shoulders before adding, "We don't need to wait until tomorrow to have a little fun. There's still plenty of time left today." Pippa then slipped left hand down Anna's side, tickling her gently as she tenderly caressed her pale skin. Then, upon reaching Anna's yearning crotch, she began to pleasure her girlfriend, who was soon overcome by the breath-taking ecstasy of the touch of her finger tips.