Barry’s Excellent High School Reunion

Barry Taylor was excited. After graduating from high school in Santa Monica in 1975, a career in the military had taken him all over the world. He was usually off in some far away military post when his high school reunions were held but, having kept in touch with a few friends, he always knew when the reunions were and who attended. His friend Brett always told him how good his high school flame Monica looked, strutting in with her husband and making the room pause. Barry had always regretted how things had ended, but she did not want to sit home waiting for him to return at the time. He really couldn’t blame her since, when he did get married, it only lasted for 4 years. Now though, he was retired and looking forward to enjoying his very first high school reunion more than 40 years later.

Saturday dawned bright and sunny in Southern California where he had returned after retirement. While he couldn’t afford to live in Santa Monica, he did end up in a nice condo some 40 miles east, where real estate prices were only slightly less astronomical. Luckily, he had invested well and had also gotten a six-figure inheritance from his parents. He was really looking forward to the night's festivities and had invested in a classy blue suit that matched his eyes. He cut a nice figure as working out on various bases kept him in shape. He continued that with a gym membership to stay in shape. The day seemed to drag by endlessly but finally it was time.

His best buddy from high school picked him up promptly at 6 and they headed to the reunion. “Damn son you look pretty fine tonight” Brett joked as they drove. He added “I think your old flame Monica will be there” Barry scowled as he replied, “Yeah, I’m sure her husband will keep a tight hold on her tonight.”

They finally pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and before long they were enjoying a cocktail as they wandered the room and talked to people. Barry saw a lot of people he hadn’t seen in 40 years and was having a great time. Brett came and handed him a drink and said, “Monica just walked in and she seems to be by herself.” Barry turned and looked across the room and stopped cold because he saw Monica whose eyes were boring a hole through him. He quickly excused himself and headed over. “Monica, how are you? “he said as he stuck out his hand. She ignored it and gave him a big hug. “Barry you are looking good! “ she said as she looked him up and down. “You aren’t looking too bad yourself,” he mumbled with a reddened face. They sat down at a nearby table where they began talking. He proceeded to tell her what he had done for the last few decades and she reciprocated by filling him in as well. He learned she was a nurse practitioner and had lost her husband to cancer a few years before. It seemed like they had just talked yesterday as teenagers, and the night flew by in a blur. Before he knew it, Brett was telling him it was time to go. Monica pouted and said, “Do you have to leave already? I’ll give you a ride if you need one.” Barry tried not to smile as he told Brett he’d get a ride with Monica. Brett was off with a wink in Barry’s direction.

The night ended all too soon, and Monica blushed as she told him she only lived a few miles away if he wanted to come over for one last drink. He readily agreed and they headed to her house in silence, neither one wanting to be the first to speak. He tentatively grabbed her hand and she held on firmly as they walked out to the parking lot.

He jumped approvingly into her purple Dodge Challenger and he noticed she still had that same lead foot he remembered so well. He remembered well how he had caught her throttling his muscle car in high school once and paddled the daylights out of her. He wondered if she had that very same memory at that moment.

Soon they had pulled up to her house in a nice neighborhood with a sago palm lined driveway with a perfectly manicured lawn. She had a couple beers in the fridge, she handed him one while opening the other one. He sat looking at her as he swilled the ice-cold Bud. She blushed at his open stare and asked him what he was looking at. “You, you sweet thang,” he replied as she blushed once again. ‘Come here,” he commanded in a no-nonsense voice left over from command in the military. He held his hand out and she slowly walked over and put her hand in his. He pulled her down next to him on the couch and she leaned in for that first kiss. Her breath was coming as fast as his as they necked like the teenagers they once were. He ran his hand down her back and lower across her cheeks. She raised up and he lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down. They were soon lying side by side on the too narrow couch and she kissed and groped him while he slid a finger into her cleft. She was really wet as he pulled her up as he asked her which way to the bedroom. She followed him as he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She helped him out of his shirt and slacks then had him undo her bra as she let her skirt drop to the floor. He laid her on the bed and mounted her quickly, pumping away for all he was worth. Soon they both climaxed with loud groans and cries and then fell into each other’s arms.

They talked into the wee hours of the night and fell asleep intertwined. He got up to use the washroom the next morning and couldn’t help but notice an enema bag with a big nozzle hanging on the back of the bathroom door. He filed that away for future reference and came back to bed with a smile.

The next morning, they again made love in a more leisurely and softer manner than the frantic rush to couple the night before. Barry suggested they go out for breakfast. Monica didn’t reply as she lay next to him rubbing her lower left side and let out an "Ugh”. Barry immediately asked her if everything was all right and she blushed and said, “Nothing a good enema won’t fix. I’ve been constipated lately and didn’t have time to try an enema before the reunion. I just picked up this bag online to see if it would help.”

“Yes, I saw the enema hanging on the back of the door,” he replied which elicited a bright red blush. “My mom was a big believer, so I am intimately acquainted with the procedure,” Barry said quietly.

“I give them to patients once in a while,” she whispered. “They usually don’t like them too much and are embarrassed, but I can’t remember the last time I used one myself,” she said while turning a bright red.

"Well, it isn’t too difficult to do. Why don’t you let me do this for you since I’ve already seen all your bits and I want to take you to breakfast this morning?” He massaged her stomach gently as he spoke.

“Oh God I am so embarrassed,” she blurted out.

Barry really liked the blush on her cheeks as he gazed into her eyes and didn’t say anything, just waited for what came next. She lowered her eyes and sighed. “This is almost as bad as the time you spanked me for driving your car too fast."

“You remember that do you?” he said while thinking back to that day in her parent’s basement while they were gone.

“You pulled me over your lap and pulled down my panties so fast I didn’t know what to do.” What had happened next was about 40 with his hand while he held her down with his other hand and he spanked her good.

“I seem to remember you never did that again,” he laughed.

“I didn’t and the sex with me over that couch wasn’t too bad either,” she blurted as she fondly remembered the pounding he gave her after he spanked her.

He made another one of his “command” decisions and told her, “Well Monica, you are getting an enema and we can do it the easy way or the hard way. You decide.” He waited about 30 seconds, quickly pulled her over his lap, skinned her gown up over her hips and started spanking her. She squirmed and tried to roll away, but he kept her centered on his legs. He began to get a nice shade of red on her bottom when she finally told him she would do as he asked.

“Just promise me you’ll never tell anyone about this,” she said as she sat up.

“OK, do you have any soap?” he asked.

“I have some Castile packets left over from work in the middle drawer,” she said resigned to the fact he would soon be filling her bowels with soapy water.

She watched him get up and go into the bathroom and she again turned red as she could hear him rummaging around, opening drawers and running water. He soon sang out, “Be with you in a second sweet thing, get a towel on the bed”

“Take your time," she mumbled as she went to the linen closet and got out a big fluffy towel. She lay down on it and waited for the inevitable. Soon enough he walked in with her big red bag and hung it on a picture frame.

“Show time!" he said as he stuck a finger in the Vaseline and coated the end of the nozzle. She soon felt him spread her cheeks and press his finger against her hole which she didn’t mind. He then spread her again and inserted the nozzle to the hilt while telling her to "just relax”. He made her bring her right leg up to her chest which made things just that much more vulnerable. He told her, “Just take a deep breath, I’m going to start this.” Without further ado he undid the clamp with an audible click. She could feel the warmth of the water coming in. She complained and moaned as she started to fill up and Barry pinched the hose. He told her she was doing great and to just take deep breathes. Very soon she got to the point where she could take no more so Barry closed the clamp then encouraged her to roll on her back. While this did help with the cramps it also exposed all her private bits to her old high school flame in ways that he hadn’t seen in decades.

He reached over and began rubbing her stomach in circles which did help but a minute or two later she jumped up with a urgent, “I’ve got to go NOW.” She took off for the potty with Barry trailing behind her with the enema bag like a bridesmaid followed a bride with her train. She leaned over on the tub and he pulled the nozzle out and she plopped on the toilet with an audible sigh of relief. She looked at him quizzically with an 'Are you really going to watch me do this?' look. He just stood there with a grin. She had no choice as her overfilled bowels finally gave her some relief with a few percussive gushes. Looking him in the eye as she squirted and farted her way to the relief she needed, she finally grabbed him by the ass and pulled him close. She pulled down his briefs and took his cock in her mouth. His eyes got big and he let out a few moans as she rode her lips up and down on his cock, even while still letting loose a gush now and then. Soon his eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a yell as he shot his seed deep into her throat. She finished up and lay down on the bed next to him as he said nothing but gave her a sloppy kiss and held her hand. They were both smiling lost in their thoughts as they slowly drifted off to sleep.

END OF CHAPTER 1