Well, would you believe that the next girl is . . . Steffy!

Chapter 1 - Finally It Is Spring

While at several times we have looked in on all three girls when they were getting together, Carla and her experiences with other girls on her floor in her college dorm, and even Katie, Autumn’s older sister, not much has been said about Steffy, the one girl who began this whole series of events by bringing up the topic of needing an enema after the rock concert. To rectify that situation, we now turn to her experiences as a first year college student who has just returned from a long weekend over Easter.

As background, Steffy attends a private college where she shares a room with another first year student, Cassandra, who prefers to go as Cassie. Their dorm is only a couple of years old and each double room has its own adjacent bathroom facility, which makes for a much more private setting than Carla has had to endure. In a way it is not unlike a master bathroom setup in many homes with each girl having her own storage unit to keep necessities. Despite that, Steffy has never been comfortable with sharing her enema interest with others, the result being that she stores her syringe in the bottom of her dresser rather than in the bathroom. Also, because there is only Cassie to be concerned with, and Steffy knows here schedule, there are generally opportunities for privacy—well almost.

For all of the Fall semester and so far all of the Spring one, if Steffy felt that she needed to do an enema she would wait until Cassie headed off to class, would take her syringe from the bottom drawer of her dresser, and go into the bathroom. The room arrangement was really much better than what her friend Carla had because Steffy didn’t have to worry about changing in her room and putting on a robe to go to the bathroom. It was not an issue if she and Cassie were even naked, not that they would purposely do that, but if they did it would not be an issue.

On this Monday morning, Cassie had headed off to her English Comp class at 8:40, which was enough time for her to get across campus. With a Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule, Steffy knew that the schedule called for a 50 minute period meaning that the soonest Cassie should return would be 10:10—plenty of time for her to prepare and take an enema and then clean things up. As usual she took her enema and felt much better after expelling it. There was no reason to hurry things because she knew that she had plenty of time—well, usually. This particular morning, Steffy had just finished expelling when the door to the room opened and Cassie returned.

“Cassie? Is that you?” she called.

“Yes. Can you believe that Dr. Cantor sent her TA over to put a notice on the board that class was cancelled?”

“That’s a first, isn’t? I know that when I had Cantor, she was always like clockwork and there every class,” said Steffy through the closed door of the bathroom as she hurriedly put her syringe back in its case.

“You about done? I’ve got to pee . . . bad,” said Cassie.

“Yeah, come on in,” said Steffy not having any place to hide the syringe so she was just standing there holding the case when Cassie came in. That was a negative about not having a bathrobe on because there was no pockets in the oversize college t-shirt that Steffy used as a nightshirt.

Cassie came in. “Oh, thanks. I really have to go.” Then Cassie looked at Steffy holding the little pink case holding the syringe. “I didn’t hurry you or anything, did I?”

“No. I was done,” said Steffy feeling her face turn a crimson red. Instinctively she knew that Cassie knew what she had been doing.

“You feeling OK?” asked Cassie at which point Steffy knew for sure what she had just done.

“Yeah, I’m OK now,” she replied not quite certain what else to add to that statement. Then all of a sudden she added, “Some days I just need a little help.” It was all sort of vague and Steffy was just hoping that the topic would disappear, which given that she was standing there holding the case with her syringe did not seem likely.

“I know what you mean. I have the same need some days,” admitted Cassie.

“You do?” asked Steffy, who still was not sure what Cassie was talking about, but had some ideas.

“Sure all through high school my mom would give me an enema whenever I wasn’t feeling good. Most of the time it was because I was about to get my period, but that is not the only time.” That put an end to the vagueness, if there ever was to be any.

“That’s pretty much what it was like for me, too,” said Steffy still not certain how far she wanted to elaborate.

“I am sorry that I rushed you. Really,” said Cassie finishing peeing.

“It’s OK. I was just finishing up. I find it amazing that we haven’t bumped into each other doing this before now.”

“Well, to be honest, if I needed to do one I would wait until you headed off to class and knew that I would have some time in private.”

At this, Steffy let out a little giggle. “You might not believe this, but this exactly what I have been doing ever since September. I was only when you came back after a canceled class that caught me by surprise.”

“So I guess our secret is out. But being roommates there isn’t much that we don’t know about one another.”

“That’s true, but to be honest I have only been doing these seriously since last summer. It all started when me and two friends went off to a rock concert and refused to use the outhouses because they were just too gross. Two of us got badly constipated and did enemas when we got home. I never liked getting one all that much, but the one that I took at that time never felt so good in all my life.”

“I’ve been to a couple of those concerts and the bathrooms are truly the most disgusting places that I have ever been to. You don’t want to go near them unless you are wearing rainboots. I have had some friends go in them barefoot which is the grossest thing I can ever imagine. Fortunately, I never had to come home and do an enema though.”

“I have two friends who do them and we have talked often about how we take them.” Steffy was not quite ready to tell about their inebriated enema session over New Years when they gave enemas to each other, or how her friend, Carla, had done an enema with a guy she met on spring break. Well, at least not yet. After all, this was the first conversation that Cassie and Steffy had shared on the topic. Maybe the ice had been broken, but that was about all. . .at least for now.

“So I guess we don’t have to keep our stuff secret any more. Both of us can keep it in the bathroom from now on, plus we don’t need to try to schedule doing enemas for when the other will be known to be in class.”

“It does make it a lot easier. Although even when we kept our secret, things were still easier for us than for my friend,, Carla, who goes to a college where there is one big bathroom per floor and there are not many secrets.”

“Oh my gosh, I just can’t imagine. I think I’d die.”

“Since September she has learned that she isn’t alone, so I suppose that is good. Still I don’t think I’d be ready to tell a bunch of people, even if they were all girls.”

“Neither can I.”

“Now, I seriously have to get ready for my 11:00 o’clock class.”

I know that many of us have had a situation when the phone will ring at the most inopportune moment. Sometimes we are expecting a call, but most often not. So what is the result? Most of us will answer and later wonder why we did.

Chapter 2 - Oh, the Phone

It had been several weeks since Katie and Ross had moved in together. Things were generally good, but learning to live together often entails much more than what either member ever envisioned. When they first set up the apartment, one of the things that Katie bought was a traditional enema bag, which upon returning home from that shopping trip, Ross expressed his curiosity since he had never had received an enema. Katie, ever anxious that Ross might just become her enemate, wasted no time in introducing the process and it was not long after that Ross received half a bag of warm water at Katie’s hand. He seemed impressed enough and immediately afterwards Katie had him administer one to her. The reward for the two of them was having sex.

Now it had been about three weeks after that event and Katie came to the realization that Ross was not anywhere near as enthusiastic about enemas as she had hoped he would be. In fact he had not shown any more interest at all even though Katie had brought it up in conversation when the occasion seemed to present itself. Nevertheless, the fact that she had given one to a guy was still somewhat of a milestone.

It was a dreary cold and rainy day in late April when Katie decided to leave the office a little early. It had not been a particularly good day either given the problems that customers were complaining about plus the lousy weather. When she got to the apartment just before 4:30, she knew that she was in a bit of a foul mood, but also knew that a great way to overcome it was to retreat to the bathroom with the enema bag. Within 10 minutes she had taken off her skirt and blouse, gone into the bathroom, run the water, and gotten the bag out. She attached the hose to the outlet and viewed the full, bulging bag of warm soapy water. She felt tingles all over at the sight of it hanging from the towel bar as she removed her bikinis, lubed the nozzle, and kneeled on the towel spread before her.

“Oh, wow, but I need this today,” she said to herself as she inserted the nozzle and began the flow. The warm water began to enter her and she loved the feeling of warmth as it spread thru her body. It brought back the memory of that enema that Ross had given her and as her mind began to wander, Katie’s left hand dropped down to find her clit. Not surprisingly it was moist with her own feminine juices. It was a perfect moment if ever there was to be one.

Katie had taken about half the bag and was thoroughly enjoying herself when she heard her cell phone ring. She could tell by the ring tone that it was her team leader from work and knew that she had to take it. After shutting the clamp and removing the nozzle, Katie dashed to the kitchen, found her purse, and retrieved the phone.

“Katie? It’s Ed. Did I get you at a bad time?” he asked.

Knowing that she could not be truthful at that moment, she replied, “No, it’s fine.”

Convinced that everything was fine, Ed continued to tell about a recent issue that they needed to solve with the Continental account. Being a very detailed person, he was not about to leave anything out, hence the conversation went on for several minutes.

Now remember that Katie was at this point holding about a quart of warm enema that was churning away inside of her. A small urge came over her as if an early warning sign that perhaps this enema was going to want to come out. . . sooner rather than later. Not wishing to risk fate, Katie made her way back to the bathroom all the while having what she hoped was an intelligent conversation. She put the phone on speaker so that she could hear Ed, but then hit the mute button as she sat down on the toilet. It was a good move because this expulsion was a noisy one and the fact that she had held the enema for about 10 to 15 minutes meant that it was doing a reasonably good job of why she had wanted to take one in the first place.

Then it got awkward because Ed asked, “So what do you think we should do?”

Katie was in the midst of releasing a major torrent of enema and when it subsided she pressed the mute key to off and said, “I think we need to talk to our East Coast Customer Service Team.” Those were about the only words she could get out before feeling the need to expel yet more enema. She hit the mute key again, but just in time. She was glad that Ed could not hear what was happening in the bathroom.

“OK, that sounds like a reasonable idea. Let me place the call, but may need to get right back to you,” said Ed.

“I’ll be right here,” said Katie. “Oh, I wouldn’t think of wandering far at the moment either,” she thought to herself bringing a faint smile to her face. She hung up the cellphone and was determined that she needed to finish the enema because there was approximately half of it left in the bag.

Katie cleaned herself up and checked the bag, but to her dismay the remaining enema was too cool for her preference. She ran more water at the sink and emptied the contents of the bag. Instead of filling it again only half way, she thought “what the heck--let’s fill it all the way.”

Two minutes later she had relubed herself, inserted the nozzle, and begun the flow. Once more there came that pleasurable feeling of warmth filling her. Once more she reached down and massaged her girl parts in a very satisfying way. It was really going well and she was enjoying every minute of it. Well, until the phone rang again. But this time it was nearby and she did not have to do a half naked run to the other end of the apartment to find it.

Not unexpectedly it was Ed again. “Hi Ed,” she said knowing it was him from the caller ID on the phone.

“Just thought I’d let you know that the East Coast thinks they can handle the problem with the customer. They have a good relationship with them and don’t expect to encounter any problems. So with that settled, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing.”

“And you would be so very shocked to know what I’m doing at the moment, too,” Katie thought to herself happy in the fact that she did not have to stop the enema flow and remove the nozzle to take the second call.

Katie was feeling a bit full and when she looked up at the bag immediately knew why. She had taken the whole two quarts. The first enema had cleaned her out enough that taking the second was not a problem, but she was full. Katie removed the nozzle and moved to the toilet. The first stream of warm water exited her, but there was a lot more yet inside. Then all of sudden came a knock at the door. “Katie, are you OK?” came Ross’s question.

“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a couple of minutes,” she responded through the closed bathroom door. “Talk about the interruptions! A girl can’t even take an enema in peace these days,” she muttered to herself as another wave of warm water and dissolved solid material exited from her. Moreover, it felt wonderful to pass because it was also an emotional release from the tensions of the afternoon. However, Katie also knew that Ross would be looking for some explanations, but then again when you live together there aren’t that many secrets anymore. The mystique pretty much vanishes.

Some 10 minutes later Katie knew that she had finished so she cleaned herself up, cleaned up the bathroom, and put her bikinis back on. Upon exiting, she went over and gave Ross a welcome home kiss. Being dressed in just bra and bikinis she knew that she would likely turn him on and that he would want a late afternoon matinee.

“What do you say?” he asked inferring that she knew what he was talking about.

“I’m game if you are, big guy,” she replied.

“Hold that thought for just one quick minute because I have to pee and brush my teeth first.”

As Ross was in the bathroom, Katie decided to tease him a little and slipped off her bikinis and put on a black garter belt and fishnet stockings. When Ross came out she stood there arm extended against the door jam hooker style. Ross cracked up at the sight, but then added, “By the looks of things in the bathroom, you should be nicely cleaned out.”

“I had an awful day at work, I was constipated, and I know that my monthly visitor should be here in a day or so. Let’s just say I needed an enema today.”

“But now it looks like you are in the mood?”

“I really am,” she said reaching behind her back and undoing the hooks to her brassiere. “What’s taking you so long?”

Moments later the two were on the bed, Ross going down on Katie, just as Katie’s cellphone rang one more time. She ignored it, but intuitively knew it had to be Ed. “Whatever it is, it can wait,” she said to Ross. “He’s interrupted me twice already this afternoon.” What Katie didn’t say is that Ed had interrupted her enema twice and had no intention of allowing him to interrupt her pleasure a third time.

It has been some time since we gave Autumn any attention, but just like the other women in these stories she has learned the pleasures and the benefits of a warm, soapy enema every now and then. So now, I'm giving her her due and hope everyone enjoys the story.

Epilogue to Easter Weekend

It was the Monday after Easter. Autumn’s sister Katie had already left for the airport to make her trip back to the West Coast. Autumn’s dad had left for work and Autumn had started packing to go back to school. It had been a fast and furious, but still fun, long weekend, especially with all the wine that she and her friends Steffy and Carla had drunk on Thursday night. While she had had too much to drink as well, she still was sober enough to recall the story that Carla told about that guy, Jeremy, who she had met on spring break and that he had helped giving Carla an enema and then made love with her.

The thought resonated through Carla’s head and the more she thought about it the more she was convinced that maybe an enema after the heavy meal on Easter would not be a bad idea. One option was that she could wait until she got to campus and then retreat to the powder room to take care of things, or she could do one now at home. It did not take her long to conclude that sooner was better than later as she made her way to the hall bathroom where she retrieved the family’s red combination syringe. As she had done several times before Carla ran the water at the sink while waiting for it to get warm worked the bar of Ivory soap until the water turned slightly milky looking. Then using the water glass at the sink filled the enema bag all the way. As it began to bulge, Autumn could feel the excitement build within her. Soon the bag was full and she connected the hose, attached the hook, and hung it from the towel bar.

The anticipation continued to grow as Autumn looked forward to the pleasant feeling of her filling with the warm soapy enema. Yes, it was pleasant now and for some reason she dwelled on that thought because it was not all that many years ago that the thought of her mom giving her an enema brought a sense of dread. She opened the jar of Vaseline, took a generous glob on her finger and lubed herself before inserting the nozzle. Then kneeling in the knee chest position she opened the clamp. Gravity took over and soon the enema was flowing into her. She knew that with the Ivory soap that she would get a decent cleaning out, which was not a bad idea after a heavy holiday meal the day before. A small cramp started to build and Autumn knew to take some deep breaths to make it subside. Years before her mom would tell her to do that in order to make the enema flow faster so she could be done with it.

A couple minutes of uninterrupted flow and the bag was empty. Autumn remained in the knee chest position for as long as she could hoping that it would be enough time for the enema to properly work. Finally, she shut the clamp, removed the nozzle, and moved to the toilet. When she first sat there Autumn looked down at her distended tummy thinking that at some future date when she was pregnant that she might look a bit like that. Moments later, not being able to hold the enema any longer, she let it flow out of her. If anyone else had been in the bathroom with her it would have been embarrassing given the noise of the flow, but also of the gas that her system was emitting. After the first wave, Autumn knew that she was hardly finished and could hear her tummy gurgle as the remaining enema continued to churn away. Then came another wave and with each succeeding one came much more than just soapy water. It felt marvelously good to get rid of all this and the expulsion was anything but quick this morning. Yet, she reveled in the wonderfully clean sense that it was giving her.

Eventually, she was finished and decided that a nice long lingering shower was in order. The warm water was so relaxing as she took the time to shave under her arms, her legs, and her pubic area. Then she washed her hair making certain that the crème rinse removed all of the shampoo. She retrieved the last bath towel from the linen closet and wrapped it around her, but she would have liked a smaller towel for her hair. There being none available, she went to the bathroom door and called down to her mom to bring her one.

A couple of minutes later her mom came to the bathroom with a stack of towels, gave one to Autumn and put the rest in the linen closet. As she turned to leave, she could not help but notice the enema bag out at the sink and asked if Autumn was OK.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just felt a little bloated after yesterday’s dinner and thought that an enema might help.”

“You did the right thing, but I didn’t know that you knew how to take one. It comes as a real surprise.”

“Katie showed me how to do one. They’re really easy to do,” confessed Autumn.

“I know because I do one every now and then. But why did Katie show you how?”

“Katie said that it would be good to do one if I have PMS. I really did not believe her at first, but then tried it and she was right.”

“They can be good for that. I have used them at that time myself. I guess I’m just a little taken aback to find my daughter taking an enema on her own.”

“Why? Katie does them.”

“I know, but I should also realize that you are an adult now, too. So apparently you have no trouble doing one when you need one,” said her mom looking at the sink. “It also looks like you used some Ivory soap. I always thought that that did a wonderful job. When I was growing up that is what your grandmother used when she gave me an enema.”

“That was another one of Katie’s suggestions,” added Autumn. “I guess I should also tell you that I bought a syringe and took it to college with me when I started last September. I sort of realized that I might just need to do one and not be able to come home.”

“So long as you how to do an enema, that probably wasn’t a bad idea. But it also tells me that you have been doing them for some time.”

“Yeah, like over a year.” Then for some unknown reason Autumn volunteered an interesting piece of information. “Steffy and Carla do them too..”

“Really? They told you?”

Now Autumn realized that she had to be really careful and not admit that the three of them had given each other enemas on New Years Eve or that Carla had been given an enema by a guy when the three girls had gone to Florida on spring break. “Yeah, remember the music festival that we went to last summer?”

“Sure. But what does that have to do with you three taking enemas?”

“Well, there were only these stinky outhouses there and none of us would use them. We all peed in the bushes, but Steffy and Carla both got really constipated. Both of them did enemas when they got home.”

“But you did not?” asked mom.

“No, I had taken one for PMS before leaving so it wasn’t an issue for me.”

“Well, you are an adult. You seem to know what you are doing. Just don’t do one too often because that won’t be good either,” cautioned mom.

“I know, but I have to say that I really feel great after having done one.”

“I know all about that, too. I would be less than honest if I told you that I didn’t enjoy doing a good enema from time to time. Now, are you all packed?”

“Not quite, but will be as soon as I finished getting dressed.” At that, Autumn’s mom left the bathroom, Autumn finished drying her hair, dropped the towel and put her underwear on. It had been an interesting morning, but it had also been a good one. Her mom finally knew that she was doing enemas, thought it was a good idea, but then confessed to doing them as well noting that they made her feel as good as they made Autumn feel.

“So if that is so true, why does everyone feel the need to be so secretive about them?” she asked herself.

Chapter 3 - Cleaning House

This story is the result of some ideas posed by two of our members, Curly and Westy. When I wrote the first chapter last summer about three girls going to a rock concert I had no idea that almost one year later that I would still be writing chapters and that the number of possible characters would have grown the way it has. There are so many story possibilities to chose from and they all have their own tales to tell. Each is different, but in many ways similar. All have discovered both the practical and the pleasant aspects to taking enemas.

Autumn’s and Katie’s mom, Karin, was an attractive and trim woman who had just turned 49. She had graduated from art school at 21, worked a couple of years, gotten married, and two years later had Katie, Autumn’s older sister. Karin was essentially a homemaker, but did a little freelance interior design work on occasion just to keep busy as well as earn a few extra dollars.

It was the Monday after Easter. Katie had left very early for the airport to catch her plane home to the west coast and at mid day Autumn had gotten her things together and was picked up by two guys who went to the same university. Karin had spent most of the morning doing such chores as changing beds, doing laundry, and cleaning up the kitchen. After Autumn left, she decided that she would tackle the bathrooms. The first was the master bathroom, which was the one that she and her husband, Chuck, used. It was the standard cleaning that she had done hundreds of times and included spraying and wiping down the tiles in their shower, attending to the toilet, washing the floor, and cleaning the mirrors. Once she changed the towels Karin knew that she would next move on to the main hall bathroom, which was the one used by Autumn and Katie over the weekend.

The upstairs of the house had a central hall with the master bedroom at one end and one with a pair of twin beds used by the girls when they were home at the other end. In between was a bedroom that had been converted to a workroom for Karin and between it and the girls’ room was the main or hall bathroom. It was a spacious room with a double sink vanity on one wall next to which was a full linen closet, and on the other wall a raised Jacuzzi tub next to which was the toilet. A separate fully tiled stall shower completed the space. In a way it was a shame to be used so infrequently given its relative opulence.

Karin began working in this room, just like she had in her master bathroom by spraying and wiping down the tile in the shower, cleaning the toilet and sinks, and washing the mirrors. Along the way she noticed that the enema bag was still out drying on the towel rack, but she would leave it there until ready to be put back in the linen closet. When Karin looked at it, her mind flashed back to the conversation that she had had earlier that morning with Autumn. It had come as a surprise to her that her younger daughter was so mature and knew when to take an enema if she needed one. It prompted Karin to recall her own experiences growing up.

Born in 1965, she was of an era when families still used enemas for health reasons, her mom not being an exception. Karin was the youngest of four children, her brothers were the oldest and she and her sister, the youngest. Whenever she got enemas growing up they were always somewhat small ones from a red bulb, which was all she ever recalled seeing at home. She was never particularly fond of an enema, but Karin had been the type of child to never give her mom a bad time about anything.

When at 24 she got married, Karin was happy with her life. She had worked as an illustrator for an advertising agency for a couple of years, but when she became pregnant and gave birth to Katie she elected to be a stay-at-home mom. A couple of years later she and Chuck had Autumn and along with her Karin suffered from occasional constipation. Not liking the idea of chemical laxatives, Karin had a conversation with Gina, the nurse-midwife who worked for her OB/GYN, and with it came the recommendation to take a warm one quart enema. With perhaps a little trepidation, Karin went to the pharmacy and bought a combination syringe. Curiosity had gotten the better of her and when getting home she decided to try it. Having never had enema of that volume Karin certainly approached the experience with some reservations. Not surprisingly it gave her great results and she would take one every few weeks as needed. To Karin an enema was comfortable, effective, and in its own way quite pleasant.

On this Monday after Easter, it had been maybe six weeks since she had last had an enema and while she was hardly constipated this afternoon, the idea of taking one this day had a certain appeal. “Besides, the bag is still out,” she said convincing herself of what her actions would be. She had originally planned to head to the gym and had even changed into shorts, tee shirt, and running shoes. “The gym can wait until later or even tomorrow,” she said to herself running the water, retrieving a box of baking soda from the linen closet, and taking the bag from the towel rack.

Karin had made enough enemas in the past to know how warm the water should be to the touch and soon had the bag filled and two teaspoons of baking soda added. She attached the hose to the top of the bag, inverted it, and let enough solution run through to remove the air from the hose. The bag got hung from the towel bar and she got out the jar of Vaseline. Then after taking off her running shoes, gym shorts and bikinis, Karin lubed her bum real well and put a big fluffy towel down on the rug. Her favorite position was on her left side with right leg drawn up, which after assuming Karin inserted the nozzle, and began the enema. It took only moments before she had the sense that it was entering her and this was the part that she might like the best.

As Karin laid on the floor filling she wondered again about her two daughters both discovering the benefits of enemas. Autumn had said that she learned about them from Katie, but then Karin wondered where Katie had learned about them. With both girls she had given them the puberty talks that explained how babies were made and how to attend to their menstrual cycles, but in neither case did they ever talk about enemas. It was a bit of a mystery to ponder because while both girls had gotten a couple of enemas while growing up, it had hardly been a regular event, but then again her own mother had not talked about enemas with her either.

This was a real quandary for Karin and as she thought through what she considered was every eventuality, she was still left wondering. It had taken her mind off of the enema that she was taking and when she finally directed her attention back to the enema bag realized that it was now empty, but moreover she had no idea how long it had been so. All of a sudden there came that certain urge that suggested her waiting time had been long enough. The clamp was closed, the nozzle removed, and Karin moved with all due haste to the toilet where she attempted to release the warm water as slowly as she thought she was able to. It was to no avail because shortly thereafter the enema literally came cascading out of her. She had felt this before and as always it left her with an exhilarated feeling. Having taken a full two quarts, Karin was in no hurry. The feeling of elation was such that Karin did something that she had never done before--she made herself a second enema. It was exactly like the first and she knew it was a matter of want rather than need, but she reasoned “If one enema is good, then a second one has to be better”. Again, she assumed the Sims position on the floor, inserted the nozzle and began the flow. And just like before, her thoughts again were about her daughters. “Why are we always so secretive about taking enemas when we are so open when it comes to talking about sex?” She thought about this morning’s talk with Autumn when she had seen the enema bag out. Autumn even admitted that she bought a syringe and took them at college, but then surprisingly confessed that her two friends, Steffy and Carla, did as well.

Again, Karin looked at the enema bag and saw that she had taken it all. She removed the nozzle and expelled the enema. While it did not clean nearly as much out of her as the first one did, it still had the desired effect, which Karin found satisfying. Once certain that she was finished before cleaning herself up, Karin put her bikinis and shorts back on, and then finished the task of cleaning up the bathroom. Once again the enema bag got rinsed out and hung on the towel rack to dry. It could wait to morning before being put away.

Not unexpectedly, Karin felt really great, but the thoughts of both her daughters taking enemas still weighed on her.

It has been too many weeks since I had written another episode, but it is fair to say that with each one the circle of friends seems to widen. This one took place almost two months ago when it was the end of the semester. I hope you enjoy. 😃

Chapter 4 - End of the Semester Tensions

Spring semester went by in a flash. Autumn, Carla, and Steffy had come to the end of their first year of college, all did reasonably well, and in all likelihood all would be returning as sophomores in September. We had not heard from Steffy since her returning to classes following Spring break when she had that unexpected encounter with her roommate, Cassie, and discovered that the two of them had been doing enemas on the sly all year.

Now it was finals week and Steffy had been carrying 16 credits, which much to her chagrin meant that she had to take five final exams this week. Some of the courses, such as psychology, English composition, and world civilizations had come easy to her and the finals proved no huge challenge either even if she did have to study for them. Biology and pre-calculus had been more or less a problem the entire semester and if there were two exams to sweat, these were those. Every waking moment the whole week were devoted to reviewing class notes, returned homework assignments, and the readings from the texts. It sort of made sense, but there were too many points where it did not.

Wednesday night found both Steffy and Cassie at their desks cracking the books. The room was as quiet as a morgue as both women tried to feel sufficiently competent to take the exams. Finally, Steffy exclaimed, “Oh, my head feels like it is ready to explode and my brain is the consistency of a bowl of oatmeal.”

“Me, too. I’m tense, have no appetite, and just want it to be over,” said Cassie. “But now that I think of it my stomach cramps might also be because I haven’t been to the bathroom since Saturday.”

“I think that was the last I went, too. I have just had to much to do and have kept putting it off. Maybe I’ll take a study break,” said Steffy taking a Coke from the fridge and heading to the bathroom and shutting the door. She took a long sip of the cold Coke and then attempted to go to the bathroom. After peeing and realizing that there would be nothing else, Steffy decided that she needed to just sit and relax so she left the bathroom to get a copy of Entertainment Today to read. As she thumbed thru the stack of magazines, Cassie said, “Need something to read for potty time?”

“Yeah, something to take my mind off of things.”

“When you’re finished, I’ll be right behind you,” said Cassie turning to yet another section of her biology book on circulatory systems.

Steffy returned to the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and read an interview with Kim Kardashian. It was interesting, even if it was a bit trite. Steffy always liked the way she dressed even if there was little else for a teenager to admire. Yet, after all the distraction, there was still no relief. She stood up, went to the shelf where she kept her things and took down the little plastic pouch holding her syringe—yes, it was time for drastic action and that only meant an enema. She had no sooner taken the bag from its pouch when there came a knock at the door. “Steffy, I hate to bother you if you are in the middle of something, but I need to go.”

Steffy opened the door and Cassie came in and peed without even seeing what Steffy was doing. When she finally looked up and saw Steffy at the sink with the syringe she immediately knew that Steffy had decided she needed an enema. “Not a bad idea, Steff. When you get done I think I might do the same.”

“I can’t tell you when I have felt this bound up. Wait just a minute, yes I can. I was exactly this miserable coming home from the music festival last summer. That’s when I looked up how to do one on the internet.”

“You looked up how to do an enema on the web?”

“Yeah, there was all sorts of good advice there. An enema might not be rocket science, but reading it online gave me the confidence that I could do it. I have to admit that I was nervous to try it that first time.”

“Well, apparently you thought it was so successful that you have done them again and stand here ready to do yet another.”

“Yeah, this won’t take that long. Then it will be your turn,” said Steffy hanging the bag from the towel rack, spreading a towel on the floor, and peeling off her shorts and thong.

“I’ll leave you alone, but wish you success and that everything comes out right,” said Cassie with a giggle at the little double entendre and closing the door.

Steffy wasted no time in lubing herself, inserting the nozzle, and assuming the knee-chest position on the floor. She clicked open the clamp and her enema began. It brought back memories of that first one she had given herself only the summer before. That one had been just plain warm water and it did in fact work, but since then she had taken to using a mild Ivory soap solution that she thought did a much better job. She clicked back the clamp to slow down the flow with the hopes that she could take the whole bag without interruption. At one point a cramp hit her, but she took some deep breaths and it seemed to subside. There was a certain sense of anticipation that comes with an enema and an elation that comes with it flowing that brought a smile to Steffy’s face.

The interlude from her studying was a welcome change this particular evening. Upon realizing that she had taken the entire bag, Steffy more or less just basked in the feeling that she would soon have some relief from being as bound up as she was, but as the pressure built it eventually reached a point where some action would be necessary, so she shut the clamp, removed the nozzle, and moved to the toilet. Slowly at first the warm water began draining from her, but then stopped. Next a cramp hit and she pushed with her pelvic muscles. It took some doing, but moments later came a huge splash as a humongous turd exited from her. “Oh, I feel like I just gave birth. That thing was immense,” she said to herself as more warm water now began to exit from her. But it was not just warm, soapy water as it also contained some of the five days of built-up poop from her system. About every 15 to 20 seconds came another wave. She might have only taken a two quart enema, but it was feeling that there were gallons expelling from her.

When she finally finished, Steffy felt about five pounds lighter, thought that her gut had shrunk by a good two inches, and there was a sense of emotion elation that told her that all of the stress of the past couple of days was gone and that the exams would turn out just fine.

Steffy put her thong and shorts back on, cleaned up the syringe and hung it to dry, and left the bathroom. “It’s all yours,” she said to Cassie.

“Apparently, it worked one more time.”

“Yeah, it did and come to think of it I don’t ever recall doing an enema that failed to work. This one exceeded my expectations,” she said with a broad smile on her face.

Cassie wasted no time getting up from her desk and heading to the bathroom closing the door behind her. From her vantage point, Steffy could hear water running, at first the distinct sound of it running into the sink and then by a muffled sound that must have been when Cassie was filling her syringe. Then all was quiet for a few minutes and all that could be heard was a faint “click” followed by more quiet meaning that Cassie was taking her enema.

Steffy turned her attention to the section of her math course dealing with trigonometric functions and had surprisingly gotten reasonably engrossed when she heard the toilet flush. She went back to studying and some minutes later heard it flush again. She pretty much knew the drill and thought that she could tell by the sounds exactly what was happening, but was taken aback by another quiet spell and one more flushing. “Wow, Cassie had to have really needed a major cleaning out,” was her immediate thought.

After some minutes the bathroom door opened and Cassie emerged with a major smile on her face.

“Am I to assume that the smile means that your enema was a pronounced success?” asked Steffy.

“Oh, was it ever. When I think about it, I probably should have done one of these on Monday rather than waiting until now.”

“I know what you mean. Not to get to clinical about it, but when I first started to release my enema I passed something so huge I thought I was giving birth.” As she uttered that statement it dawned on Steffy just how comfortable she had gotten with her roommate on this subject and in a matter of a short few weeks put Cassie on the same personal plane that her old high school friends, Carla and Autumn had enjoyed for some time.

“I have to say after that enema I feel like studying once more. It seems like my enthusiasm has returned.”

“I know mine did. Even the trig seems to make sense again. What do you say we study for about an hour and then run out for a pizza. I’ve passed so much that now I’m starved.”

“Works for me,” said Cassie.

After doing some more studying, the two girls walked across campus to a local pizzeria where they shared a veggie pizza and each had a diet Coke. It all tasted great and when they got back to the room they were ready to call it a night. They got ready for bed and the last thing that Steffy saw when she flipped off the bathroom light was two enema bags, her folding bag and Cassie’s red combination bag drying on the towel rack.

If there is an epilogue to the story it is that both Cassie and Steffy did really well on their finals, even with the science and math courses with the result that each made dean’s list for the year. Could they have achieved this without their late night enemas during exam week is open for speculation, but the two girls think it would be doubtful.

Actually, I wrote the following over this past summer but never took the time to upload it. The story is about our usual friends and the various discoveries that they make as they learn the complexities of enemas and the related sensual aspects. Enjoy.

Chapter 5 - At Home on July 4th

Autumn loved being home when her older sister, Katie, was visiting from the West Coast, and this July 4th holiday was no exception. Autumn was especially excited this visit because it would be the first she had seen her sister since she moved in with her boyfriend, Ross during the spring.

On July 1st, Autumn went to the airport to meet Katie. The plane was on-time and Autumn hung out waiting at baggage claim. Katie had to have been the last one off the plane because by the time she got there almost everyone else had claimed their bags. Nevertheless, there was the sisterly embrace before the two identified Katie’s roll-on, and then headed for the parking garage.

At the house, Katie took her bag up to the room that she would share with Autumn, set it on the bed, opened it, and took out a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. She couldn’t wait to change into the more comfortable clothes and shortly after doing so went downstairs where she joined Autumn and her parents for a welcome glass of wine prior to sitting down to a supper of Caesar salad and vegetarian lasagna. The family had the usual banter of how her career was going, the fact that Autumn was taking a health course at the community college because she hadn’t been able to schedule it at her university earlier.

After dinner, Autumn and Katie decided to head to the gym. For Autumn it was a usual routing workout and for Katie it would be to work out the kinks resulting from her long cross-country flight. Neither showered at the gym, but waited until they got home. Since they shared the main bathroom immediately next to their bedroom, both went in together. Katie started the shower, stripped off her gym clothes and stepped in. Autumn decided that she needed to primp a bit and stood at the mirror plucking her eyebrows. A few minutes later Katie stepped from the shower and dried off.

“Does Mom have any nail polish remover?” she asked Autumn.

“She might. There’s all sorts of stuff in the closet, but I haven’t looked for any recently.”

Katie opened the door and rummaged around the odd assortment of items that her mother kept in the closet in addition to towels. In fairness, it wasn’t all Mom’s because Autumn had been using the bathroom over the summer and many things were hers. Among the myriad and sundry bottles of liquids Katie found facial scrub, shampoo, crème rinse, Noxzema skin care, a partial box of tampons, and Pepto-Bismal. The enema bag with its hose neatly coiled on top was there as well and next to it was a non-descript box. Katie did not remember seeing it before, but thought it might contain nail polish and/or remover so she opened it. Much to her surprise there was a collection of items that she never remembered seeing before.

“Hey, Autumn. Have you ever seen any of this before?” she asked.

“No, not really. I think I’ve seen that box before, but jut ignored it. What’s in it?”

“I think some of these things might go with the enema bag.”

“Like what? I always thought that enema bags were just plain and simple rubber bags that you filled with warm water,” said Autumn going to see what Katie had discovered.

“Well, they usually are. Except for this stuff.” Katie took out a white vaginal nozzle that clearly was the douche nozzle that came with the bag, then she found a white nozzle that had a pronounced bulbous end to it, but there was more in the box. Next she removed a long thin red rubber tube that had to have been two feet long. Finally, there was a little blue pouch, which when opened revealed a smallish thin rubber bag and a white nozzle that was quite obviously a device for douching because there were two packets of Massengill douche powder with it.

“That has to be the douche bag that Mom had when she was in college. This has to be 30 years old.”

“Yeah, but how about the other things? What do you suppose they are?”

“My guess is that they’re enema nozzles of some type. I’m going to put them back, but later I’m going to look up on the web to see what they could be.” Said Katie, who had been stark naked up to this point, putting on a short nightie. Autumn, who still had to shower, decided it could wait until they did some research on the computer.

In their room, Katie turned on her laptop and typed “enema nozzle’ into the search engine. In a fraction of a second it came back with hundreds of thousands of hits. After reading a couple it was obvious what they had found: the first was called a barium nozzle and it was designed to stay inserted while taking an enema. The second was a colon tube and it was meant to be inserted much further than the standard enema nozzle. There was even detailed information about how each was used.

“What do you think?” asked Autumn.

“I think Mom is or was at one time much more serious about taking enemas.”

“I think you’re right, but in a way I’d love to give both of them a try. What do you say?”

“Yeah, I'm game,” said Autumn heading back to the bathroom with Katie not far behind. Once there, Autumn retrieved the combination syringe and ran the water at the sink. “So who wants to go first?”

“Well, I found them so I’ll volunteer,” said Katie. “Let’s try the barium one first. But we will need some KY. I know there’s a tube of it in the closet,” she said going back to rummaging around. By now Autumn had the enema bag filled, removed the standard nozzle, and replaced it with the barium one--wow, but that thing was huge.

“I think we’re ready. You better put a towel down on the rug,” said Autumn opening the top on the KY and putting a generous amount on the bulb. Katie knelt on the towel and pulled her nightie up to her shoulders. Autumn slowly worked the nozzle into her sister’s rosebud and once she was past half way it just sort of popped in, obviously securely in place.

“One thing is for certain, that nozzle is not about to slip out,” said Katie at about the same time that Autumn opened the clamp and started the enema. “This feels really good. After that plane trip it’s really relaxing me.”

Katie took the contents of the bag with no problem and Autumn removed the nozzle, which admittedly did not come out all that easily. Katie sat on the toilet, expelled her enema, and said, “That works pretty well. You’re next, Autumn.”

About 10 minutes later Autumn found herself on the floor, the bulbous nozzle up her rosebud as she filled with plain warm water. While she had not thought about taking an enema this day, it still had been a couple of weeks and she enjoyed the experience. About 10 minutes after that, Autumn sat on the toilet expelling thinking that this find in their linen closet was a good one. “Are we going to try the colon tube tonight?” she asked Katie.

“While I am curious about that, I want to give that more time and say we should thing about trying it tomorrow. I am really tired although have to admit that that enema really felt great.”

The next day . . .

It was along about mid afternoon, everyone seemed to have been heading off in their own direction for most of the day, when Katie and Autumn finally met up. “Whatcha doing?” asked Autumn.

“Not much now. But it has been a crazy day. Want to finished checking on our discovery?”

“Yeah, sure. But there is one thing that is bothering me. Mom has never talked to either of us about taking enemas other than earlier this year when she found out that I take them. But by the looks of things she has been perhaps a bit more than passively interested.”

“That’s a fair statement,” said Katie following her sister into the bathroom. “I can’t say that I have mental images of my parents taking enemas, but now that I think of it, why wouldn’t they? It is entirely possible that Mom has given them to Dad, but I wouldn’t expect either of them to discuss it, especially with us.”

“I know and just like we wouldn’t necessarily tell either of them that we have give an enema to each other,” said Autumn retrieving the enema bag from the towel rack where it had been drying since the night before. “By the way, do you want to go first, again?”

“Sure, why not,” said Katie taking the bag from Autumn and running the water at the sink. “If this one works as well as the one last night, I’m not sure which I’ll prefer.”

When the bag was full, Katie screwed in the stopper, but then removed the barium nozzle and attached the colon tube. After she handed the bag back to Autumn, she stepped out of her shorts and peeled off her bikinis. “I think this one gets lots of KY,” she said spreading a towel on the floor and assuming the position.

I know that I left everyone hanging with the last chapter, but since everyone is so good at making me feel guilty here is the rest.

Chapter 6 - At Home on July 4th - Part II

Autumn loved being home when her older sister, Katie, was visiting from the West Coast, and this July 4th holiday was no exception. Autumn was especially excited this visit because it would be the first she had seen her sister since she moved in with her boyfriend, Ross during the spring.

We last saw Autumn and Katie in the bathroom where they were about to experiment with a colon tube that Autumn had discovered in the linen closet that was one of the contents in a box with some other syringe parts. The evening before they had tried the barium nozzle and were convinced that it was an improvement over the standard rectal nozzle that came with most enema bags.

Katie had just stepped out of her shorts and panties and kneeled down on a towel that they had placed on the floor. Autumn rested the full bag on the edge of the bathtub as she well lubed the colon tube as per the instructions she had found on the web.

“OK, I’m going to put it in now,” she told her sister.

“Go ahead, I’m ready,” replied Katie. At that Autumn gently inserted the tube a couple of inches. It was really hard to keep hold of with all of the KY she had smeared down its length.

“Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, but just a little. I think you need to start the enema and then slowly work the tube in further.” Autumn opened the clamp, but with the bag at such a low point not much if any enema flowed. Realizing this she raised the bag and the flow increased.

“That’s better. I can feel the warmth now,” observed Katie. Autumn twisted the tube as she gently pushed it further into her sister’s rectum.

“Are you still OK? You’re not cramping or anything are you?”

“No, I can sense the tube but can’t really feel any enema flowing. You better raise the bag.” Autumn raised the bag and saw that Katie had really taken about half of it.

“You took about half the bag already! But you cannot feel anything?”

“No, not really. How far is that tube into me?”

“I’m guessing maybe 15 inches or so. Is it uncomfortable?”

“No, on the contrary. I cannot feel a thing.” At that the last of the enema had emptied from the bag meaning that Katie without even knowing it had taken two whole quarts of warm water without the slightest feeling.

Autumn shut the clamp and slowly began withdrawing the tube from Katie. She was amazed at how far it has been in. Without actually measuring it, Autumn was convinced that it had been over 20 inches. Finally, the last of the tube came out and Katie moved onto the toilet. She sat there for a little while, but nothing was coming out.

“All that enema isn’t making you go?”

Then just as Katie said “not yet” the first wave of enema exited from her.

“Oh, wow. That has to be about the stinkiest enema ever!” said Autumn fanning the air hoping that the smell would somehow dissipate.

“I’ve had enemas that I thought were good cleanings out, but nothing like this,” said Katie letting even more expel from her.

“Now this makes me want you to give me one.”

“I can do that,” said Katie finally finished expelling and cleaning herself up. She got off the toilet, took the enema bag over to the sink and began to fill it.

Autumn had felt herself getting damp even as she was giving Katie her enema and wasted no time peeling off her shorts and panties. She was on all fours on the floor by the time that Katie had finished filling the bag.

“I guess you do want this,” said Katie setting the bag down so that she had a free hand to apply some KY and then insert the colon tube into her sister. It easily slid in about 6” so Katie then opened the clamp to let the enema begin to flow. Then, exactly as Autumn had done for her, she slowly twisted and pushed the tube in further. It met little resistance, most likely because both girls had had really good enemas the night before.

“I can sort of feel it,” acknowledged Autumn taking several deep breaths.

“Are you OK? Why are you breathing deep?”

“Don’t you remember that mom told us to do that when she was giving us an enema. It is supposed to make it go faster.”

“I know it helps with cramping, but never thought it helped speed it up.” The two girls chatted without another thought to the time and soon Katie saw that the bag was empty.”

“OK, Autumn, you’re done,” observed Katie shutting the clamp and removing the tube. “All the KY sure makes this slippery.”

Autumn moved to the toilet and at first the enema expelled as a mere trickle. She was not certain what was happening until all of a sudden that trickle grew to a sizeable steady flow. “Oh, wow. I wasn’t ready for that,” she said as more enema continued to exit her.

“Both the barium nozzle and the colon tube gives a much better enema in my opinion. I think I need to buy a colon tube once I get home,” said Katie.

“I might buy a barium nozzle. I like the way it stays put when inside me. Also, the colon tube seems to be more than a one person thing.”

“So at this point,” added Katie, “We do need to clean up Mom’s things and put them back the way we found them. That box was an interesting find, but there is no way that I am about to talk to Mom about what we found let alone that we both tried some her stuff.”

“I wonder when Mom got that stuff? Just the same, you’re right, this is not a topic for one of those mother-daughter conversations,” added Autumn finishing rinsing out the bag and inverting it on the towel rack so it could dry.

“I think Mom knows that we both do enemas, but I’m pretty certain that she thinks that they are just the plain vanilla kind.” At that, Katie finished drying off the nozzles and putting them back in the box with the hopes that their mom would not now what had happened. It was another one of the secrets between sisters.

Here is a little teaser to just keep the story line alive. I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter 7 - Carla and Her Mom

To begin her second year at college, Carla’s mom gave her the old Prius because she was getting a new car of her own. Carla was grateful for the mobility and appreciated not having to beg rides from others or even worse, taking the bus, which took forever.

It was noon on a beautiful Fall Friday and while it was normal for Carla to spend weekends at college, this time she just wanted to get away. After hurriedly collecting a few things she’d need for the weekend, Carla got in the car and drove home. She arrived at mid afternoon, which was earlier than normal. The house was quiet and she took her things up to her room. After the couple of hours on the road she went into the bathroom to pee. As she sat on the toilet she could not help but notice that the family’s red combination syringe was out drying on the towel rack. Carla finished on the toilet, flushed, but then curiosity got the best of her and she took a closer look—the bag and hose were still wet. Then she reasoned that if her brother had been sick he would still have been home. The conclusion was that her mom had taken an enema earlier in the day, but probably not that much earlier.

Carla went down to the kitchen and found a Diet Coke in the fridge, which she opened and took a long sip. The thought of the enema bag dwelt on her mind as she wondered what her mom’s reasoning was. Carla also realized that this was not a topic that she would be able to bring up in casual conversation, hence she decided to occupy her mind with daytime television. Turning on the TV at that hour didn’t offer much that looked interesting so she settled on Judge Judy, a somewhat sophomoric show about small claims court. About halfway through, Carla’s mom came home. To say that she was surprised as well as glad to see her daughter would have been an understatement. Soon the two were talking non-stop bring each other up-to-date on all the happenings with various family members as well as friends in the community.

“So what do you feel like having for dinner? Macaroni and cheese or tacos?” asked her mom.

“That’s an easy one. Your mac and cheese is always my first choice,” Carla replied with a big smile. Then continuing on a different topic she asked, “You don’t happen to have any Woolite, do you? I have a couple of pieces of lingerie that I don’t want to put in the washer.”

“Yeah, I think I do. Let me come upstairs with you and see if I can find it.” The two headed up the steps and Carla followed her mom into the bathroom in search of the bottle of Woolite. The enema bag was still there very much in plain sight so Carla asked, “Are you feeling OK, Mom?”

No sooner had her mom answered, “Yes, sure, why?” when she also spied the enema bag on the towel rack. “Oh, that!” she exclaimed. “Every now and then my system just needs a little help that’s all. You know.”

“Yeah, I understand. My system is that way, too,” admitted Carla.

Then she was surprised by her mom’s next admission, “There are times when the world is just a little too crazy and I’m a little too stressed. So a nice enema seems to help me a lot.”

“Really? I never knew about that. I have been using your old douche syringe to take an enema if my PMS is really bugging some months.”

“I remember you telling me that when you were packing for freshman year. I had never tried it, but one month I was so very uncomfortable that I gave it a try. Despite my doubts it does work. That’s the reason that the bag is out drying. I did an enema earlier today before going out shopping. I think it even improved my disposition!”

Carla just smiled because she knew how much a good enema could improve hers. Then she heard herself say to her mom, “One always improves mine. Plus there are a couple of girls at college that take them just prior to that time of the month.”

“While maybe I’m not surprised, it seems to be a much more prevalent practice than I could ever have imagined. I know you mentioned that Steffy and Autumn do them, too.”

“Yeah, they do,” said Carla feeling herself flush as she remembered telling her mom that at one point and had, in fact, herself forgotten that she had done so. So she added, “I’m glad we had this little talk and maybe I have enough time to do one before it’s time for dinner.”

“That’s not a bad idea. You have plenty of time before dinner is ready, so I’ll leave you for some peace and quiet,” said her mom leaving and closing the bathroom door behind her. Carla wasted no time in running the water at the sink. As it warmed, she retrieved the bag from the towel bar after which she filled it all the way. She attached the stopper with its hose hung the full bag from the towel bar. Then just as she stepped out of her jeans and thong she could hear her mom heading down the steps to go start dinner. Some 40 minutes later, Carla was cleaned out and the bag returned to the towel bar to dry.

That night over the mac and cheese that Carla had expressed as a preference for dinner, her dad said that he was glad she was home for the weekend. Then he asked what Carla and her mom had done that afternoon.

Carla just replied, “Oh, we cleaned some stuff out.” Her mom nearly choked on a mouthful of mac and cheese, but then the two wore a somewhat sheepish smile that left Dad puzzled.

I know that I'm guilty of not doing timely postings so here are two installments in one. I have a little time this week because we are going to the lake cottage to hold Easter there and in between chores I'll probably get to write the next one. That one will be posted timely, I promise.

Chapter 8 - Thanksgiving Break Discoveries

It was just past mid semester when each of our friends, Autumn, Carla, and Steffy each had a week off at Thanksgiving. One of the first things that they did on that Friday night was get together at Steffy’s house to watch TV, talk, and enjoy a bottle of wine. Steffy’s house was the logical choice because her father had a home theatre but also a huge wine collection and didn’t mind in the least that the girls helped themselves so long as they were not drinking and driving.

They talked about how school was going, what courses they were taking, and who were the cute, but also the nerdy professors. There was a little talk about how their college’s sports teams did during the Fall, and some details about their social lives. All three had occasional dates, but really nothing that amounted to anything and the longest run with a single guy was three dates. Just like the professors, the guys were cute or nerdy, sometimes both. Some were athletes, who were nerdy in their own ways.

The three had been enjoying a nice Riesling and the bottle had just been passed around for the third time when Steffy adds, “Daddy has more of that and it looks like we need a second bottle.”

As Steffy got up, Carla added, “Thanks, Steffy, this is the perfect way to take the edge off of what has been a stressful semester.”

“Mine has been a bit stressful, too, but when it gets to be too much I know what to do for a cure,” Autumn added injected without needing to use the word “enema” because the other two knew exactly what she meant.

While Steffy had been in the wine cooler nearby, she did miss a bit of the conversation only to hear the implication about doing enemas. “I know that I’ll probably do at least one while I’m home. Not only will I need some relief from the Thanksgiving dinner, but Aunt Flo will be visiting in a couple of days. It never fails that she makes most holidays and other events all year long.”

“I know what you mean. I had a big date for the homecoming ball and sure enough I just had to get my period that day,” said Autumn adding the conversation. Steffy pulled the cork on the new bottle of wine and filled up the glasses of her two friends.

“So long as we’re talking about relieving stress, you won’t believe what I learned about mom this Fall. Can you believe that she uses an enema for the same thing we do?” asked Carla.

“No way! How did you discover that?”

“I came home early for a weekend and when I got there the house was empty. Then I went to the bathroom to pee and saw the enema bag out drying on the towel rack. A little while later mom and I were upstairs and I just casually mentioned the enema bag and she said she uses them from time to time and that it is a good way to relieve the stresses in her life.”

Autumn, perhaps under the influence of several glasses of wine, then added, “Over the summer when Katie was home she and I discovered a box in the bathroom. It might have been there in the past but we didn’t give it much notice. Anyway we opened it and there were some items that we did not recognize. The first item was a little pouch containing a rubber bag and a packet of douche powder, so it was easy enough to figure out what it was. As for the other items we did an internet search and were able to figure out that it was a barium nozzle and a rectal tube. Katie and I tried both of them and they sort of improve on the basic enema, but what is more important is that we figure that our mom used to have or maybe still does have a lot more interest in enemas than we could ever have guessed.”

“So what did you and Katie do?”

“What could we do? We put the box back the way we found it and promised to never tell a soul about what we found. I broke that promise when I told you guys, but we have a lot of secrets between us.”

“I have no idea if my mom takes enemas or not,” added Steffy. “But there is a chance that she does since we do own an enema bag. I’ll have to find a way to open the conversation.”

“How will you do that?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.”

The Following Morning

Steffy laid in bed thinking about how to open the conversation with her mom when she remembered the conversation that occurred just after the music festival when she had given herself an enema and the bag was out in the bathroom drying. This gave her an idea and soon she was out of bed and starting the water for her morning shower. While waiting for the water to warm she removed the family’s enema bag from the closet in the bathroom and put it out on the vanity with its hose neatly coiled on top. Then she took off her robe and showered. Afterward she put her robe back on and returned to her bedroom where she did any number of things that took time—she went on the web, plucked her eyebrows, removed her nail polish, and folded laundry. Eventually her efforts paid off because she heard her mom upstairs and a few minutes later she came in the bedroom.

“Steffy, are you feeling OK?”

“Yeah, not bad. Why?”

“I saw the enema bag out on the vanity.”

“Oh, that. Yeah, I haven’t been to the bathroom in a few days and thought I might need a little help. I was going to get around to doing that shortly.”

“Not a bad idea if you haven’t gone. That’s what I do.”

“There’s the answer,” Steffy said to herself knowing that she now had the opening.

“You do? How often do you need to do that?”

“Maybe once or twice a month. I have to admit that I feel just wonderful after doing one.”

“Really? How long have you been doing that? I never would have guessed.”

“Well, you have to admit that taking an enema is something we go out of our way to advertise, but to answer your question since just before your dad and I got married.”

“Oh, wow. And, yeah, I know about how one leaves you feeling really good. I love that feeling too,” said Steffy. Then she admitted, “I bought a travel bag and do them at college sometimes.”

“Nothing wrong with that. That reminds me that I had bought a travel bag back when I was in college. It sure was convenient.”

“You mean you took enemas when you were in college, too?”

“Well, not exactly. At that time it was common for girls to have a bag for what we called feminine hygiene, which today everybody just calls it for what it is, namely douching. I remember that several of us bought a bag that first semester we were there.”

“I don’t douche. Everyone says you’re not supposed to.”

“I stopped doing it right after you were born, but at that time it was standard practice to do one right after your period every month. We were trying to get pregnant and Dr. Kaiser said that douching could have been why we weren’t. I haven’t done it since.”

“Oh, wow. I had no idea.”

“So, go enjoy your enema and I’m going to finish taking care of the laundry.”

So Steffy had her answer and she guessed that she was not surprised either. Nevertheless, she had to get back to the bathroom and do an enema because now if she did not she would have some explaining to do as to why not. It was not necessarily a bad thing and in the few short steps to the bathroom found that she was suddenly looking forward to taking a couple of quarts of warm soapy water.

Some 20 minutes later Steffy sat starting to expel her enema. The anticipation of preparing the enema was enjoyable plus she liked the feeling of it filling her, but she found that she just loved the refreshing sense that expelling gave. In between waves her mind lingered back to the days when she was younger and she really did not like the idea of mom having to give her an enema at all. As a matter of fact it approached pure dread. “How times do change,” she thought to herself as her body surrendered yet more of the warm soapy mixture. “Now I find that I not only enjoy an enema, but have actually done them with friends and as of just recently engaged mom in a conversation about the pleasant aspects. Life sure can be crazy!” she exclaimed with a smile on her face as the last of the enema exited her.

“Now she couldn’t wait to talk to Carla and Autumn again. In a way it was almost TMI (too much information) because she had not been prepared to talk to her mom about douching, but as she thought about it she and her two close friends had learned that all of their moms douched in college and that they still do enemas today. It was clear that getting an enema was not a subject frequently discussed even among individuals of the same household and same gender. Carla and Steffy had already crossed that line even if Autumn and her older sister, Katie, had not, at least not yet.