The Food Fight Party

A surge of nervous, horny excitement shot through my body as I negotiated the evening rush hour traffic of a warm Friday in early June. My heart leaped into my throat in anticipation and my cock throbbed, subtly softening and hardening in tingly ecstasy. In ten minutes I would be at my girlfriend Ninas condo.

Nina was 26, slightly petite and brunette...the hottest and most amazing woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her stunningly beautiful face, dark, vivacious eyes and radiant smile were unforgettable. We had dated for two months and we planned to live together in the Fall. She had graduated with high honors from Vassar and already held a marketing position with a major company.

My thoughts drifted to that unbelievable conversation over dinner a few weeks earlier. She had seemed nervous and slightly hesitant to bring up a certain subject.

What is it? I asked, with increasing curiosity.

Nina laughed, looking down in embarrassment and then glanced at me.

OK...First, youre probably going to hate this idea, so know that you dont have to do this...Its just something that my friend Kaitlin brought up...

What is it? I said again, starting to laugh.

OK...Well...Kaitlin and I have this mutual friend Daniel who is a photographer. He likes to do these really crazy, off the wall photo shoots. He does this event every year where people get together and have a massive food fight. Kaitlin did it last year and she said it was really fun...like, totally liberating. She wanted me to join her last year, but I was out of town. Shes doing it again this year and Daniel is looking for another couple to join in.

My heart began to thud in my chest. The thought that this intelligent, refined, incredibly hot woman would even consider something like this, let alone suggest it, was a huge turn on. I felt consumed by a frighteningly explosive sexual excitement and the deepest attraction.

That actually sounds kind of fun. I answered, doing my best to fake nonchalance.

Now, wearing bright red board shorts and a soft cotton T shirt, and prepared with a Target bag containing a neatly folded towel and a change of cloths, I pulled into the parking space in front of Ninas condo. She opened the door and we kissed. I felt the smooth curves of her sensuous body as we embraced and cuddled. She was wearing running shorts and a T-shirt. Underneath, I knew, a bikini clung to her glorious body. As if in preparation, her shining, dark hair was pulled into a loose bun.

Oh my God...are we really doing this? Nina giggled, nervously as we pulled out of her development. We engaged in brief small talk about things which had happened at work that day, but we were both distracted and more than once the conversation ended in the silence of nervous anticipation.

By the way, Daniels studios have showers. Nina giggled, breaking the silence.

Oh really? Darn. I was prepared to lick the food off your naked body. I answered, and we both erupted into laughter.

Daniels photography studio was in a hip, converted warehouse space. I felt the soft connection of Ninas hand as we were guided into a large open room. The walls and floor were completely covered in plastic. The earthy thud of a techno beat throbbed from a stereo. Three kiddie pools filled to the top with smooth chocolate pudding, squishy strawberry Jello and gooey mashed potatoes were positioned on one side of the room. On the other side, carts and folding tables contained rows of whipped cream pies, cakes, huge opened cans of baked beans, Spaghetti-Os, bottles of chocolate syrup and other items.

Oh my God. gasped Nina. This is going to be such a mess...

We met Daniel and he offered us some wine. He said that he was thrilled that we had agreed to take part and he briefly explained what was going to happen:

Its pretty simple. Youll take turns selecting anything you want from the table. Just go for it and totally trash each other. I want to capture the spontaneous fun of the moment. This is about a group of 20 and 30-somethings getting together and doing something totally wild and crazy that you would never ordinarily dream of doing. So break loose and have fun!

Nina introduced me to Kaitlin who smiled with a sweet enthusiasm. Her light brown hair was styled in a short, neat bob. I found out that Nina, Kaitlin and Daniel had met a few years earlier through a Meetup group for symphony and ballet performances and other arts events. Kaitlin brought her friend Bethany, a college grad student with glorious reddish blond curls which cascaded down her back. Josh and Emily, a married couple in their early 30s had come for a third year in a row. Emilys short blond hair was pulled back into a neat pony tail.

We just dropped our four year old at the baby sitter. giggled Emily. This feels SO irresponsible! Ive looked forward to this all year. Its awesome!

The wine was loosening everyone up and there was an atmosphere of giddy delight at the novelty of the experience which was about to unfold. I felt my stomach do cartwheels as Daniel announced that he was ready to begin the shoot. I pulled off my T shirt and tossed it down in a far corner. Giggling, Emily slowly started to unzip her jeans. Kaitlin laughed, brushing a hand through her neatly styled hair, as if instinctively preparing for the first can of baked beans to be dumped over her head. Nina hesitantly began to pull off her T-shirt and shorts, revealing her sumptuous bikini clad body. I drank in the perfection of her full breasts, her ass, her smooth legs. For some reason, at this moment an earlier conversation entered my mind about her Mediterranean heritage...Mostly Italian with a little French...

And now the moment had come...Everyone agreed that since Nina and I had never done this before, we should start things off. Barefoot, we slowly stepped to the center of the plastic-coated floor as cheers rang out. Nina shyly hesitated, not wanting to be the first to select an item from the table, but I insisted that she go first.

OK...Im sorry about this...I love you! she giggled.

Stepping to the table, Nina surveyed the possibilities. Slowly and gleefully she scooped both hands into the center of a massive, perfectly sculpted, gooey chocolate layer cake. Everyone in the room began to cheer. I stiffened in preparation, trying to look as cool as possible under the circumstances. I could hear the click, click, click of Daniels camera. Holding the decadent glob of thickly frosted cake, Nina slowly stepped towards me. Laughing, she raised the cake in aim. Our eyes met for a second as we both laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation...SMOOSH! I felt moist cake violently smash into my face and then forcefully smear up into my hair as everyone cheered in delight. I could taste and smell cake and feel it oozing into my ears. What hadnt been thrown at me had exploded in all directions, crumbling to the floor.

That was awesome! said Kaitlin. She ENJOYED that!

I was ready for sweet revenge. Stepping to the table, I picked up a massive whipped cream, pudding and chocolate syrup pie. It felt surprisingly heavy. Now, with great pleasure, I would do the unthinkable...smash a pie right into Ninas face! As I slowly stepped towards her, feeling moist cake squish under my feet, she giggled uncontrollably, nervously pushing back her bangs and stiffening her body. I raised the pie in aim. She took a deep breath and waited almost dutifully. I looked down at the heaping mounds of pudding, whipped cream and sticky chocolate syrup. Then, for one last moment, I let my eyes fall on her immaculate body...the stunning perfection of the face I was about to desecrate...Our eyes connected...

SMACK! The pie hit Ninas face, splattering in all directions...oozing over the sides of the plate and falling into her cleavage. I smeared it into her hair, over her bun. The plate dropped and Ninas mouth hung open under a thick mask of pudding, whipped cream and sticky chocolate syrup. Pie hung in her bangs and was smeared into her hair. She began trying to pull some off. Then, gleefully, she stepped to the table and picked up a raw egg. Laughing, she smashed it over my head. It actually hurt. I felt the slimy yoke drip down my back and legs to the floor. I stepped to the table and slowly lifted the ridiculously heavy, enormous can of baked beans.

Oh my God, no....no! Nina moaned, shaking with laughter, her shoulders tensing. The baked beans looked disgusting. I lifted the can over her head and she screamed. I enjoyed watching her writhe...The can tipped...Baked beans engulfed Ninas hair, hit her shoulders and slid into her cleavage. I knew I would never forget this unbelievable sight.

Ooooh... came the long, low collective reaction from the room.

Ew! This is gross! giggled Nina.

Dripping with baked beans and pie, she stepped to the table, slowly lifted her own can of baked beans and began splashing me, reveling in a child-like joy. I felt slimy baked beans soak my chest and legs. My once bright board shorts were quickly becoming covered in slop.

Now total chaos had erupted throughout the room. Amid shrieks of laughter, food was flying. SMACK! A pie went right into Kaitlins face and then was WIPED through what had been her neat bob. SMACK! A a pie hit Bethanys face. Emily screamed as Josh lifted a can of baked beans over her head and then melted into laughter as the beans engulfed her, covering her neat pony tail. Kaitlin held a bucket over Bethanys head. Oh my God, No!....My hair! giggled Bethany in protest. The bucket tipped and five gallons of deep red barbecue sauce demolished Bethanys glorious, long curls. We had entered, responsible adults and now we were...well, delightfully irresponsible.

SMACK! A pie hit my face with amazing force. SMACK! I felt another pie pushed down on the top of my head. Click....Click went the camera. I wondered what our friends would think of these pictures...

Nina began to slip on the slop quickly accumulating on floor. Reaching out to steady her, my hands grabbed both of her slippery, slop-coated breasts. She giggled uncontrollably and I knew she could feel my hard on pressing into her ass. Trying to avoid slipping, I stepped to the table and lifted a massive can of Spaghetti-Os. As I dumped the entire can over Ninas head she shook with an all consuming, resigned laughter, as if she was actually ENJOYING the experience. Her body was coated with slop, her beautiful hair was no longer visible and her face was practically unrecognizable. What would her boss think if he could see her now?

Nina slipped and landed on her ass. She lay back in the slop. I stood over her with a five gallon bucket of sticky chocolate syrup. I dumped the bucket over her legs, then her breasts, then her head. She wriggled as the chocolate hit her body. I climbed on top of her and felt my body slide over hers in the sticky goo. We rolled around and I pulled off her bikini top. I smeared cake into Ninas breasts and she gasped with orgasmic pleasure. She retaliated by pulling out the front of my board shorts and filling them with cold, slimy baked beans. I picked up a can of cream corn and Nina knew what was going to happen next. She screamed as I pulled out the back of her bikini bottom and dumped in the cold cream corn.

This is so stupid! she panted. I cant believe were doing this!

I scooped my hand into a jar of peanut butter and slowly smeared it into Ninas hair. We threw more pies and had a wild ketchup and mustard war. Nina dived into the kiddie pool of mashed potatoes. I wrestled her into the squishy Jello. Then we wrestled in smooth pudding. The condition of the room was unbelievable. The floor had become a giant, oozing, sloppy slip-n-slide. Totally covered from head to foot, we all began sliding around and rolling in the slop. The feeling of Ninas glorious body covered, smeared and caked in all of this food was an unbelievable turn on. We kissed. In Daniels large, industrial shower we had the most amazing sex of our lives. Then we got dressed and drove home to our respectable lives.