Barry’s Excellent High School Reunion, Chapter 5

The next morning Brett called Barry and told him that things had gone well with Noreen and that they seemed to get along well. During the course of the conversation he managed to get the location and time for the proposal out of Barry and made a note to call Noreen with the information.

“You know she lost her husband in an accident about 10 years ago don’t you?” Barry asked.

“I had no idea to be honest, she is a cute lady for sure,” Brett replied in a voice that sounded like he was filing it away for future reference.

He got off the phone with Barry and soon had Noreen on the phone.

“He is meeting her at Famous Raymus barbecue at 7:pm,” Brett said

“He is friends with the owner and they do car shows together. The guy has a whole stable full of 60s muscle cars.”

“I think we should get there 15 minutes ahead and clue Ray into the plan for us to surprise them as he proposes,” she said with a hitch in her voice.

“Make it 30 minutes and meet me in the bar for a quick drink,” he advised.

“Sounds good, I’ll see you there,” she agreed as they said their goodbyes.

Soon Saturday arrived and Brett found himself swilling a brew and waiting with some excitement for Noreen to appear. She soon appeared in a pretty blue sundress that showed off her legs nicely. Brett made it a point of not letting his tongue hang out as he gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Glad to see you Noreen,” he said with a big smile.

“I’ve been looking forward to it as well,” she coyly replied.

“Well you look fantastic!” he blurted trying not to blush while he said it.

He ordered her a margarita and told her the old saying about too many making her clothes fall off.

“Like that’s happened in years, “she said in a disgusted tone of voice.

He thought to himself that she was so cute in that dress that he wouldn’t mind helping her out of it at all. Soon the talk turned to the surprise and they collaborated with restaurant owner Ray, an older guy in his late 60’s who looked old and crusty, but they soon found was a romantic pushover underneath. He suggested his server would keep an eye on the two lovebirds and, when it appeared Barry was popping the question, she would give them the signal so they could walk in as he sent them a bottle of champagne on the house. They retired to a private room on the side where Brett made sure Noreen didn’t run out of margaritas.

Soon Barry walked into the restaurant with Monica on his arm. He was dressed in nice slacks and a sport coat while she had a cocktail dress on that accented her trim figure and the nice bottom that Barry had grown so fond of.

It was apparent to all that they were in love as they looked into each other’s eyes and never took them off each other as they ordered and then ate their meal. Barry had set up with Ray earlier that on his signal he would bring out dessert with a heart on top as Barry got down on one knee. Ray got the signal, then notified his server to get Brett and Noreen. He made his way to their table and without any words put the dessert on the table as Barry got down on one knee. That was the signal for the manager to dim the lights except their booth and Monica looked up in surprise and Noreen and Brett walked up.

Barry got on his knee and said, “Monica would you marry me, I love you.”

She squealed with delight, “yes. . . yes . . . yes. . .” and turned to Noreen with a tear in her eye.

The whole restaurant erupted in applause as Brett slapped Barry on the back and shook his hand. Monica and Noreen were hugging each other and blubbering as both held each other, tears ran down their cheeks. The champagne freely flowed, and Brett and Noreen joined them in the booth for some celebratory drinks. The night flew by as they talked excitedly.

As the evening wound down Brett noticed that Noreen was starting to slur. Soon it was time to go home.

“I’m giving you a ride home and I’m not taking no for an answer,” he told her in a tone that suggested he was in charge and meant it.

“Yes Sir,” she replied sloppily, slurring her words. He knew he'd made a wise decision.

Brett soon had her in his Vette as she leaned over and held him as she gave him her address.

“You need to drink some water and I’ll bet Monica does too,” he said as he noticed that Monica had felt no pain either.

“Well Monica will get some water but not necessarily by drinking it!" she laughed with a sly smile.

"What do you mean?” he asked with a question mark on his face.

Noreen blushed as she told him the constipation story and how Barry had given Monica an enema. She also told him that Monica told her that Barry seemed fixated on her rear since that wasn’t the only enema he'd given her.

“Why would anyone do that?” he asked

He then related how his cousin was in the hospital once and he got one after a week and said it was the worst experience of his life. "He told me it was so embarrassing.”

“Well Brett, there are enemas for constipation and there are erotic ones too if you are so inclined. There are nerve endings that for some people seem to be connected to their genitalia. It happens with both sexes. Not everyone, but some people really get into anal stimulation.” Her words came out as her face grew more and more red.

Brett filed that little tidbit away. He had no idea that it could be erotic, but he happened to be an ass man himself and he’d just learned something new. Maybe something new about Noreen in particular he felt.

They pulled up in her driveway and she stumbled around but got her keys out which Brett took and then unlocked her door. He started to say his goodbyes when she pulled him close and gave him a big kiss. They soon found themselves on the couch, kissing and fondling each other as they explored. Brett soon had his hand under her sundress and was rubbing her pussy furiously through her panties. He noticed she was soaking wet. Noreen lifted her hips and pulled off her panties leaving no doubt in what direction this night was going.

Brett diddled her until she was on the edge. He skinned off his pants and boxers while she shed her top and bra. They were soon laying on the couch, each exploring the other as they moaned and gasped with steamy alcohol breath. He grabbed her hips and lifted her on top of him and slowly lowered her as he entered her slowly. He started going in and out, slowly picking up the rhythm as she got hotter and hotter. They both exploded at the same time, which looking back on later was unusual but nice for a first time. They both hoped it wasn’t a one-night stand, though neither wanted to say it.

Brett helped Noreen to her bedroom and prepared to leave but she begged him to stay. He really did not want to leave and knew he would be the asshole of the month if he left at this point, so he slid under the sheets with her and both were soon out for the count. Since Noreen didn’t pull the shades before she went to bed the sun woke them up with a jarring brilliance at 6:30. Brett lifted the covers gazing at her tits and started to get hard. She just groaned and complained of the splitting headache.

“What can I get for you Noreen?” he asked in a concerned tone.

“I need some Advil and a glass of water. It’s under the sink,” she mumbled.

He was soon rummaging around and found the Advil and couldn’t help but notice the cardboard box with a loop of hoses sticking out the top. Closer inspection revealed it to be a combination syringe and reading the side he figured out this is what was used for douches as well as the enema topic that came out unbidden last night. He quickly filled a glass and handed Noreen two Advil.

“Thanks Brett, I can’t remember the last time I drank so much. I hope I can hold this water down,” she exclaimed unhappily.

“Well Noreen, as you said last night there is more than one way to skin a cat. I happened to see a combo syringe under the sink, and I assume that can be used for water ingestion if you can’t drink it!” he said with a grin.

"Did I really tell you that story last night? I am so embarrassed for myself!" she said in a tone that wouldn’t make her head throb as she said it.

Meanwhile across town at Monica’s, the more or less same conversation had taken place with slightly different results. Monica was extremely hung over as well, but Barry didn’t give her any say in the matter. She was already over his knee on the bed with the tube planted firmly in her behind. She squirmed and grunted as Barry made sure she took all 2 quarts of plain warm water. As the enema finished, he pulled the nozzle and slipped in her butt plug and told her she had to hold it for 10 minutes.

She just groaned and said, "Are you figuring this is what married life will look like for us? You might think again mister!"

“Dear, not only will I enema you when you need it and maybe sometimes when you don’t, but I will spank you as well. You did really push your limits last night and I should spank you for that.”

“I’m sorry Barry but when a girl gets engaged there has to be some leeway.”

“Yes, and some consequences as well,” he said as he tweaked her plug and smiled smugly.

“Speaking of consequences, Noreen looked pretty wasted last night as well,” Monica recollected.

"Yes. Brett gave her a ride home,” he said as he wondered silently if Brett had gotten lucky.

“They sure seemed to be getting along'” he added as he rubbed her loaded tummy.

Meanwhile back at Noreen’s, Brett had tried to get her to eat something and she could hold nothing down. He got a towel and wiped her face gently after she threw up the toast he had made for her.

“Brett, I think you should leave. I hate for you to see me like this,” she said.

“Don’t worry Noreen. I really don’t mind staying to help, ” he said in a hurt tone.

“I think I need some liquid and I don’t want you to watch,” she said turning bright red.

“You mean an enema? “he blurted finding himself get instantly hard.

“If you must know, yes an enema. I need to get hydrated.”

“Now Noreen you aren’t in any shape to do it by yourself and if Barry can do it for Monica, I can do it for you, ” he said in a no-nonsense tone.

"Just show me what to do,” he ordered.

Turning her lovely shade of red,she took him into the bathroom and pulled the bottle out of the box as well as a jar of Vaseline and told him how to assemble it, fill it, and attach the big nozzle. She went back into the bedroom and lay down on a towel as she listened to him run the water into the bag knowing that same water would soon be running into her.

Soon Brett appeared holding a bulging red enema bag. Noreen pointed at a picture near the bed and told him to lift the picture off the nail hook. Brett removed it and then hung the bag on the hook that was now exposed. Hmm, he thought as he wondered how many times that hook had been used for that exact same purpose.

She watched as Brett put Vaseline on his finger then on the nozzle. She laid on her left side and lifted her upper cheek up and he spread her further and aimed the nozzle at her pulsing hole. He pushed it in without any further ado, and she gave a little ‘Umph” as it seated.

“Now I undo the clip here? You ready?” he asked as he undid the clip without waiting for an answer.

“Oooh, I guess so,” she gulped as she could feel the warm water running into her.

“Well if you throw this up, I’ll be impressed,” he said with a laugh.

Noreen didn’t reply and concentrated on taking her enema. Soon the bag was looking limp although that was the only thing. Brett couldn’t help but notice her nut-brown bung and a few brown hairs around it. "Hmm, maybe this hole needs more attention," he thought as he watched her take her enema.

The entire procedure soon had Brett hard as a rock as he looked at all her private places now being invaded by the hose as well as his gaze. He watched the bag go flat then pulled the nozzle out when she directed him to. He helped her up and watched her duck walk into the bathroom where she plopped down as she held her head. Brett followed along as she looked up and asked him to leave.

“Sorry baby, you look really hung over and I am not going to let you fall off. After all I am always a gentleman!”

She made no reply, just turned shades of red. She tried to hold it but there was all that warm water pushing against her sphincter with gravity on its side. Soon she let out a big squirt followed by some farts that made her turn even redder, followed by more gas escaping unmercifully. She sat there pitifully as Brett held her hand and wiped her face off. She finally was done and had him help her up. He guided her to the front room where she plopped down on the couch with its many fine recent memories. Brett got her a glass of cold water which she managed to keep down along with a bagel. To her amazement she was hungry and wolfed them down.

“Nothing like a good enema to stir up an appetite.” She thought to herself

They talked about wedding plans and Barry’s proposal for a couple hours. Brett then helped her up and told her to lie down for a while and take a nap. Again, he started to leave, but she wouldn’t hear of it. Soon they were both in dreamland, each having naughty thoughts while they slept.

After a couple of hours Noreen gave a big yawn and rolled over with her arm on Brett. He looked up at her and smiled, which was followed by a kiss. Soon hormones started taking over and Brett was hard, and Noreen was hot. He played with her slit for a minute then rolled her over. Before he could get any farther, she stopped him and went into the bathroom. He heard rummaging and she came back in with Vaseline and a vib.

“You are pretty lubed up already. I don’t think I need Vaseline,” he commented.

“You might if you take my bottom,” she whispered while again turning that shade of red.

“Well the highway should be clear,” he said as he applied Vaseline to his shaft.

She bent over on the bed and he started by penetrating her with a finger then two. “Mmm," she hummed as he made sure her anus was ready for him. He slowly pushed in while Noreen turned on the vibrator. Soon she was taking him to the hilt while moaning and groaning every time he hit bottom. As he was getting close, she turned up the vibrator to high and pushed it strongly against her clit. He yelled and gripped her bottom as he thrust in deeper and shot his load into her ass. She could feel him convulsing and screamed into the pillow as she orgasmed. They stayed like that for a minute, him kneeling on the bed while she stayed on her knees with her head in the pillow. He slowly withdrew and collapsed on the bed. She fell beside him with a smile on her face and a greasy bottom.

He got a washcloth and spread her gently as he cleaned up and did the same for himself.

“Do you have a razor?” he asked out of the blue.

“Why yes there are some new ones and some cream in the drawer in the bathroom. Why?” she said in a puzzled voice.

“I wanted to shave a few hairs off, “ he said with a laugh

“A few hairs where?” she asked suspiciously

‘You’ll see,” he said with a smirk.

“Get back up in that same position and I’ll be right back,” he said as he headed toward the bathroom.

He heard her give an exasperated sigh as he got the razor and came back to find her with her fine bottom in the air. He soon lathered her up between her crack and proceeded to shave her carefully until she was smooth as a baby. He did the tops of her legs as well, better than she ever did in the shower. It was a good thing her face was in the pillow so he couldn’t see how embarrassed she was. He gave her a playful slap on the rump when he was finished.

They ended the night with a pleasant dinner at Buddy’s which ended with another kiss and a promise to call her very soon.

End of Chapter 5