I arrived home from the campus on the first weekend in May. As I mentioned, things were on the outs with my girlfriend and we decided to take a break from each other. But I missed be able to spend time with her. Over the next couple of weeks, I wound down from my daily school routine to something quite a bit easier. And after a semester without enemas, it was nice to feel the flow from a bag and nozzle once again on a routine basis. I wanted to find a summer job and earn some extra money but my dad didn't want me to do that (for a number of reasons). I did end up repainting the windows and installing storm windows on the house that summer, though. But over the next couple of weeks, I caught up with all my friends who had returned from their first year on campus (except for my pregnant friend) as well as a few that were still in high school (either by phone or in person). I even went back to the high school to see some of my favorite teachers and to sit in and play in the orchestra.
Kady knew I was a NASCAR fan and actually an auto racing fan. I was a MOPAR guy and I had family members who raced dirt-track races in PA, MD, and WV and I'd go to the races. I liked Indy cars and had always watched ABC's replay of auto races (Indy and NASCAR). The previous Memorial Day, ABC had shown a same day, tape-delayed broadcast of the Indianapolis 500 and would be doing the same thing again on Memorial Day Saturday. As I mentioned previously, Kady planned a party around the Indy 500 and a time for a group of us to get together and asked if I was interested in coming to the party. It would be a cookout. I said yes, and also told her that my girlfriend and I weren't dating at the time as we were taking a break from each other so she wouldn't be coming with me. As the date for the party approached I asked Kady if I could or needed to bring anything to the party. "No, just bring yourself."
On Memorial Day weekend, I was at the house by myself for the weekend. I didn't have a car or access to a car, so getting around was either by foot, bicycle, a ride with friends, or some combination of public transportation. I didn't consider myself stuck there. Just that transportation options were limited. I don't remember where my brother was, but he was on some high school group trip (as he was now in high school) and the school year still had about two more weeks to go. My dad was off somewhere with one of his girlfriends and wouldn't be back until Monday night (at the earliest). He knew I would be at this party on Saturday night and my plan was to ride my bike over and back.
We hadn't yet installed the large window air conditioners in the main living area of the house, yet. It was something I was capable of doing on my own if I needed to cool the house down. But the temperatures were still pleasant and not muggy and humid like it could be by Memorial Day. On Friday night, I opened the porch door and turned on the attic fan to draw the cool evening and night air through the house. With no one around, I could give myself as many enemas as I liked without interruption or time concerns and so, sometime after eating dinner, I did just that. A nice leisurely set of enemas. I knew my dad would call "to make sure everything was okay," and he did, right in the middle of one of my larger "two-bag" enemas.
Our backyard was pretty secluded with limited visibility through the various openings in the hedges, bushes, and small trees that framed our yard and later in the evening, I slipped out of the house naked, carrying a full two-quart bag of warm water which I hung up on our metal clothes line, and enjoyed the sensation of taking the enema outside in the cool night air. I left the nozzle in me after the bag emptied. I couldn't lay down on the ground with the nozzle in me, but I could get on all fours with my ass up in the air when I wanted. I was very, very erect and eventually came and shot my load on the grass in our backyard.
After cumming in our backyard, I walked back to the house, expelled my enema, cleaned up, hung the bag back in its usual place and lay down naked in my bed (which was the way I had already been sleeping for more than a year) to watch TV. I probably watched Johnny Carson's opening monologue but fell asleep. I awoke in the middle of the night at the TV station sign-off (yes, they really used to do that with the National Anthem). I tuned off the TV and the lights and drifted back to sleep. I slept pretty late on Saturday morning. The house was cool from the nighttime air, but the sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky and the air was warming up. I got up, turned off the attic fan and closed the door to the porch. I don't remember much more about the morning other than I probably fixed a late breakfast or early lunch. I wasn't a coffee drinker at that time, so coffee wasn't part of the morning game plan.
Sometime in the late morning, I put on my swimming suit (a Speedo style but not Speedo brand) and took a book, a couple of towels and set out a chaise lounge chair behind the house. Although our backyard was mostly secluded, I wasn't bold enough to sunbathe in the nude. I don't remember the book I was reading, but it was a paperback book of some sort. I would periodically turn over or would have to move the chair because of the tree shade moving across the backyard. Although it wasn't humid, the sun beating down was quite warm and it made me sweat. I would periodically get up and get a drink of water.
Around 1:30 PM, I thought the idea of a nice cooling enema might be a good idea. I went in through the garage, went upstairs, and got the bag out of the shower and brought it downstairs. There was a basic "utility bathroom" in the basement. The entire basement was finished with linoleum tiles and the main area was paneled with knotty pine and had a bar installed. My dad had also put a large carpet remnant and pad down on the floor in the the main basement area in front of the fireplace so that much of the main basement room area was carpeted rather than the cold, hard linoleum overtop of the concrete floor underneath. But the bathroom was little more than a small framed-in room with a toilet, sink, a mirror over the sink with a light over the mirror. There were a couple of nails in the wooden studs, a simple toilet paper holder, a paper towel holder and another small mirror hung on a picture holder between two of the studs. There was a hollow core door that provided privacy in addition to another privacy divider outside of the bathroom entrance (made of the same finished pine material as the paneled walls. The window was a tilt-in frosted window at the top of the wall that would let in light during the day and provide "ventilation" for the bathroom. The sink wasn't very large or deep, so I took the red open top bag and filled it with cool water in our deep sinks in the utility room. I then hung the bag up in the bathroom on one of the nails for later use.
I had moved the chair to the far end of the driveway where it was relatively flat. I could move out into the yard, but the slope of the yard fell away from the driveway beyond the short wall of imbedded cinder blocks. From that position, I could only see a short distance up the driveway and part of the street in front of the house as well as the side street that met at a T-intersection just below the house, as it was mostly shielded by the house and some of our hedges. My dad had an old car stored at the other side of the driveway, so there was a limit how far I could move across the driveway to follow the sun. Laying face down reading my book, I must have dozed off to sleep because I didn't hear the car pull into the driveway and stop towards the front of the house. The sound of the driver's side door must have awakened me and I was a bit groggy as she walked down the driveway to where I was laying in the chair. But I looked up through my Foster Grant sunglasses and there was Kady walking down the driveway. Even though she was going to see me in about four hours, she stopped by because she could see me laying in the chair as she drove down that side street. She was going to stop at her girlfriend's house a couple of doors up the street on her way home when she saw me there.
Remember, I hadn't seen her since December when she was wearing a long, dark sequined formal dress and she had lost some weight during the fall semester. Now she was walking down my driveway wearing nicely fit short orange mini-shorts and a knit, scoop-neck shirt with a base white color and thin, multicolored stripes that ran horizontally around the shirt and really accentuated her figure. She looked fucking incredible. She had lost so much weight and she had grown about another inch or so taller since high school. I got up off my stomach without falling over the chair, I was so stunned. She was happy to see me and went to hug me. I warned her I was pretty sweaty, but we hugged anyway. She was pretty solid feeling as I hugged her. I told her just how incredible she looked and she told me that she started to loose weight just from her daily activities at the hospital/nursing school she was attending. It took only a little extra work and the pounds starting coming off. You have to remember I had never seen her like this. She revealed that she had lost a total of 54 pounds. But she also returned the complement to me "Look at you!" I told her that in addition to all the walking on campus, I had been running and had to do some weight lifting to help my shoulder heal and regain strength from a dislocated shoulder I suffered in the first week on the campus. I was 16 pounds lighter than when I had left for school, but I was much more muscularly built than the year before.
We stood there at the end of the driveway talking for, I don't know, 15-20 minutes? We talked about our friend who had just had her baby, we talked generally about our plans for the summer. She did ask me if it was "over" between my girlfriend and I. I told her I didn't know. We hadn't spoken in a couple of weeks though I had called her once and she didn't return the call. She asked if we had a fight? No, we just get to a certain point and everything in the relationship seems to "lock up," which was exactly how I described it. She didn't ask for anymore details and I didn't provide any. Instead, I turned the attention back to her and asked "What about you? You must have guys drooling." She laughed and said, yes but she was too busy with school to get sidetracked.
I finally thought to aske her if she wanted something to drink since I was pretty thirsty from sweating in the sun and she accepted. I told her that I didn't have much but I could offer her milk, water, iced tea, or lemonade. She said she wanted lemonade and we walked into the basement through the garage. As we went in, continuing the conversation about her hot body and guys lusting over it I asked what her current measurements were. "38-24-36" she replied. I told her that those were Playboy measurements and she thanked me for the compliment.
Normally, I would walk through the basement without turning the lights on, but with others who didn't know the basement like I did, I would most definitely turn them on. Having walked through the garage she saw there was no car and she asked me if my dad or brother were at the house. "No, they're both gone for the weekend." She was walking behind me (admiring my butt in the swim suit according to her) as we walked through the basement to the stairs that led to the kitchen. As I finished the answer to her question, she reached forward, grabbed me by my right wrist and pulled firmly to turn me around to face her. As soon as I was facing her, she wrapped her left arm around my waist and pulled us together and positioned herself to plant a passionate kiss on my lips. We held each other in this embrace, lip-locked, until she stepped through my open legs to gently lower me to the floor. I couldn't believe this was happening as she dropped down to lay on top of me to continue what she had started. Man, instant hard on poking right out the top of my swimsuit. But she was on top of me and there wasn't anything I could do about it. At the same time, I'm trying to remember if I had packed any condoms in my boxes from school and if so, where were they?
It was really nice to have her in my arms on top of me. I knew that this was something that she had longed for but other circumstances had gotten in the way. I don't know how long we were entwined as my hands glided under her shirt and into her shorts. But she finally sat up straddled across my hips, pulled her shirt over her head and then unsnapped her bra. She tossed them aside. In the light, I could really appreciate the appearance, size, and solidness of her breasts. Cadillac bumper bullets. She looked down and saw the underside of the head of my penis over the top of my swim suit. There was small. slimy puddle forming on my abdomen as well as wetting the front of her shorts. She had her crotch firmly placed on the base of my penis through the layers of cloth and the swimsuit I was wearing.
"And what do we have here?" she asked as she looked down. She said something about having to release me and she grabbed one of the ends of the tie strings and pulled the knot loose to loosen the swim suit from my waist. She grabbed the waist band and slid the suit from under me and down my legs as she "walked" down my legs on her knees until she was far enough down for her to pull them off my legs and toss them aside. I was trying to remember if I still had any condoms from when I was on the campus (and what box they might be stored in) when she came back up and placed her crotch back on top of the base of my penis. Now I had access to suck on her breasts and how wonderful that was as she slowly grinded on me while my mouth went back and forth from one breast to the other and to her lips. I wasn't close to cumming yet, or if I was, it would happen very accidentally, but she was having these little orgasms on top of me. Finally, after one of these waves passed, she got up off of me, told me to "stay right there" and that she was going to the bathroom and she's be right back. I lay there and watched her walk away in her cute orange shorts. I was in a dreamy state, wondering if this was really happening or whether I was still outside dreaming this.
I heard the bathroom door close.
And then the moment of terror.