With all the kids now seeming to go on spring break this month I thought I would give this epic another little twist. Again, thanks for everyone's kind comments.

Chapter 1 - Spring Break

As our three friends, Autumn, Carla, and Steffy got a few weeks into their Spring semester and the dead of winter was still upon them, the thoughts of getting away to somewhere warm became a recurring thought. Some of their friends were heading to the Caribbean, Mexico, and other exotic places, but the girls thought that Florida was a more practical solution since they could save money by driving there plus Carla’s dad, the same one that found the tickets to the concert last summer, had a friend with a small condo on the Gulf coast that was not being used. The girls would be free to use it so long as they promised to not have any wild parties and that they would leave it as clean as they found it.

Spring break occurred early this year and the day before they were supposed to begin the trip the northeast got hit with yet another snowstorm. The weekend before, Carla had gone home to get her mom’s trusty Prius that would be their transportation for the road trip. Carla had packed her bags, including such necessities as a couple of bikinis, but found herself wearing an insulated down jacket and wellies as she cleaned off the car. Late afternoon she set out to go pick up the other two girls and first retrieved Autumn who was also a bit bummed out about the weather and, like Carla, was also wearing wellies and an insulated coat. Then the two drove another couple of hours to meet up with Steffy. Since her college was on the way, the other two overnighted in her dorm room and early Saturday morning were already on the interstate heading south. Eventually the sun came out and melted the snow making for a sloppy mess, but the clear sky was a great omen and their moods improved dramatically.

Aside from the required stops for gas, something to eat, and to occasionally switch drivers our trio arrived at the condo just after the sun was setting. They checked out the condo and decided that Steffy and Autumn would share the bedroom with the twin beds and Carla got the other bedroom with the double bed. Each bedroom had its own bathroom plus there was another full bath off of the center hall, which Autumn agreed to use leaving the bath off their bedroom to Steffy. They unloaded the car, made sandwiches from the groceries they had brought, quickly ate, and turned in for a well-earned night’s sleep.

In the morning, the sun streaming through the windows awoke the three girls at about the same moment. They were excited to be on break, but even more excited to be somewhere warm without any ice, slush, or snow. Steffy, still in just her sleep shirt, opened the sliding glass door and stepped out on the deck to take in the view of the Gulf. The condo was located on the third floor, but the building was situated so that nobody blocked their view. It was spectacular.

Soon the other two joined Steffy, remarked at how lucky they were that Carla’s dad had come through for them once again. Steffy found some bowls for granola and Carla put on coffee. They sat down to enjoy their breakfast.

“This is awesome granola. What kind is it?” asked Carla.

“I don’t know. I just grabbed the cheapest one. It is good and crunchy, too,” said Autumn.

Steffy picked up the box to read the ingredients. “It says here that this is the highest fiber cereal available and has a very high flax seed content.”

“Flax?! Isn’t that supposed to make you poop?”

“Yeah, it does,” said Steffy. “Although I came equipped to help out in that department should I need to.”

At this comment both Autumn and Carla broke out into uncontrolled laughter. “So did I,” the other two chorused. “And like the American Express card, I won’t leave home without it,” added Carla.

“Will any of you every forget New Year’s Eve?” asked Steffy. “I know I sure won’t.” The others shook their heads in agreement and more laughter ensued.

“So I am assuming that both of you have been making good use of our newly discovered healthy practice?” Said Autumn.

“I sure have,” said Steffy. “I just can’t believe how there was a time when I though an enema was just plain awful. I’ve done a couple since the first of the year.”

“So have I,” interjected Autumn. “How about you. Carla?”

“I have, too, but what is even more interesting is that I learned that I am not the only girl on the floor doing one either.”

“How did you ever discover that?” asked Steffy.

“It was sort of an embarrassing situation, but one morning when the hall was quiet I decided to do an enema in the bathroom. I had used the shower stall before and this time I had no sooner filled my syringe and hung it in the shower when one of the other girls came in and saw what I was doing.”

“Oh my gosh. What did she say? What did you do? I would have died,” said Autumn.

“She didn’t say anything and neither did I. She went into one of the toilet stalls so I proceed to do what I intended. Then she left, but when I was expelling she returned and began to take a shower. I finished, came out, got the syringe, and hoped to clean it up before she finished. But no such luck. That’s when we had a conversation.”

“Conversation? What was there to talk about?”

“She told me that she didn’t want to embarrass me, but I was hardly alone and that the best place to take an enema was in the little powder room off the lounge.”

“So you gave it a try?”

“I did, but the first time that I went to use it, the door was locked. I waited but when one of the other girls came out she was not being the least bit bashful about carrying her enema bag.”

“Did you talk to her?”

“We only said ‘hi’, but we both knew what we used the powder room for.”

“So you went in and used it next. Right?”

“I did, but when I came out there was another girl wanting to get in. We didn’t share any information, but in my haste to finish up had left my tube of KY and the hanger for my enema bag on the towel rack. She politely gave it back to me, but you might say that now I knew about three girls on my floor and of course they know what I occasionally do. I suspect that there are still others, but college women doing enemas is not as rare as the three of us thought.”

“I don’t think anyone on my floor knows about me taking enemas,” said Autumn.

Steffy didn’t say much other than, “I’m going to go shower and put my suit on. The warm rays are already calling me to come visit them,” said Steffy putting her cereal bowl in the dishwasher and heading off in the direction of the bedroom.

“Good idea,” said Carla. Then the others headed off in their own directions shortly thereafter, but with all the talk about doing enemas, Steffy decided that having not been in three days that she might need a little help herself and in addition to taking her new bikini and the other bathroom items, also took her syringe with her.

Once in the bathroom Steffy filled the basin with warm water, swished the bar of soap from the soap dish around, assembled the hose to the outlet on the bag, and used the water glass to fill the bag about half way. She hung the bag, stepped out of her panties, and inserted the nozzle. She kneeled on the rug, released the clamp, and moved her head and upper torso down to the floor. Steffy had given herself enough enemas that she knew the feeling, which she had grown to love, and just relaxed as she filled. A few minutes later she had taken all of what she prepared so she moved to the toilet and let it out. There was no question in her mind that an enema was the right thing for her to do this morning.

When Steffy was done she cleaned herself up, ran the shower, got in and in addition to cleaning her body, shaved her legs, and washed her hair. After the long drive of the day before the shower was like a little piece of heaven. After stepping out and drying herself off, Steffy removed the tags from the new pink and green bikini, pulled on the bottoms, put her breasts in the cups of the bra and hooked it from behind. After adjusting everything, she looked in the mirror and really did like what she saw. “Now I am really ready to go sit on the beach and catch those rays,” she said to herself exiting the bathroom. Five minutes after that Steffy was joined by her two friends and together they went down to the beach to hopefully not do much of anything for the whole day. . . except that is to catch up on more news.

Chapter 2 - Soaking Up the Sun

When Steffy came out of her bedroom wearing the new bikini, both Autumn and Carla chorused, “Cute suit” in approval. Bikinis seemed to be the order of the day with Carla wearing a minimal string one and Autumn with a very stylish color block boy short suit. No matter what they would attract some attention when hitting the beach scene. The beach was a short five minute walk from the condo and the three wasted no time finding a spot, spreading a blanket, and applying sunscreen. The warmth felt good and after several weeks steady of wearing rainboots and insulated parkas on campus it was a welcome change.

While the sun was warm, the weather was pleasant with a cool breeze coming in off the Gulf. The three turned really lazy just lying there, but not so lazy that there was no conversation.

“Carla, you said that there are a bunch of girls doing enemas on your floor. I’m really amazed because I don’t think I know of any at my dorm.”

“Yeah, by last count I think that five of the 20 of us make regular visits to the powder room to do one,” said Carla. “We don’t talk amongst ourselves, except between me and my friend Melissa, the one who saw me in the bathroom that first time.”

“Too bad she couldn’t have come down here with us. She probably would have fit right in,” quipped Autumn.

“She probably would have. I think you guys would like her, but she is the one who got her first ever enema from a boyfriend,” said Carla.

“That is too much. I’m not certain I would be willing to let a guy give me one,” said Steffy wrinkling up her nose in disapproval.

“I know that none of us are still virgins, but I agree with Steffy,” interjected Autumn. “A guy giving me an enema is not something that I would be ready to try anytime soon. But that said before we ever got to that he would have had to be doing me.”

“I’m not sure about being ready to dismiss that idea at the moment. During the past couple of weeks I just cannot seem to get my mind off of the idea. The problem is whether bringing up that subject would be enough to scare away any guy that happened to have become fond of,” added Carla.

“How can you say that? Especially when you are not even seeing anybody at the moment,” said Autumn.

“But that does not mean that I wouldn’t want a guy to give me one does it?”

“No, I suppose you’re right, but you really got to get the guy first. Come to think of it, not just a guy, but the right guy. There’s something telling me that if you bring up the subject of enemas with most guys that will be the last you see of them,” said Steffy in her typical analytical frame of mind.

“I suppose you are making a good point,” conceded Carla. “But that doesn’t mean that I can’t fantasize about it.”

“True enough. I have to admit that there have been moments when I’ve been doing an enema when I have thought that it might be nice to have some fabulous hunk helping me,” added Steffy.

“Really?” asked Autumn.

“Yeah, but by the time that I am really into my fantasy the bag is empty and I have to come back to reality. It’s fun while it lasts, though,” she said giggling.

“And when was the last time that you did that?” asked Autumn with more than a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Can you believe about an hour ago?” confessed Steffy.

“What?! No way! You mean to tell us that you did an enema before coming down to the beach?”

“Well, I did.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? I felt that I needed one, that’s why. It had been a couple of days and it left me feeling great. You can’t tell me that you don’t feel the need and take one just because you want to rather than because you need to.”

This conversation gave Carla cause to reflect on her own feelings. Ever since she and Melissa had had their little talks and when Melissa admitted that the first enema she had ever gotten was from a guy, Carla had been intrigued by the idea. No, it was much more than intrigued, it was a matter of fantasizing about it. “I think I can relate to the idea of taking an enema because I want one and not necessarily because I need one,” admitted Carla.

“This is what my sister, Katie, was telling me over holiday break when she insisted that an enema was a good way to relieve stress. Think about all the weird stuff that puts stress into our lives. Certainly exams for me,” admitted Autumn.

“Me, too, but also I am not a happy flyer. The thought of getting on a plane is unsettling and I start to get tensed up a couple of days before the flight,” Carla chimed in.

“You guys asked why I did one this morning. Actually, I have been excited about coming down here and this morning’s enema was the psychological release of finally being here, having a good time and relaxing,” interjected Steffy.

“So what does this have to do with Carla’s wanting to be given an enema by some future boyfriend?”

“Well, for one fantasizing can be stressful I suppose,” said Carla. “When I take an enema at college it sort of allows me to bridge those feelings knowing that I am not going to experience the true fantasy anytime soon.”

“Enough of this talk. I just want to soak up some rays,” said Steffy undoing the hook on the bra of her swimsuit and lying face down on the blanket. This action was not lost on the three guys playing volleyball a short distance away. While they didn’t want to appear overly eager, one of the volley returns went far out of bounds and landed close to the girls.

“Sorry,” said the guy who came to retrieve the ball.

“It’s OK,” said Steffy. “You guys here on break, too, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, we’re just glad to get away from the cold weather and snow. How about you?”

“We could stay here forever,” replied Carla checking out the one guy in the black Speedo and six pack abs, but also noting that all of them had accents that gave away that they were from the Northeast.

“I’m Jeremy,” said the one with the Speedo. “And that’s Rick and Thom.” The others now came over to join the conversation and it wasn’t long before they had sat down on the beach to engage in conversation, if not ogle the three girls. After hearing what each other was studying and where, they talked about where they were staying and what they had found in and around the beach community. This being the first whole day there, the girls had started to think that they either had to find a supermarket or learn of a place to go for supper.

To say that the chemistry between the three girls and the guys worked well would have been an understatement. As the conversation continued it was not long before they decided to make dinner together, but first send two off on a shopping trip. Steffy agreed to go shopping with Thom and reached to rehook the bra of her bikini. She had to stop by the condo to get her purse, flip flops, and a coverup, but Thom agreed to pick her up in a few minutes in front of the condo.

Not many minutes later a red Jeep stopped and Steffy got in. They talked non-stop all the way to the supermarket, bought fixings for burgers, fries, and salad. All the while Steffy could not help noticing that Thom was checking her out, which was exactly what he was doing on the beach as well. It didn’t upset her in the least because wasn’t that the reason she had really selected the new bikini in the first place?

Almost two hours later Steffy and Thom got back to the condo with the ingredients for making dinner. Rick went out to the patio to start the gas grille while Jeremy went back to the boys’ place to get some beer. Everyone was underage, but so long as they were careful and not flaunting the beer in public they knew that they would not get into trouble. Thom and the three girls started to get dinner together and it was evident that the six of them were becoming fast friends.

There is more story to tell because the girls still have another five days in Florida before heading back north to the ice, snow, and frigid temperatures.

Now everyone didn't think that there would be only one enema taken over spring break, but this one might come as a bit of a surprise. Enjoy!

Chapter 3 - More of Spring Break

By the time Tuesday night rolled around, the three girls and three guys had become good friends. Not unexpectedly, they also seemed to pair off with Thom and Steffy spending time together, Rick and Autumn, and Jeremy and Carla. Evening meals became more like parties and everyone was having a terrific time. After dinner on Thursday Thom, Steffy, Rick, and Autumn settled in to watch a new release on Netflix, while Carla thought that she wanted to go for an evening walk on the beach to watch the pink sunset. It came as no surprise that Jeremy decided to go with her.

There were a few people out for a stroll, but not that many. Not too far down the beach they found a pier that had a vacant bench at the end. They sat down as the sun quickly disappeared below the horizon. Carla reached out and grasped Jeremy’s hand as they sat there. Not surprisingly this was seen as an invitation and moments later Jeremy leaned over and gave Carla a tender, if someone innocent, kiss. Carla responded receptively and moments later the kiss became a long and passionate one. The kiss ended and Carla put her head on Jeremy’s shoulder as the daylight rapidly faded. The lights from town shone behind them, but now the Gulf was just an expanse of blackness.

Sensing that perhaps things were progressing, Jeremy reached around putting his left arm on Carla’s right shoulder and pulling her nearer to him. She seemed to enjoy that action and nuzzled herself closer to Jeremy. Seeing how far he might be able take this, Jeremy reached under Carla’s sweatshirt and began fondling her left breast and Carla cooed in response, but he could not help but notice the nipple becoming erect. Jeremy’s hand slipped down to her tummy on the way to her crotch, but this is where Carla stopped Jeremy saying, “Jeremy I’m not ready for that right now. Those spicy tacos we had for dinner have my tummy a bit upset.”

“Are you getting sick?” asked Jeremy bluntly.

“No, I’ll be alright I think.”

“Sounds like you could either use an antacid, an enema, or maybe both,” he said somewhat jokingly with perhaps a bit of a snicker in his voice.

The comment was like a bolt of lightning hitting Carla. Did Jeremy just use the word enema? “What?” she asked with a bit of an incredulous tone.

“I’m sorry, I was just joking. That was always my mom’s answer and she is a nurse.”

Carla took the comment and filed it away for possible future use. She wondered whether this hunk of a guy might be the one of her dreams and fantasies. Carla knew that she would have to play this one very carefully.

“It was still a sweet idea, so thanks for offering it,” she said giving him a tender little peck on the cheek. “But we better get back.” And at that she stood up and the two walked back to the condo.

The movie was still playing and the others hardly looked up when Jeremy and Carla arrived. They sat down to watch the last of the movie together and when the credits rolled the guys said good-night and headed back to their own place.

The following day brought heavy rain and cold weather disrupting what had been a welcome warm week. The girls decided it was an opportunity to go to a local mall and do some shopping. Instead of bikinis, today meant wearing sweaters, jackets, and once again their rain boots. Maybe it was just being away from their campuses because none of our three had their spirits dampened by the weather as they sloshed from the car to the mall entrance. After an hour or so, Carla’s cellphone indicated an incoming text. She read it and it was from Jeremy wanting to know if she wanted to grab lunch. Carla texted back “OK” but since she was at the mall would need him to come pick her up.

Twenty minutes later Jeremy pulled up in front of the mall entrance and picked up an anxiously awaiting Carla. He had just dropped the other guys off at Gold’s Gym across town where they wanted to get in a serious workout given that they would not be at the beach this day. He drove back to the girls’ condo and they went inside.

Carla said, “What do you want for lunch? We have leftover taco fixings from last night.”

“I’m OK with that, but it didn’t agree with you. What are you going to have?”

At this Carla, being perhaps a bit of a conniver, replied, “I don’t think I want any of that because my tummy still isn’t right.” She wasn’t sure where this topic would head next, but she was hopeful.

“I told you that you needed an antacid, an enema, or both,” joked Jeremy once more.

“I took a couple of Tums last night before I went to bed, but they really didn’t do much good if you ask me,” said Carla thinking she could tease out more conversation about an enema. “I still feel a little upset.”

“So, it sounds like you really do need an enema,” said Jeremy now laughing out loud.

Carla flushed with embarrassment, which was probably a reaction that added some credence to the situation that she was engineering. “I have had one before, but that raised another question. Have you ever had an enema?”

At this Jeremy lost his voice. “I . . . ah, . . . well, . . . I,” he replied not being able to find his words.

“Well, have you or haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I have. It’s really embarrassing to admit it, but my mom gave me one a bunch of years ago.”

“I guess that’s what moms get to do.”

“Especially when they are nurses like mine is. So do you think you still might need an enema?”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” said Carla feeling herself getting wet just with the prospects, but if things progressed she would have to admit to owning an enema bag. This was getting complicated.

“Do you have one to take?” asked Jeremy really making reference to a disposable enema.

“I do, but not the kind that you are thinking of. I have an enema bag because I need to take them every so often and actually have it with me.”

“Enema bag? I thought that they were little bottles of clear liquid. That’s what my mom used.”

“Well, that is one kind. Mine is different,” said Carla also thinking to herself that that explanation was not all that bad. It was embarrassing, but not extremely. “C’mon.” She walked to her bedroom where she took the little blue pouch from her roll-on and opened it to show Jeremy.

“So you know what to do with this thing?”

“It’s easy to use and I was hoping you’d help me,” said Carla nervously knowing that there would be no going back from this. She removed the bag and hose from the pouch, went to the bathroom where she ran the water, and looked at Jeremy, who now was totally speechless.

“This is not what I meant,” he sort of blurted out and Carla couldn’t figure out if he was trying to cop out at this point or merely state a fact.

“Look, this is potentially far more embarrassing for me because at least you get to keep your clothes on,” said Carla filling the bag and then handing it to Jeremy. “Here, hold this while I find a good place to hang it and then take my jeans off. Carla looked around and decided that maybe the best thing would be for Jeremy to just stand and hold the bag. Then she thought about what position: she could lie on the floor, be in the knee-chest position, or over Jeremy’s lap as he sat on the closed toilet. In a moment of searching for some modicum of modesty, Carla decided on the knee-chest position, which meant that he probably wasn’t going to be seeing too much. She stepped out of her jeans and bikinis meaning that she was naked from the waist down, but then handed the enema bag to Jeremy with the instructions “all you have to do is stand here and hold this.”

Holding the nozzle in her left hand, Carla got down on all fours, inserted the nozzle, and began the flow. She immediately felt the wonderful sense of warm water entering her. Jeremy with nothing to do other than stand there made some small talk, “Are you OK?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. This won’t take that long. You are really sweet for helping me do this,” she said knowing that he was there because she wanted him there and not because he was especially needed. After all, she had taken enough enemas on her own by now. Within a couple of minutes the bag was empty and Carla removed the nozzle.

“Just put the bag in the sink. For this part you might want to wait out in the bedroom though. I don’t want to totally gross you out.” Jeremy put the now empty enema bag in the sink, left the bathroom, and closed the door leaving Carla to expel in private. Still the idea of helping her turned him on and he still had somewhat of an erection. He wondered whether his presence turned her on as well. A couple of minutes later he heard the toilet flush and the door open. Carla was standing there still naked from the waist down and it was the first full view Jeremy got of her perfectly shaved pubis.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Oh, much. Thanks for the help,” she said kissing him on the cheek.

“You could have done that on your own.”

“Yes, I could have, but it would not have been nearly as much fun as having someone like you help,” she countered reaching down and grasping Jeremy’s manly package and feeling the erection. “You liked doing this didn’t you?”

“Well, I . . . ah,” stammered Jeremy.

“You did. Why else would you get so hard?” said Carla unzipping Jeremy’s pants and reaching inside.

“You’re a good looking lady and under the circumstances, I ah . . . “

“You are so cute when you lose your voice,” she said pushing him backwards until he fell on the bed. Then Carla got on the bed and straddled him.

As if on instinct, Jeremy reached up and cupped both of her breasts at which point Carla unfastened the button at the top of the fly and removed his stiff member from his pants. Jeremy regained his composure, saying, “Let me slip these off,” he said making reference to the jeans. Carla got off of Jeremy just long enough for him to shed the jeans and briefs, but to also extract a condom from his wallet.

At this point we do not need to go thru all of the carnal details of what happened next. Later when Carla reflected on how she managed to stage getting an enema from a guy, she was amazed. This was because in Melissa’s case she did a guy and later got an enema from him, but in Carla’s case she had a guy give her an enema and then did him. The question of whether she liked the experience well enough to try it again, my guess is that we probably don’t even have to ask twice. As for Carla she knew this would be a real topic of conversation at some point, but perhaps not quite yet.

It's been a really slow week and I had a few extra minutes to continue the saga. Also, since we have Easter weekend soon upon us, this is especially timely.

Chapter 4 - Easter Weekend

About a month after spring break, our three friends, Autumn, Carla, and Steffy all managed to head home for a long weekend over Easter. They were all glad to be together again, even if their nice spring break in early March was not all that long ago. While Autumn was not aware of it when enroute, the extra bonus was that her older sister, Katie, had managed to find a real cheap airfare and had come home, too.

Autumn, pleased with the appearance of her sister, dropped her luggage and the two enjoyed a sisterly embrace. “What a great surprise!” said Autumn. “I can’t wait to find out what has been going on in your life.”

“I can’t wait to hear how you are doing at school, too. But most importantly, do you like what you are doing? It’s OK to change majors if you are not happy.”

Their mom pretended not to hear this advice even if it did not please her. “How about we have a little glass of wine to celebrate being together again,” offered Mom knowing that Autumn was under the legal drinking age, but not caring that much either since she would not be driving that night.

“Sounds good. What do we have?” asked an apparently overeager Autumn perhaps tipping her hand a little that she had been doing a little imbibing while away at school.

Her mom opened the fridge and offered, “We have a nice California Riesling, assuming you want wine, that is.”

“OK,” said Katie without asking anyone else’s advice. Soon the three women had a glass of Riesling in hand, offered a toast to being together, and took a sip.”

“Wow, that is good,” said Katie. “Autumn, why don’t I help you bring your bags upstairs. Bring your wineglass and we can chat.” At that the two girls headed upstairs, each with a glass of wine in one hand. Since Katie would only be an occasional visitor now that she was living on the west coast, she would be using the extra twin bed in Autumn’s room. This arrangement was fine with both of them since it offered much more opportunity to bond as sisters.

The two dropped the luggage and found comfortable places to sit so they could chat and sip their wine. One of the big topics was that Katie was getting very serious with a guy and in the next month or two the plan was that they would move in together. While their mom did not know this little tidbit, she did know that Katie and her boyfriend were getting pretty serious and that they frequently went away together for weekends. Moms being what they are, she also suspected that Autumn was no longer a virgin, but had not broached that with her younger daughter--at least not yet.

The girls continued to talk catching up on news, but the time just flew by and they had no sense that their mom was about ready for dinner, nor did they hear her call them. It was only when she came upstairs were they made aware. “Hey, you two, dinner is just about ready.”

After dinner the phone range and it was Autumn’s friend, Steffy, who wanted to know if they could get together since they hadn’t seen one another since their trip on spring break. Autumn said, “sure,” but then asked if they minded if Katie could join them. Autumn left the arrangements for Carla and Steffy to come over to their house, maybe watch a movie, and since her mom did not object maybe open another bottle or two of wine.

Down in the family room, which Autumn’s dad had converted to a home theater, they went thru the HBO listings and didn’t find a thing that sounded interesting. Since Autumn’s family also subscribed to an Oldies cable channel, they began exploring the schedule for it and discovered that an old Doris Day movie, “Please don’t eat the Daisies” was to start shortly. After pouring more glasses of wine for everyone, the four settled in and waited for the title. Old movies were always nostalgic and the girls had seen several before that they found absolutely hysterical, especially when it came to the fashions and the hairstyles. (/www.tcm.com/mediaroom/video/317785/Please-Don-t-Eat-The-Daisies-Movie-Clip-Awful-Quiet-.html)

At the sight of the enema bag at the beginning of the movie the four of them were at first shocked to see one shown on the screen, but then were nearly rolling on the floor in hysterics at what the kids were using it for. “That is one very nice enema bag,” said Katie.

Then just out of the blue, Carla volunteered, “Yeah, it looks just like the one my roommate, Sarah, has.”

At that the other three looked at Carla and Katie asked, “You mean that you have seen your roommate’s bag?”

“Well, yeah. And she has seen mine, too. We even talked about taking enemas and after I told her that I used the powder room off the lounge on our floor, we sort of bonded and don’t have many secrets that way.”

“When we were on break, Carla told us that there are several girls on her floor who do enemas,” said Steffy. “Although I have to admit, I am not aware of anyone else in my entire dorm doing them.”

“There were a few of us in the sorority house and that’s where I learned about them,” confessed Katie. “I think they generally are a well-kept secret that get passed from friend to friend, but nobody goes out of their way to announce to the world that they are doing them.”

“Friend to friend, sort of like from you, Katie, to me and then from me to Carla and Steffy. If it wasn’t for us going off to that concert last summer, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation, would we?” asked Autumn.

The movie continued to play, but the girls were so engrossed in their little chat that they were nearly oblivious to it. Autumn passed around some more wine and the discussion became even more frank. By then the wine bottle was also empty, but Katie knew where to find more and headed upstairs. Minutes later she was back and uncorked the fresh bottle. Was this the best girl session that any of them had ever had or what?

Out of curiosity Carla asked, “So I got my syringe from my mom, which also means that she knows that I do enemas now and then. We talked about it briefly when I was packing my things to go away to school, but I suppose it was no big deal. At least she did not make it out to be.”

“Mine knows, too. Well, I guess sorta,” confessed Steffy. When we got back from the rock concert I told her that I needed an enema and she felt that it was time that I knew how to do one on my own and coached me through it. I don’t think she knows that I bought a syringe to take to college with me, but it might not surprise her that much even if she did know.”

Katie then admitted, “Mom knows that I take an enema every few weeks before that time of the month, but I take them other times and I never shared that little piece of information with her.”

Finally, since everyone was more or less confessing, it was Autumn’s turn. “I don’t think Mom has a clue that I take them. Although I take them for the same reasons Katie does. I guess Katie taught me well.”

“I guess it’s safe to say that we all do them for some of those other reasons, too,” admitted Steffy. They had all consumed enough wine that their inhibitions were no longer a factor so she added, “On New Year’s Even we all had a bit too much to drink and did a sleepover at our house, well I guess we started fooling around and before we knew it were giving each other enemas in a sort of contest to see who could hold a bag of warm water the longest.”

Katie, nearly doubled over laughing, finally said, “You have got to be kidding. I have never done that! It is outrageous, but really funny.”

“It is much funnier now than it was then because I think we were really serious about who could hold one the longest,” admitted Autumn.

“We’ve never told anyone that story. You’re the first and only one,” said Steffy.

“So long as we’re telling all, I have to confess that I met a guy on spring break and one thing led to another and while he didn’t really give me an enema, he sort of helped me take one.”

At that, both Steffy and Autumn looked at Carla and in unison said, “You mean Jeremy?”

“Yeah, it was that rainy day when we went to the mall shopping and I headed off to lunch with him. We went back to the condo, I was still uncomfortable from the spicy Mexican food the night before and needed to do an enema. He agreed to help.” While Carla had had a bit of wine and was becoming pleasantly tipsy, she was not so far gone that she was about to also confess to having had sex with Jeremy. At least not yet.

“Carla!” exclaimed Steffy. “You had a guy help you do an enema? That is so gross. I can’t believe you did that.”

“Well, he did give a good one.”

“But to do an enema you need to be naked from the waist down.”

“Yeah, I was, too. But it did help my tummy ache.”

“I guess it would have had to. But what might be even more important is how did he feel about helping you?” asked Katie, who was just as amazed at this development as the other two girls.

“He was really cool about it. He followed my directions real well, too.”

“I guess I have to ask whether you turned him on or turned him completely off?” asked Katie still in a state of amazement.

“I think it turned him on more than anything.”

“You think?! How do you know?”

The moment of truth had arrived and since her inhibitions were no longer encouraging her to keep her little secret, Carla just blurted out with it, “We then had sex. And it was pretty good sex at that,” she said fondly recollecting the experience in her mind and feeling a slight wetness beginning to start with her girl parts.

This news was so startling, even for Katie, that the wine bottle got passed around one more time, the glasses topped off, and the three other girls drank a toast to Carla for being the gutsiest girl that they knew. Secretly, the other three were also a bit envious, but on the other hand they still were not about to have any guy give them an enema any time soon. Not even Katie who would be moving in with her boyfriend by the end of the month.

While I continue to work on a sequel, I thought everyone might just enjoy a little segue.

Chapter 5 - Easter Weekend - Part 2

About a month after spring break, our three friends, Autumn, Carla, and Steffy all managed to head home for a long weekend over Easter. They were all glad to be together again, even if their nice spring break in early March was not that long ago. While Autumn was not aware of it when enroute, the extra bonus was that her older sister, Katie, had managed to find a real cheap airfare and had come home, too.

The last we saw of Steffy, Carla, Autumn, and Autumn’s older sister, Katie, they had been watching some old movies on cable TV all the while consuming several bottles of wine. During that time Carla confessed that over spring break, a guy she met named Jeremy, had helped her with an enema, but then later she had had sex with him. All of the girls had had so much to drink that they agreed it would not be a good idea for any to do any driving so Autumn and Katie found some pillows and blankets so that the two visitors could sleep on the big sofa in the home theater.

The next morning, all three were suffering from having too much wine, but nothing more was ever said about Carla’s confession. After some yogurt smoothies and some Advil, the visitors departed and Autumn and Katie decided to get cleaned up and head out to the mall. While nothing might have been said, it did not mean that Carla’s confession was out of mind. Katie’s mind drifted off to thoughts of her boyfriend, Ross, and whether he would be scared off at the thought of giving her an enema. When the two moved in together in the next several weeks, Ross would certainly get to know more about the personal side of a woman’s life than just having sex with her. “This is going to get interesting,” Katie thought to herself.

Easter was already into spring, so a lot of the seasonal fashions were already on sale as some of the shops wanted to make room for the arriving summer merchandise. While there was nothing special that either girl was looking for, they did buy a couple of basic wardrobe items that one can never have enough of, such as jeans, sleeveless tops, and lingerie.

On the way home, Katie began the conversation with her younger sister. “So you never knew that Carla’s guy had given her an enema over spring break, did you?”

“No, that was really news to me when she said that last night. We all went shopping together on a rainy day, but Carla met Jeremy supposedly to head off to lunch. I had no idea that they had returned to the condo.”

“I guess if I really knew a guy it would be OK if he gave me an enema assuming that I needed one,” said Katie hoping to get Autumn’s reaction.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve never known a guy well enough for that. But now that I think of it, Carla really didn’t know Jeremy that well.”

“What would happen if we changed roles. If Jeremy needed an enema, I wonder if Carla would have been OK in giving him one?”

“Funny that you mention that because I cannot really imagine a guy getting an enema. I guess it has to happen on occasion, but it would either have to be kids growing up the way we got them from Mom, or older men getting them in the hospital. As for guys my age getting an enema, that is not a really pretty thought.”

“Hmmm. You might be right about that. I guess I can’t really imagine that either. You and I take enemas when we think we need one, but I don’t think I can envision guys having that same need,” said Katie.

“I suppose, but when you introduced me to the idea of doing an enema for my PMS I was skeptical at first, but you were right. When it comes to guys, though, they don’t have a menstrual cycle to bother them.”

“That’s true, too,” responded Katie thinking that her younger sister was making all sort of sense.

“Also, you and I as well as Carla and Steffy all own syringes specifically so we can take an enema when we need one. My guess is that are not many guys that have one. At least none that I can imagine.”

“I guess so, but I’m still working on the mental image of Carla kneeling on the floor taking an enema as Jeremy was holding her bag,” said Katie letting that mental image translate into her taking an enema as Ross held her bag. It was an exciting thought and she felt herself getting wet as a result.

They stopped for lunch at a place known for natural foods and both ordered salads with tofu, chia seeds, lettuce, cucumber, feta, and tomato topped with a balsamic vinaigrette dressing. Over lunch the topic shifted to their recent shopping. “That’s really a cute lace top you got. It should look nice over the camisole,” said Autumn as they headed back to the car.

Lunch was nothing more than a hiatus in the discussion about guys and enemas, however. While Autumn had more or less put it out of her mind, at least as far as it was something that she might want to do, Katie just could not forget about it.

The remainder of Easter weekend went by really quickly and before they each knew it Autumn was back at school and Katie was airborne enroute home to the West Coast. The flight was just about full, but sitting there in coach her mind again wandered to that event where Carla had gotten an enema from a guy that she had only barely known. What could have prompted it and what could have been going thru Carla’s mind to even suggest such a thing.

Yet, while this was all exciting to think about and she wondered if her boyfriend, Ross, might want to try it sometime, Katie knew that nothing would happen until after they moved in together. She also realized that she hadn’t taken an enema for a couple of weeks and knew what her number one priority would be once she got home. “How many hours left to this flight?” she asked herself.

Everyone seems to know where I planned on taking this story, so enjoy this next installment as I work overtime to give an unexpected twist to the next one.

Chapter 6 - Back Home

Katie’s flight was on time and since it had been an early morning departure from the East Coast arrived in California before noon. Living not that far from the airport, it was cheaper for her to use a cab and she got to her apartment about an hour later. With the time difference she had the rest of the day to do a few errands and get back into the routine of getting up, getting ready for work, and out of the house at an early hour.

This day she had some time and before she did anything else, she had to do the enema that had been dwelling on her mind the entire flight. Moreover, she could not get the thought of Carla doing an enema with a guy while on spring break out of her head. It was a thought that just would not go away and Katie often found herself fantasizing over her boyfriend, Ross, giving her an enema. Then she wondered what position Carla and Jeremy had used because Carla had not been very specific. Katie thought, “It might be fun if Ross gave me an enema as I laid over his lap just like I got one from Mom growing up.” She felt herself getting wet at the thought and soon had gotten out her travel syringe and was filling it at the sink. The enema succeeded in cleaning her out, but also relieving the tension of the flight. Perhaps most importantly was its emotional aspect, which she had been increasingly relishing in recent months.

Two weeks later, Katie and Ross, together signed a lease on the new apartment that they would share. One of the advantages is that for less than their individual rents, they were getting a much nicer as well as a bigger place. It also meant that they needed to go buy a few more things to make it into a “home”. They visited Bed, Bath and Beyond for many of their more decorative needs, but then at the same mall visited one of the chain pharmacies to pick up a few necessities.

After picking up several items, Katie and Ross went down the feminine hygiene aisle where Katie stopped and picked up a box of regular Tampax. Then on the next shelf Katie saw a box containing a combination syringe. She thought that she wanted to replace the aging folding syringe that she had had since college since its hanging grommet had gotten detached.

“Why are you looking at that?” asked Ross.

“It wouldn’t be a bad idea to have one around the house just in case one of us need one.” Then Katie made an admission. “I know I do every now and then.”

“I guess, but I don’t know that much about them,” said Ross. “My mother had one a long time ago, but I don’t remember much about it.”

“Hmm, that could be an admission. He isn’t telling me everything,” Katie said to herself adding the syringe to the shopping basket.

Nothing more was said, they headed for the cashier, and then drove home. There were dozens of issues that they had to think about for setting up housekeeping and enemas were not on that list. Nevertheless, all the while it remained on Katie’s mind and given the right opening she would resume the conversation.

Once home they brought the bags of various and sundry items onto the coffee table in the living room. Several items such as cookware and dishtowels went to the kitchen. When Katie returned, Ross had opened the bag from the pharmacy and had removed the box of Tampax. “Regulars, huh?” he questioned as he read the back of the box.

“Yeah, I don’t have that heavy of a flow,” replied Katie.

Ross put the box down and next picked up the box containing the combination syringe, turned it over and read the back with what Katie thought was an unusual amount of care. “I never knew that a hot water bottle could be so useful. I could use this with cold water when I overdo it at the gym. I guess that is what you want it for, too?”

“No, that’s not why I bought it,” said Katie now realizing that perhaps Ross had no idea what an enema was. “There has to be some directions there for how to do an enema. Read further.”

Ross picked up the box again and studied it some more. “You plan to use this to take enemas?”

“Yes, that is why I got it. You have to know what an enema is. Didn’t your mom ever give you one when you were young because you needed some serious help in going to the bathroom?”

“No, in that department she would either give me a spoonful of milk of magnesia or insert a suppository up by butt.”

Katie could not believe this conversation. “So you never had an enema? Not ever?”

“No, but as I read this it sounds like it might be memorable. So why do you like taking one? You need help in that department sometimes?”

“As a matter of fact I do, especially if I haven’t gone in a few days like what happens sometimes with my monthly cycle.”

“Oh. So when was the last time you did this?”

“It’s been a few weeks. I was thinking of doing one in a little while.”

“It sounds sort of gross. Does it hurt?”

“No, it doesn’t hurt and now that I am used to doing them actually look forward to doing one.”

“It just sounds too weird. But it doesn’t hurt though.”

“No, but tell you what, if you want I could give you a little one just so you could see for yourself.” Then Katie remembered the talk over Easter with her sister Autumn and her two friends, Steffy and Carla. This might be the opening when she got to give a guy an enema.

“OK, it does sound weird, but I’m willing to be game and try it. Especially if we have to be naked at the time in order to do one.”

“Yes, we have to be naked,” assured Katie.

“Well, what are waiting for?” asked an all of a sudden Ross getting up from the sofa and picking up the box containing the syringe. Ross followed a nearly overwhelmed Katie into the bedroom where she opened the box and removed the bag, hose, water bottle plug, and vaginal and rectal nozzles. Then she led him to the bathroom where she ran the water at the sink.

“An enema is not that hard to do, but there are things that will make a more pleasant experience,” she said testing the water temperature before filling the bag and attaching the hose. Thinking that it was a good idea to rinse out the new bag before use she released it entire contents into the sink and then refilled it. Not wanting to scare Ross off she only put about a quart in the bag before turning to him and saying, “Now off with the jeans and briefs.”

As Ross complied, Katie got out a tube of KY and noting that he was now naked from the waist down told him to kneel on the rug with his elbows on the floor. Ross complied and as Katie took some KY on her index finger and inserted up his butt, Ross flinched at the cool temperature. He must have liked the feeling because he almost immediately got an erection. Katie ignored it and inserted the nozzle, told Ross to relax, and opened the clamp.

As the warm water started to flow into him, Ross didn’t mind the sensation and even said, “This doesn’t feel bad at all.”

“I told you it wouldn’t, but you might want to take a couple of deep breaths because as you fill it might get a bit more difficult. Again, Ross did as he was told and about two minutes later Katie exclaimed, “There, all done. Now just hold it for as long as you can and I’ll take the nozzle out.”

Katie put the enema bag in the sink and headed for the door. “This next part you might want to do without my presence.” And at that left closing the door behind her. She knew pretty much what Ross was doing and that he would be preoccupied for a few minutes so she stepped out of her jeans and panties and put on her bathrobe. It wasn’t long thereafter that Ross emerged wearing a bit of a smile and saying, “Wow, no wonder you like doing one of these. I feel really great.”

“See! Do I know or do I know? Now you have to give one to me.” The process went exactly the same, except Katie wanted to do a full bag. Ross had been a good student because the enema was very comfortable with only minimal cramping. After she had taken the whole bag and Ross had removed the nozzle and left her alone, she moved to the toilet and expelled what she thought might have been the largest quantity of memory. It was exhilarating and after cleaning herself up exited the bathroom where she found Ross sitting on their bed.

“Well?” he said. “How was that?”

“Awesome. And you did really well, too!”

“Really well at taking an enema or giving one?”

“Both. So what do you think now?”

“I think I’m really in the mood for some great sex,” he said undoing the tie on Katie’s robe and letting it fall open exposing her smoothly shaved girl parts.

“I know I’m in the mood,” said Katie slipping off the robe and sitting on the bed next to Ross. He turned towards Katie and pushed her onto her back. Katie instinctively drew her legs up and spread them. Ross, still naked from the waist down, wasted no time straddling her, and when he entered her realized from her natural lubrication how much the enema had really turned her on, but he had to wonder if it was the enema she gave him, the enema he gave her, or both that was the source.

As for Katie, while she had had sex with Ross numerous times before, wondered if it was her imagination or not, but was he just a bit more erect? If he was not, then it had to be her imagination. If he was, then introducing him to the wonderful world of enemas had been all worth it. Afterwards Katie thought fleetingly of Autumn and how her little adventure on spring break had been what prompted some thoughts in her own mind and in perhaps its own way led to what Katie and Ross had just experienced, or perhaps we should say enjoyed.