Call me a prude, I don’t care, but food is meant to be eaten, not smeared all over my body. Glen had other ideas, of course he did. The first half-way decent guy in ages wanted me to go to a wet and messy party with him. All I wanted was a little fun, a little romance. Glen wanted to spread custard all over my body and me to spread it all over his. Yuck!
I was set to tell him no way but my roommate said that I should at least give it a try. In our bathtub. She said that I should get into my bikini and let her goopy green goo over my head. She said that I shouldn’t judge something without first-hand experience. And no matter what I said, she wouldn’t shut up about it.