I was wrong.  Her plastic spoon became a whipped cream catapult.  Before I could defend myself she had launched her spoonful at me.  I tried to turn away but it hit me right below my ear and slid down my neck.

Ashley was in hysterics as I turned back to her with a look of shock.

“Oh no you didn’t…” I said.  I reached into the cool whip tub with my hand.  It could hold a lot more than a silly spoon.

Ashley squealed trying to get away from the picnic table, but I was faster and managed to launch my hand full right into her neck and chest.  She was still laughing and screaming as she finally got up from the table.

I got up too, but I grabbed the container of remaining whipped cream before I left the table.

“Hey that is so NOT fair!” Ashley said trying to scoop out the cream that was sliding down the inside of her shirt.

“Well you should have though of that before you started this little war.” I replied walking toward her slowly.  She was backing away from me at the same pace.

“Spencer Carlin you are going to be in so much trouble if the rest of that whipped cream ends up on me!”

“You promise?” I countered with a smirk.  I was in complete control of this situation…right up until she charged me.  A mad wrestling match ensued for the tub of whipped cream.  It ended up equally all over the both of us.

We were laughing hysterically at the sight of each other.  We were both covered in sticky whipped cream, grass and leaves.  I noticed a few other people that were sort of close by were also laughing.  So I stood up and bowed.  We got cheers and a couple of ‘enchores’.

“Well my intention of getting a little whipped cream on you was to be able to have an excuse to lick your skin.” Ashley said “But I am sorry to say that the rolling around in the grass and leaves has kind of got it all off.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Although…” I said peering at her and pulling her to me “There is one clean spot right….” I let my head shift to just below her ear “…here”.  I licked a small bit of clean whipped cream off.  I felt her shiver.

“So how about we go back to my place and clean up?” I suggested softly.

“I don’t have a change of clothes.” Ashley whispered.

“Oh I am sure that I can find something of mine you can wear, or you could just wear nothing at all.” I murmured.  I let my tongue trace down her neck to a bit of her collar bone left exposed from her t-shirt.