Last week, Iris, my next-door neighbor, asked if I could help her bake a cake.

She wanted to take something homemade to a family gathering and knew I always baked something for our monthly building-association meetings. I said I’d be happy to lend her a hand.

I told her I’d get what we needed from the store and that she could come by on Friday evening. I thought brownies would be easiest for her first try. If she wasn’t happy with the way they turned out, we’d still have time to bake something else on Saturday morning.

On Friday night, Iris came over with a bottle of wine. I’d told her to wear something cool since we’d have the oven on. She had on a t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, and I was dressed just as comfortably, but barefoot. I put on some music, and we had some of the wine before getting started.

Iris was a lot of fun, but not very adept at baking. She was more interested in joking around. It was hard enough keeping her focused on following the recipe, but when she grabbed a handful of flour and tossed it in my direction, the game was on. I rubbed flour on her shirt and ran from the kitchen. Iris was hot on my heels, chasing me with a handful of chocolate batter. She nearly snagged my shirt, but I managed to slip by her and back into the kitchen.

When she caught me I turned around, only to get a face full of brownie batter. I reached for the bowl, grabbed it, then slipped and ended up on the floor with Iris on top of me. One minute we were laughing and rolling around, and the next minute Iris was licking brownie batter from my fingers. It was one of those moments when everything around you seems to come to a standstill. We started kissing and licking the batter from each others skin like a couple of puppies.

Iris pulled up my shirt and started kissing and licking my breasts, while I rubbed her pussy through her shorts. She was hot and wet and I wanted to taste her.

“We’re not getting much baking done,” I said, as I pulled her shorts off.

“There’s always tomorrow,” she said, laughing. Then we took off our shirts and kissed and fondled each other some more. I pushed Iris onto her back and pulled the mixing bowl closer. Using two fingers, I scooped up some batter and smeared it across her breasts. Then I smeared some down her body, over her mound, and dabbed a little along her pussy lips.

I took a moment to sit back on my heels and admire my handiwork before licking it all up. When I’d cleaned all the batter off her writhing body, I dragged my tongue slowly along her slit. What I tasted was a decadent mixture of chocolate and Iris’s tangy essence.

I wrapped my arms under her legs and went to work licking and sucking every trace of chocolate from Iris’s flesh till all I tasted was pure Iris. I used my tongue the way I’d use my fingers, thrusting it into her as deep as I could, drawing out every bit of her flavor, heedless to her cries of passion.

When I’d had my fill, Iris pulled me up for a kiss. Her tongue swept inside my mouth, twisting with mine, tasting herself, as her hands explored my hot, sticky skin. We were a total mess, but that didn’t stop Iris from rolling me onto my back to have her revenge.

Iris scooped up some of the batter and popped it into her mouth. Then she leisurely kissed me, sharing the sweet, chocolaty confection before kissing her way down to my pussy. I spread my legs and raised my knees, letting her have her way with me. I was so aroused that as soon as her tongue stroked over my clit, I came, shuddering and twitching with pleasure. Iris sucked me off again and again until, finally overloaded with pleasure, I begged for mercy.

The shower afterward was just as playfully erotic as our sweet, sticky romp on the kitchen floor. As for the brownies? Iris was right. Our second attempt the next morning was a total success.