"I actually have something for you", she said, "but I shouldn't give it to you."

I looked down at her (she was about three inches shorter than me). "You shouldn't? Why not?"

"Well", she shrugged, "it could get messy."

I said, "What's a little mess between friends?"

"Yeahhh, I know. But I shouldn't. But I really, really want to! But, well..."

I said, "Hey, but you have something for me?"

She nodded, "Oh yeah. I certainly do!"

I tugged at her towel. "So how can you get something for me and not want me to have it?"

She tugged at my towel now, playfully, and grinning. "Oh, I definitely want you to have it! I mean, that's why I bought it. I really, really want you to have it! But, oh, well, I know I shouldn't". She was coy, smiling at me.

I pulled off her towel and tossed it across the room. She wasn't wearing anything under it, and she gasped, a huge smile on her face. "Hey!" she looked at me in very amused surprise, and grabbed my towel and tanked, and then tossed it across the room. She said, "I see you went commando today!"

I looked her up and down, "Yeah, and I see you're still a massive exhibitionist!".

She said, "A-HEM, look who's talking. But, ummm, yeah. Massive. Exhibition. Look, I'm exhibiting!" She put her hands on her hips and rocked left and right a few times.

I pulled her close. "So, lets get back to what's important here."

She said, "What? You want a blowjob already?"

I laughed, "That's code for you want to be on your knees already, isn't it?"

She tapped me on the nose, "Change the subject. I admit nothing."

"Uh huh. No, what I meant was, the important thing. You have something for me?"

"Oh, right, right, yes, yes I do. Like I was saying, I probably shouldn't give it to you, but I kinda really want to."

"Just kinda?", I asked.

"No, well, a lot more than kinda.", she paused, and then said, "I really want to give it to you."

I said, "Well, good! If you got me a nice gift, and you want to give it to me, then what's stopping you from just letting me have it?"

(Yes, readers, I was making this really, really easy for her!)

She burst into loud, deep laughter, doubling over for a moment before standing up and saying, "You did not just say that! What's stopping me from what? Say that again!"

I pulled her close. "From just letting me have it."

She leaned in, close to my lips. "Say. That. Again."

I leaned in as well. "If you bought something for me, why not just let me have it?"

She snickered, and said sweetly, "Are you saying that you want me to let you have it?"

"Well, yes, of course! let. Me. Have. It."

Even more sweetly, she said, "Just to make totally sure, you're positive that you want me", she emphasized the 'you' and the 'me', "... to take what I bought you and just let you have it?"

I said, "You know you want to."

She laughed again, "Oh, you had better believe it. And I know you want me to."

"Oh hell yes, of course I do."

She snorted a laugh, "You're not making it difficult for me to have second thoughts about this, you know."

I said, "As if you even did."

She shrugged, "Well, that's true. I have no intention of not, a-HEM, letting you have it."

I ran my hands up and down her naked skin. "So now what?", I asked, "You going to get this gift, or not?"

She said, dramatically, "Oh. I think you're going to be the one who's going to get it, pal!"

I said, "Well, you know I love when you get me things."

She said, "You're fine if I got you anything that looked good to me?"

I said, "Oh, absolutely, of course."

She smiled, and said (somewhat evilly), "Good, glad to hear you say that. And, you're positive that you want me to get my gift and let you have it?"

"Positive."

"No changing your mind, no matter what my, um, gift might be?"

"Nope. I trust you."

She chuckled, "Oh, yes, yes you do! Well then! I'll be right back!"

She left the room with a lift in her step, and returned with an absolutely huge whipped cream pie in her hand. She was wearing nothing but a very, very wide grin. She said, "So! I'm back! Would you like to receive what I bought for you?"

I said, "My my, that's a very big pie."

She nodded, "Mm hmm."

I said, "So, we're having dessert?"

She said, "I think you, more than me, will be having dessert. Much more you than me." She stuck her finger in the pie, and then licked her cream-coated finger.

She then said, "Now, remember when you said that you were just fine if I let you have it? You kinda sorta said that you wanted me to let you have it?"

I said, "Yep. And you said that you really, really wanted to give it to me. Right?"

She nodded dramatically, "Oh, yes, right. Very, very right!"

I said, "Well, so what's the problem? Makes perfect sense to me. You're holding a gift - a pie - for me, and you want to give it to me. And I want you to just let me have it. Right?"

She laughed, "Right! Now, um, remember something. Remember that whatever happens, and oh you sexy boy, it will happen, you asked for it. Ok? You asked for it!"

I said, "Well, I know that you bought a special gift, and that you really, really want to make sure I get it. Which is, actually, very nice of you."

"Oh. Oh, you think so? So nice of me? I'm glad you think so!"

I said, "Hey, I like pie. Who doesn't? I could end up eating the whole thing."

She said, "You could end up wearing the whole thing! But pretend I didn't say that! So look, just remember - You. Asked. For it."

I said, "You know, you have this evil look in your eye that starting to make me think that I'm about to get a massive pie in the face."

She mocked a gasp, "Why, what a funny idea. Why, would you like a massive pie in the face? This happens to be a massive pie, you know."

I said, "Why, would you like to give me a massive pie in the face?"

She chuckled, "Oh, the thought had crossed my mind. And you did say for me to take my gift and let you have it. And you did ask for it, didn't you?"

I said, "Uh oh..."

She nodded. "Count to three, and I'll give you this pie."

I looked at her and said, "I am so fucked, aren't I?"

She nodded, and winked at me, "Oh yeah. Count!"

I said, "Fine. On three. Ready?"

"Oh, I'm ready! I'm not the one who has to get himself ready, though!" she laughed.

I said, "One.."

And she cocked her arm way back and launched the pie right at me. And she just fucking nailed me. Huge, gooey (and sticky) lemon cream pie in the face, and she rubbed it in circles all around my face and head. She didn't laugh, but just said, "Oh, my... god....". I was stunned, and the pie of course fell from my face and head in big globs. She said, "I love doing that to you. I'm going to hell, but I could do this every day!". Then, she laughed.

She said, "Oh, wow! That's a really good look for you!", smiling. I wiped my eyes, and saw her standing, looked at me with delight in her eyes and a huge, huge smile. "Look", she said, "I pied your cock too!"

I embraced her, and then picked her up and threw her into the bed. "UH oh", she said, "Now I'm fucked".

I didn't say much, but just kissed her (and made sure she got a lot of cream in the process), and took complete control, demanding that she clean my pied cock with her mouth before flipping her over and licking and fingering and fucking her silly into two loud orgasms.