By Nick

Finally, Andy, my old classmate and friend came across. For years he’d been tantalizing me with raves about Bonnie, the daughter of his parents’ old friends.

Bonnie, he repeated, was beautiful, bright, and talented, came from a fine family etc. This was the match the two sets of parents were hoping for.

But, probably because of this very fact, Andy never dated her. He showed me vacation picture of her parents, brother, and Bonnie made when she was about 14. she was very pretty, tall, and was wearing a tiny bikini and an intriguing sly smile.

Now, after a few close calls Andy actually got engaged. “ok, ted. Bonnie’s yours. I’ve called and told her about you and she’d like to meet you.”

I called that day and arranged to meet Bonnie Saturday afternoon in the lobby of the museum of modern art in Manhattan. I got tickets to a play and planned to meet friends at the theater. I caught an early morning shuttle to La Guardia.

I walked into the museum lobby. Being Saturday it was crowded. I spotted a tall blond girl wearing a camel’s hair coat and a red scarf, which Bonnie had described so I’d recognize her, standing by a pillar. As I approached I could see that she was gorgeous, sort of regal –looking, breath-taking in fact. What luck! Andy, you were nuts to avoid this person.

“Bonnie ?” I asked/

“You must be Ted. I’m glad to meet you.” She smiled. Sort of the same sly smile she wore in the picture. But no bikini. It was winter in New York, a brilliant day but below freezing.

We walked the few blocks to the Plaza hotel, arm in arm. We took a small table by the corner window in the Oak room and ordered wine.

She’d graduated from a famous women’s college 2 years before and was working part time in an art gallery…I was increasingly drawn to her.

I took the chance of rejection and placed my hand on her thigh, just above her knee. She smiled but didn’t remove my hand. Emboldened, I slowly migrated up her thigh to her groin, and then to her inner thigh, just below her crotch. She was wearing a panty girdle, as many girls did back then. Again, no objection to my hand placement. My hormones were raging. She took my hand and said “not here.”

I paid the bill, over tipped gratefully, we ran to the street, and grabbed a cab to my hotel near the UN.

In my small cramped room we shed out outer clothes. Bonnie stepped into the bathroom and I sat in the overstuffed chair. On emerging, Bonnie sat on the arm of my chair. As we continued getting to know one another I boldly reached my hand under her skirt and rubbed her thigh and then her crotch. But I couldn’t get my hand under the tight leg of her panty girdle, and Bonnie didn’t help.

Suddenly she got up , stepped over to the bed and threw herself on it, her long legs dangling over the edge, slightly spread. I kissed her, fondled her lovely breasts, and began to rub her between her legs. She rose to meet my hand. And said “don’t be nice to me.”

What did she mean by this? I had the sudden and strong impulse to turn her over, rip off that damned girdle and fuck her in the ass.

But I suddenly realized that we had to leave for the theater. I would gladly have forgone the play in favor of our own play except that I had no way to contact my friends at that late hour (no cell phones back then) and they’d be worried.

So, with deep regret I pulled Bonnie to her feet and we left. We arrived at the theater just as the curtain was about to rise, to the obvious relief of my friends. They looked appreciatively at my date, signaling that they understood what had made us late.

Bonnie and I held hands during the play. Hers were sweating, and we kept squeezing each other. I don’t think I heard a word of the production. The fantasies going through my head trumped the action onstage.

After a hurried dessert with the couple, Bonnie and I cabbed to her home in the suburbs. I had my hand under her coat the whole time, vigorously rubbing her mound as she rhythmically rose to meet my fingers. I could have made love to her right there.

The house was very large on beautiful grounds. Her father greeted us at the door. Nice man, a wealthy manufacturer. “very nice to meet you, Ted. Andrew has told us a lot about you. I understand you’re doing some cutting-edge research at the Institute. Tell me about it.”

We chatted for a while, and then as I made ready to leave, he said “Ted. You’ll have a hard time getting a cab at this hour and I think the busses have stopped running. In any event it’ll take you an hour or maybe two to get back to the city and it’s freezing out there. It makes no sense. Why don’t you spend the night here ?

I stammered something about not wanting to impose, but he was persuasive and Bonnie was nodding enthusiastic agreement. I happily capitulated.

Bonnie led me up to her brother’s bedroom. He was a junior away at college. His room was that of a typical undergrad, lots of sports items and equipment, the walls hung with very sexy pin-ups and a pile of playboys and penthouses on the floor beside the bed.

Bonnie brought out a pair of her brother’s pajamas and said “I think these will fit you. And we even have extra toothbrushes. I hope you’ll be comfortable. Now I’m going to get ready and you can use the bathroom after me, if you don’t mind.”

She walked into the bathroom, which connected my bedroom with hers. My fantasies were running wild. What was in store?

I heard Bonnie flush the toilet, then there was the sink running and the sound of some container being filled, and then shaken. After a few minutes Bonnie called “ ok, Ted, you can come in now”

I’d changed into the pajamas. They were a bit small and my erection projected through the fly. I didn’t care.

I opened the door, and there stood Bonnie, wearing a short sheer nightgown. Her breasts filled out the top of the gown and her erect nipples were clearly visible. Her lush brown pubic hair showed through the fabric. I took her in my arms and kissed her. We tongued each other deeply while my hands explored her body. I bent down and kissed her breasts while my hand found her wet cunt and entered it.

Suddenly Bonnie drew back and dropped to the floor onto her knees and rested her head on her arms.

“Look behind you.”

I did. Hanging from the shower curtain rod was a full enema bag, soapsuds dripping down its sides. A jar of Vaseline on the floor beside Bonnie.

“I told you not to be nice to me ! Now stick the enema tube up me and fill me up hard!”

Startled, but excited to capacity, I knelt beside her , took a large gob of Vaseline and spread it around her pink anus and shoved my finger , not gently, deep inside her rectum and moved it rapidly in and out of her.

“That feels wonderful. Do it harder!” I withdrew my finger and shoved my penis into her rectum forcefully. Bonnie began to buck and moan soon we both came. I shot my load into her.

“Don’t wait ! I want you to give me the enema now!”

I took the hose and noticed that in place of the usual enema tip Bonnie had attached a hollow plastic molded penis with a hole at its tip.

While caressing her cunt I slipped this large enema dildo far up into her rectum and opened the clip.

Bonnie moaned and gyrated as the enema filled her I slipped my again erect penis into her vagina. Soon I came. “Make me hold it !” she whispered. I slipped my penis into her rectum, blocking her until she begged for relief. I felt I had entered some fantasy of hers in which she was being punished with a sexual enema. Punished for what?

After expelling the enema Bonnie came into my bedroom. She’d obviously been crying. “I hope I didn’t hurt you, Bonnie. That was quite a workout.”

“No, you didn’t hurt me enough! I want you to give me another enema, and fill me up with two bags!”

We went back into the bathroom. This time I filled the bag with plain warm tap water and some salt, concerned about electrolyte depletion.

This time she wanted me to sit on the stool by the make-up mirror and she draped herself over my lap, like a little girl being given an enema against her will. I inserted the dildo deep into her rectum and opened the clip. As the enema flowed into her I caressed her cunt and masturbated her clitoris. She managed to take half the second bag.

“Plug me up again with your penis”

I stood her up and bent her far over. I slipped my penis into her vagina, coating it with her secretions, and entered her rectum. We stayed joined for about ten minutes, Bonnie whimpering with pain.

I insisted that she expel the enema, delighted with our sex play but disturbed at her compulsion to be hurt.

We went to bed, had sex, vaginal, oral, and anal, two or three times during the night. The next morning, more of the same. Fortunately her father had left. We made passionate love before I had to fly back to DC.

I called her a few days later to ask her to come down for the weekend.

“No, I never want to see you again !”

“What? I don’t understand. What’s wrong?”

“You’re too perfect for me”

I was crestfallen. But no amount of persuading worked.

I tried again the following week. Same incredible refusal. “you’re too perfect for me”.

A year later I was seated next to Bonnie’s aunt at Andy’s wedding.

“How’s Bonnie ?” I asked.

Her aunt rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Bonnie’s been driving the family crazy since she graduated from college. She’s been running around with some rough types. Motorcycle people and worse. She refuses to see a psychiatrist. She sometimes returns home after several days, beaten and bruised. Noone seems to understand why she’s doing this. Or be able to intervene”

Now I understood, sort of. She was rebelling against her fine family. Maybe they’d expected too much of her. Her rebellion consisted of unacceptable behavior and rough friends, and our encounter, which initially showed such promise, to me at least, became her way of getting some real affection and being punished at the same time.

That was the last I or Andy heard about Bonnie. The families just avoided mentioning her. What a tragedy ! What a waste !