Just before I left for Chicago, Catie's dad had fallen and hit the back of his head. They thought that he had simply lost his balance, fallen, and that he had suffered a concussion when he struck his head. But it was serious enough that he was taken to the hospital and they were keeping him overnight for observation. I asked if she needed to go to Portland rather than being with me in Chicago. Her mom told her that her dad was doing okay in the hospital and that there wasn't an immediate need for her to come out because they thought he would be discharged from the hospital over the weekend. Still, I could tell Catie was concerned that it was actually something more serious.

I flew into O'Hare early Friday evening (October 18 ) and Catie was there to greet me at the gate. I brought a much smaller suitcase compared to the one I had during September. Unlike the summer heat of early September, it was cooler. I brought some clothes for the possible cooler Chicago weather and I joked with Catie that I thought I might only need something for getting back and forth to the airport and to the football game since we were likely to be naked in her apartment much of the time. We stopped somewhere near where she lived a got a light dinner.

We got to her place and I was mindful of her concern for her dad. Anything that we had "planned" or had even thought about seemed doubtful. I figured I would follow her lead because the hot, flaming sex that I'd say we were both looking forward to just didn't seem to be in the cards. She apologized for not being herself. I told her that it was okay and that she should be more concerned with her dad's health rather than me. She was close to her dad and she told me that I was a lot like him. I told her that if all she wanted, at the moment, was to cuddle up with me to be close to someone, that was okay.

I think that gave her a sense of relief in that she didn't feel obligated to "perform" for or with me. I poured us some wine and we sat and talked for a long while. Actually, I let her do most of the talking. I learned a lot more about her family from that conversation. Her family life growing up was everything that mine was not. It sounded more like many of my friend's family lives and that of my ex-wife. Catie was the oldest (and almost three years younger than me). She had two brothers (both out of college) and then a younger sister who was about to graduate high school.

Eventually, she suggested that is was late and we should go to bed. We went into the bedroom and I asked if she left the blinds open so that her neighbors could watch us. We had a lot of fun conversations about that in the weeks since I had left. They were closed. We undressed each other with no real urgency.

She got into bed. Before I got in bed with her I suggested that, if she wanted, I could give her a nice soothing enema and massage. If all she wanted for the evening was cuddling we could do that.

She agreed to the enema and massage. I pulled the floor lamp into position. I had already seen that the bag, hose, and nozzle were hanging on the back of the bathroom door. While I was warming the water and filling the bag, she moved over to the far side of the bed closest to the lamp. When I walked into the bedroom, she was face down on the bed, the covers pulled back. I hung the bag and took the towel I had brought into the room with me and had her lift up so I could slide it underneath her. I sat down on the bed beside her and placed the jar of petroleum jelly on the nightstand beside her so that she could see it. I popped the metal lid off the jar and it gave that lightweight metal clank as it landed on the top of the nightstand.

I twisted so that could scoop some of the petroleum jelly on my left fingers. I turned back and put some if it on the enema nozzle. I don't remember why I use the petroleum jelly over the K-Y. Maybe because it wouldn't be so easily washed away.

"I forgot something." I went back to the bathroom and retrieved some of her lotion so I could gently rub her with a soothing massage/rub-down. I got back on the bed and asked her to spread her legs a little. When she did, my index finger found and traced around anus to prepare her for the nozzle. I let the tip of my finger trace over the surface.

"You can slide it into me." I did and traced and rotated my finger around the inside of her rosebud. She moaned softly as I did this for a couple of minutes before withdrawing my fingers and wiping them off. I took the nozzle and positioned it against the outer surface and let her know that I was about to insert then nozzle. With a simple "Mmmm" she acknowledged, and then it sliding into her. I got up and walked around to the other side of the bed and got up beside her on my knees. She turned her head towards me. I was hard and I was dripping pre-cum. She said nothing; just looked.

I opened the clamp all the way to allow the first of the enema to leave the hose so that the warm water in the bag would reach her rectum quickly. I then cut the flow back with the clamp so that it was a slow trickle into her. I opened the bottle of lotion and put some of the lotion on the palms of my hands to warm it before applying the lotion to the small of Catie's back. I gradually worked up her back to her shoulders and neck. She laid there with her hands under her pillow. Sometimes her eyes were open, sometimes they were closed. After reaching her neck and shoulders, I turned to apply a lotion and a nice massage to her butt and legs. I could keep an eye on the bag and see how fast it was deflating.

When I got all the way down her legs, the bag was somewhere close to half empty. I took hold of the nozzle and hose and asked her to turn over if she could. She did with no real problem. Now on her back, I started back up her legs with the lotion and massage. I rubbed around her pubic area but did not "dive in." I continued up her abdomen, mindful that Catie was being filled and not wanting to apply too much pressure. I continued up her body to her breasts, kneading them gently and lightly squeezing her nipples and finally got to her shoulders. The bag was nearly empty but not yet flat. I opened the clamp all the way and then slid down beside her as the bag emptied.

"That was nice, I need to give you one of these," Catie said to me.

"Now or later?"

"Later."

The bag was flat and I closed the clamp, leaving the nozzle inside her. I settled back beside her. I was on my left side facing her so that my hand could gently glide over her abdomen. I could hear the water churning inside her but she wasn't complaining of cramps or needing to get up to release the enema. We stayed like this for 10-15 minutes before she finally indicated that it was time for her to release. She pulled the nozzle out of her, carefully moved herself to a sitting position and got up off the bed. As she hung the nozzle across the bag on the lamp she told me to "stay put." I watched her walk to the bathroom just out of sight, heard the toilet seat lid raise up against the toilet tank, and then the first release of the enema into the toilet water.

She was in there maybe 10 minutes before she finally cleaned up, flushed the toilet, and then came back to get in bed with me. She snuggled up next to me and said "thank you." She did reach down and gently grab and squeeze my erect penis.

"If you don't mind, I think I just want to lay here with you right now." I told her that was absolutely okay and we eventually drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

I felt her get up from the bed early in the morning and heard her in the bathroom. I looked over at the clock and saw it was just a little after 4 AM. I remember thinking that she was probably peeing out some of her enema. I looked and the bag was gone from the lamp. I heard water running. Was that going to be my enema?

She returned from the bathroom and she was carrying a full bag. I was laying on my back with sheets and cover off of me.

"You're awake. I didn't mean to wake you."

She hung the bag up on the lamp.

"You know, we're going to have to get a better system if we're going to do this all the time," referring to the way we were hanging the bag.

"At home, I have hooks in the ceiling screwed into the joists next to the bed with chains. I can hang plants and decorations and it looks perfectly normal."

"What about enema bags?"

"Yes, that too. Just take down the plants and use the chain that the plants are hung on. Quite decorative, too."

She laughed at the thought. I thought that when she finally came to North Carolina to spend a weekend with me, I would have to have a couple of bags hung up when she walked into my bedroom.

"Is that for you or me?" I asked.

"It's actually for me. I was going to slide you in me and fill myself while we made love. But I can give it to you if you want."

"No, let's go with your plan."

The towel was still on the bed and we spread it out again under me. She straddled me while holding the nozzle and hose. There was no other foreplay as THIS was the foreplay. She positioned the tip of my cock and the opening of her pussy and it seemed like she was incredibly wet. I could tell she slipped the nozzle into herself and with a couple of clicks, opened the clamp to allow the (warm) water start flowing into her. In about five strokes, she had me all the way inside her. Whether real or not, it seemed like I could feel the warmth of her enema surrounding my cock.

I let her control the pace with me only changing the angle slightly from time to time or giving a little extra thrust towards the end of a stroke. It was slow, sensuous, and very "close."

"Oh, I missed this so much," she said at one point.

She had multiple orgasms. Not big, earth shattering ones, but ones where she would sit up on me and rock, with her arms and hands pulled up against her chest, eyes closed, or partially closed, and shudder and quiver above me. After about 15 minutes of this slow in and out, I finally went over the edge and filled her with my cum. The enema bag had long since flattened as I filled her other opening.

After my final spurts inside her, she pulled the nozzle out (I hadn't noticed that she had closed the clamp) and asked me to cover us. With the nozzle removed it made it easier to cover us with the sheet and blanket. She laid her head down next to mine while remaining on top of me, my cock growing softer inside her. Soon enough it would finally slip out of her and my cum would drip out of her, drain over and around my balls, down my ass crack and onto the towel under us. We chuckled together when that finally happened. Still, we laid there together.

After a few minutes she turned a bit so that she could prop her head up by her arm on the bed.

"I think I already know the answer, but can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Do you like being a dad?"

Now, I would be lying if I said that somewhere in the back of my mind that there wasn't just a bit of "panic." I could "hear" the "red alert" sound from the Star Trek series going off back there. I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"Yes. Yes, I do." I didn't ask why she asked, though I wanted to.

"You know you really light up when you talk about your son. I can see it when you're with me and hear it when you talk about him on the phone."

"I really wish I could have been in Florida with you," she said.

"I do, too."

I had told her that it would have been complicated, which she knew. There was a long pause.

"What do you like best?...About being a dad?" she added when she saw I was puzzled by her question.

"Oh, I don't know. We like doing things together. I love being able to show him the world a little bit at a time. Letting him discover it and us discovering it together, while trying to keep him safe. Seeing the world in a fresh new way."

"Oh, and I love our story time. Whether it's reading a book together with him or making up a bedtime story, I never thought that I'd like that so much."

I said much more but those were the some of the key highlights. I gave an example of us planning on going skiing together during the upcoming winter. I had just learned how to ski and I was planning on buying my own skiing equipment. And how my son wanted to learn, too, with me.

"Did your wife and you ever want another baby?"

"Yes, we talked about it. But we never did anything to make it happen."

"Too bad. I think you'd be a great dad."

It was that wording that caught my attention. Not that she I thought I was already a great dad but that I would be in the future tense. Okay, now I had to ask. I didn't ask if she was pregnant.

"Catie, I already am a great dad. Are you having our baby?"

She looked surprised. "No, silly! Is that what you thought?" waving her hand at me.

"No, I was thinking about my dad." She paused for a few moments. And the conversation between the two of us turned to her dad. She saw similarities between the him and I (at least they were good ones).

Finally, she had to get up to release the enema that had been churning for the last few minutes. As she got up off me and off the bed, she reached down gave my cock and balls a gentle squeeze, and took a finger to the puddle that had formed on my pubic mound from my cum and her juices that had been draining out of her. She brought it to my lips with just a touch, and then to her mouth to clean off. She leaned down to kiss me and said "maybe one day."

With that she headed off to the bathroom to release her enema. I was laying there thinking about that conversation we just had. I hadn't really thought about how complicated my life could become.

About ten minutes later Catie was back in bed beside me and we drifted off to sleep cuddled next to each other. It was just after 5 AM. I was aware that Catie got up to go to the bathroom a couple of times and that she slid back into bed beside me each time.

I awoke just before 10 AM. The cum that hadn't dripped off me to the towel had dried to a crusty mass in my pubic hairs and on my abdomen. I was alone in her bed. I could hear Catie in the bathroom. I noticed the enema bag was gone from the lamp. A few minutes later Catie came into the bedroom carrying her full bag, hose and nozzle in hand.

"Good morning, sleepy head. Ready to start your day?"

She hung the bag and crawled onto the bed carrying the nozzle.

"Look what I brought for you," she said holding up the nozzle. She put the nozzle against my anus and slid it in. She had pre-lubricated it. I got hard and erect quite quickly with this action. She positioned herself over my hips, positioned my cock where she wanted it, and slid down it so it was filling her ass. She had (apparently) lubricated herself so that this was an easy insertion. Once I was all the way inside her, she opened the clamp to let the enema flow into me.

She told me she had me just where she wanted me. As she slowly slid me in and out of her freshly cleaned out rectum, I felt the warm liquid flowing across my lower abdomen as it filled me. The bag flattened long before I was ready to cum and I finally "got there." Just like our earlier session at 4AM, this was a slow and intimate lovemaking session. I held her tight as I prepared to cum in her ass and then well after the last spurt had filled her. I tried to stay in her as long as I could and eventually softened to the point where I was going to slide out of her. She sat up, pulled the nozzle out of me, and then pulled my softened cock out of her ass.

She sent me to the bathroom with the bag so that I could release my enema and get cleaned up. The release was a nice compliment to the afterglow of cumming inside of Catie. After a few minutes of releasing, I got up to clean the bag, the hose, and nozzle and hung them on the back of the bathroom door. I had to sit down on the toilet a couple of more times to complete the expulsion of the enema, but I finally seemed to have released most of it.

I turned on the shower so that I could get in and get cleaned up. As I was wetting my hair to shampoo it, I felt this pair of arms and body slide in behind me. I didn't see or hear the shower curtain being pulled back. Catie tucked herself against my back, her arms wrapped around my waist and hips. It had been more than 10 years since I had this type of unexpected "visit" in the shower.

We had a nice shower together, washing each other. She took particular care in washing my cock, balls, and my ass. She wasn't quite ready to get out of the shower when I was and she said that she'd be out in a couple of minutes. I offered to start breakfast. We agreed on what to prepare and I told her that I'd serve her breakfast in bed.

After drying off and taking a clean dry towel to the bedroom, I walked down the hallway to the kitchen area in the nude. I had just gotten started with breakfast when the phone rang. Catie asked me to answer it.

"Hello?"