She was shower freak, a bath freak, a body-soap fanatic, and she required a partner to shower, bath, soap, slide, and lather up every day. For her, there was no better foreplay! This was her thing, and she needed a partner who'd at least indulge her, and at best be into it. She was a self-described lather freak. If I just whispered the word "lather" into her ear, she'd shiver.

So we hit it off immediately! And, I thought, if she trusts me enough eventually, she's one step away from being a complete pie freak as well.

What's great is that she wasn't my type at all - at least I didn't think so when we met. I'd always chased the hourglass-shaped women with big, round tits and a great ass. The classic bombshells! She, however, was short, lean, an A-cup, with quick graceful moves like a dancer. Spiky pixie haircut, and big beautiful brown eyes.

After our first major-league make-out session (who says you have to quit those after high school), she just got me when she said, "So you have to know that I prefer to be naked. A lot. And you have to share the shower with me, and I use a lot of body soap. A lot! That OK with you?"

Yeah, so much for what I thought was my type. Holy. . .

Anyway, so fast forward. While we were in the shower together and I had my hands all up and down her skin applying generous amounts of body soap, I said, "One of these days I'm going to do this to you with shaving cream."

She gasped and said, "Oh, bring it on! I love shaving cream, that sounds good!".

Uh huh. Now, for the next chesspiece.

Not long afterwards, I asked, "Hey, you remember my comment about the shaving cream?"

"Yeah", she said.

I pulled my laptop around. "Well, imagine us naked, as usual. And now, imagine something like this...", and I hit play on a video. It was a quick scene from a kids show, where one character smashes an absolutely huge, over-sized shaving cream pie in the other's face, leaving the target covered in falling blobs of lather.

She watched, and said, "No way! Not just in the face, though, right? All over?"

"Oh hell yeah. And with more than one. You'd be white, covered in thick lather from top to bottom and front to back.

She shivered, "Ooh! You'd do that?"

I grinned evilly.

She said, "I'd totally do a pie in the face!"

Bam! Score!

I said, "Hey, maybe I'll throw a real one and then at least I can have you for dessert."

She looked at me, and at first didn't react. Then she threw her arms around me and kissed me. Hard. I think I hit a nerve, and a good one.

So it didn't take long for me to do some shopping and come up with a pie. I mixed up some cool whip, some powdered sugar, some white cake frosting, and some egg white into a thick, thick pie filling. Really sticky, too. This was going to be one hell of a pie in the face.

I made three good-sized pies, and then made sure that the several cans of shaving cream and some tins were stashed in the bathroom near the big tub.

She got home, and after I greeted her, she got out of her clothes and started to walk around the house naked (as usual). She looked in the bathroom and laughed, and said, "Planning a party, are we?". I got out of my clothes, and said, "Hey, I'm going to use all of that shaving cream lather on you, believe me."

She said, "Ooooh! Bring it on, I can't wait!"

I said, "Follow me", and I walked to the kitchen.

She followed, and as soon as I got to the table I picked up one of the real, and heavy, gooey cream pies. I turned around, and she looked at the pie and then looked at me, appearing a little confused.

"What is this?" she asked, "Is that a real pie?"

"That's exactly what this is."

"Um, you.. oh, no you don't!"

I didn't hesitate, and I tossed the pie in her face, bending the tin around her cheeks and rubbing it in good. It stuck, and she was stunned. I pulled the tin away, and the crust, broken into many pieces, started to ooze in trails off of her face. She was smiling underneath it all, and didn't make a move to wipe her face.

"Oh! O ho! Oh, you.. Oh!".

I laughed, and then said, "OH, you look really, really good right now."

"Oh do I? I.. uh... mm, nom.. oh, this is sweet!" She finally opened her eyes and looked at me, and grinned.