It was Fall semester of my junior year. I was busy with coursework, but I had elected to play intramural soccer. Soccer in the 1970s was not played in that many colleges, but I enjoyed it and it was a good workout, too.

Toward the beginning of October we were having a game that was going really well for our team, but all of a sudden I collided with a player from the other team, I fell to the ground, and the first thing I noticed was that my should hurt--bad. The coach walked me off the field, took off my jersey and checked me over. Being intramurals there was no medical staff present so he had a couple of my team mates take me to the college infirmary. The nurse examined me, gave me an envelop of pain pills, but told me that she wanted me to get it checked out thoroughly. She made an appointment for me at a sports medicine clinic not far from campus and two hours later I sat in its waiting room.

One of the nurses took me to an examining room, recorded my medical history, and without even seeing one of the doctors said that they would need an x-ray. She handed me a folder and told me to go to the radiology section at the end of the hall. When I walked in an extremely attractive technician greeted me.

“Hi, I’m Elise and will be taking your x-rays this afternoon.” When I say attractive, I mean really attractive at about 5’ 7”, trim, and with an extremely nice figure. She wore a nurse’s uniform, but had no nurses cap and her name tag called her a radiology technician. She led me to the x-ray room where she positioned me in front of the machine and took several exposures. With hazel eyes and brunette hair worn up, she could have taken all the time she wanted.

Elise was quite young, my guess maybe a year or so older than I was. Making conversation I asked “How long have you been doing this?”

“Maybe a year or so, but I only started working for sports medicine last month,” she told me.

“Really? So where did you work before here?”

“I spent about six months with a gastroenterology practice.”

“You weren’t taking x-rays of sprains and breaks there though,” I said still trying to make small talk.

“No, not quite. I was the technician who was in charge of giving the barium enemas,” she said with a little smile.

“That’s different,” I replied just about choking on the tepid response.

“It is and it isn’t because there were only two kinds of x-ray that we did. One checks the upper system and the enema is for checking the lower. It was really pretty boring. At least here I get to x-ray arms, legs, ankles, hips, feet, or hands. You name it.”

“So in six months you had to have given a lot of enemas.”

“You could say that, but they really aren’t exactly rocket science. Now hold still for one last picture.”

Elise had finished and walked me back to an examining room. “The doctor will be right in and I’ll have these to him in a few minutes,” she told me. In the meantime I’m thinking how awful cute she really was and I had to make a move fast.

“So I suppose you have a boy friend?”

“No, not really. Why?”

“Well, since I’m not going to be playing soccer anytime soon, I thought you might want to go to a game.”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” she said and wrote her phone number on a little slip of paper that she took from her uniform pocket. “Call me,” was her last words and then she was gone.

As it turned out nothing was broken, but the doctor did decide to send me for physical therapy. About a week or so later I decided to give Elise a call and it turned out that she was as thrilled to hear from me as I was with the opportunity to be able to call her. We did, in fact, go to a soccer game after which we went for pizza. We liked each other’s company and had another date a week later.

When I went to drop her off at her apartment, Elise asked me to come in for a late night coffee, to which I readily agreed.

“Thanks for the nice time,” she said, “but tell me there was something more that attracted you to me.”

“I just thought that you seemed like a nice caring girl and I’d like to get to know you better, that’s all.”

Then Elise gave me the strangest look and said, “I also saw that funny little smirk on your face when I told you that I had been the one to give the barium enemas at my last job.”

“Well, it’s not that I run into people with careers like those all the time.”

“And . . . ?”

“And what?”

“That did make me more interesting?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“How interesting?”

“I thought that you are a very attractive girl and my mind wandered to the idea of you giving a guy an enema.”

“You mean like giving you an enema, don’t you?”

“OK, to be honest with you, yes. The idea of you giving me an enema seemed like a very interesting thought.”

“So I take it that you have had an enema or two?”

My pulse quickened and I knew that my face flushed to the point that I wasn’t going to be able to dodge this question. “Yeah, I had a couple from my mother growing up.”

“But you know it would be a different experience getting one from somebody other than your mother.”

“Yeah, I suppose it would.”

“I like you a lot, but what would you say if I were to suggest that I give you an enema?”

“Ah, well, ah . . .”

“It isn’t a tough question. I could you know.”

“Yeah, I suppose. . . “

“Well, do you or don’t you?” she asked pressing the issue. The possibilities ran through my head and the idea of getting an enema and then hopefully even having sex with this really very good looking lady was too much of a compelling argument.

“Well, OK,” I finally said.

“Come on then,” Elise said took me by the hand and we headed towards the bathroom. All of the butterflies that I knew from years past were once again there. “What if I really don’t do this to her expectations?” I asked myself over and over knowing that if I messed up, sex would be certainly out of the question.

In the bathroom, Elise took out a common red two-quart enema bag from under the sink. “This is probably what you got your previous enemas from?”

I nodded and said “yes.”

“While this isn’t what I would use to give you a barium enema, it’s what we will use on you today. Besides, I’m not going to give you a barium one, but just one to provide a very good cleaning out.” As Elise was bent over looking into the vanity I could not help but notice how nice her butt was. In her jeans it looked just about perfect and that led to wondering how many enemas she had likely given herself.

Elise stood up and ran the water at the sink and asked me, “Have you ever made an enema?” Although I knew what it would be, I really had never made one by myself so I said, “No, not really.”

“It’s not that difficult,” she said handing me the bag. “Just hold it under the faucet and let it fill. I’ll add some salt and that’s all there is to it.” Soon the bag was completely full and she attached the hose. “So, do you have any questions before we continue?”

“Yes, just one. Do you take enemas yourself?”

“Yes, I try to do about one a week. They make me feel wonderful afterwards. You’ll see in a couple of minutes, but right now I need you to take your pants off and kneel down on all fours on this towel, turn your head to one side and rest it on the floor,” she explained spreading a huge towel over the rug on the bathroom floor.

I hesitated for a minute not wanting to be immodest, but Elise said, “It is not a problem I have gotten to see lots of guys since I started this job. Go ahead and get those pants and shorts off.” I did what she said and got down on the towel on all fours. “What have I gotten myself into?” I asked myself. Behind me Elise coated a nozzle with KY. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that this was not your typical rectal nozzle.

“My God, but that thing is huge!” I exclaimed.

“It’s a barium nozzle and they stay inserted a lot better,” she explained as she placed the nozzle to the opening of my butt. “There, you’ll see that this works a lot better.”

She told me to take a deep breath and when I did, that nozzle just seemed to pop into place. Once satisfied that it was properly inserted and that its bulbous end would prevent it from slipping out of me, Elise started the flow. I could immediately sense the feeling of the warm water and then the pressure apparently hit my prostate because I got the most intense erection. Elise didn’t say anything, but let out with a quiet giggle that meant that she had seen it. The enema continued and that nozzle sure stayed put just as she had said it would. It took almost 10 minutes for me to take the entire bag, but Elise had been so expert that it was totally comfortable. She shut the clamp, withdrew the nozzle, and put everything in the sink.

“I’ll leave you alone for a few minutes, but I promise I’ll be back.”

I sat on the toilet and let out the enema. This was the first that I had experienced one in years, but I still knew what was happening. I sat there just peacefully letting the waves of urges come over me and releasing each one once it built to a point where I could not hold it any longer. I must have been there for nearly 15 minutes when there came a knock at the door and Elise said, “Can I come in.”

“Sure. I think I’ve finished.” Elise came into the bathroom, but she had changed and was wearing just a short pink terry robe.

“That wasn’t that difficult, was it?” she asked running the water at the sink.

“No, not really,” I replied.

“Do you think you know how it is done?”

“Yeah, I could do one on my own.”

“That’s good,” she said refilling the bag. “Because now I want you to give me one. Think you can manage that?” she asked as she screwed in the stopper.

“Huh?” I thought to myself, but then said “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good, then take this,” she said then handed me the bulging bag. Moments later she was kneeling on the towel with her butt in the air and her head on the towel. While she kept the robe on, it was obvious that she had nothing on underneath.

“Put some lube on the nozzle and gently work into my butt just like I did with you,” she instructed. I did as she said and only then did I realize what a terrific body this girl had. Just like for me the nozzle slipped in and the bulbous head made it secure in her rectum. I opened the clamp and let the enema begin.

Elise literally purred as she began to fill. “So you enjoy an enema?” I asked.

”I do! It makes me feel great and besides they’re supposed to be really good for you, too, because they flush all of the built-up toxins out.” Some minutes passed and the enema continued to flow into her sweet little rosebud, but eventually the bag was empty.

“You’re done. That was easy,” I said as I slowly worked the nozzle from her butt. Like Elise, I left the bathroom for several minutes so she could be alone. When I came back she had just finished rinsing out the bag and was hanging it to dry.

“Now, that we are both nice and cleaned out, there is one last thing that we need to do,” said Elise as she untied the belt to her robe and let it hang open revealing her perky little boobies. My penis immediately stood at attention.

Elise laughed, “That was the reaction that I was hoping for.” She then came over to me, put her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss, tongue and all. I reached inside the robe and found her erect pink nipples. I took one between a thumb and forefinger and then brought my mouth and gave a strong suck.

“Ohhh! Keep doing that,” Elise purred. While doing as I was told I let my right hand slip down to her little clitty, which easily revealed by its wetness how very excited Elise was. My middle finger easily slipped in and I gave her a deep fingering, the result of which was to elicit that wonderful scent of an excited woman that I had grown to love when doing heavy petting.

We retreated to across the hall, Elise sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled me down on top of her. “Get those undies off. I want you,” she commanded.

The idea that I was going to make love to the sexiest woman that I have ever laid eyes on meant that I did not have to be asked twice. Still in the short pink robe, she spread her legs revealing a bush that didn’t quite hide the moisture on the lips of her vagina. In an instant I was inside of her and she began gyrating her butt. It wasn’t long before I was making long deliberate thrusts into her and shortly after that my penis exploded with semen just as she was orgasming.

“Oh my God, but you were good!” she exclaimed.

“So were you,” was the last thing I remember saying before the two of us fell asleep in one another’s arms. When morning came I saw that I had slipped out of her and that there was a decided wet spot where her vagina had drained my semen out during the night. Elise then awoke and said, “I think I have to pee.” So did I.

She went first and then I relieved myself. As I was doing that she got out her douche bag and started preparing a rinse for herself at the sink. While I had finished, I still was curious and watched the process as she hung the white rubber bag from a hook near the toilet, sat down, inserted the nozzle, and began the flow. Then after about a minute she snapped shut the clamp and removed the nozzle.

“You didn’t finish it all?” I asked.

“No, but I will,” she said fishing her fingers up into her vagina and pulling out her diaphragm. “I take half the douche first, remove this, and then take the rest of the douche,” she explained reinserting the nozzle and finishing taking the douche. It seemed only logical, but I was so interested in having sex with Elise that I didn’t even think of birth control.

“To be honest, you are a little like an ongoing experiment for me. Guys who are comfortable enough to let me give them an enema get to make love to me.”

“You have to be kidding.”

“No, not at all. Guys who are too macho want nothing to do with getting an enema from me which tells me that they are only going to think about their needs while we’re having sex, and not about mine.”

“So you decide who you are going to go to bed with depending on whether you are allowed to give them an enema?”

“That’s about it. I don’t have sex a lot, but when I do it is with a guy who isn’t all about himself. You are a sensational lover and I’d gladly have sex with you again.”

“Really? Do I have to take another enema though?”

“Yes, you do. The enema you had last night was just a routine sort of one. Each time we will experiment and perhaps get a bit more kinky.”

We went to the kitchen, had some coffee and a piece of toast and chatted more about what I thought was Elise’s really odd approach to sex. I decided to pursue it and we decided to have another date.