I met Rachelle Walenberg about two years after her husband died. Over the years we've developed a close friendship. We usually see each other every week, spending some time engaging in girl talk, going to dinner or taking her daughter to some activity. Rachelle dates socially but has avoided a serious relationship since her husband passed away. She is a truly beautiful woman with a stunning figure so I know there have been ample opportunities.

A little over a year ago we were going out to dinner. When I arrived at her house Rachelle was still wearing a bathrobe. She looked a little flushed and I asked if she wasn't feeling well. It wasn't like her to be late.

"No, I'm fine, just running a bit late. Come on up while I get dressed." she said.

In her bedroom, we babbled about everything in the world while she dressed. In the midst of our conversation, Rachelle turned to me and said, "I just gave myself an enema."

That's normally not a casual comment even between women and I asked again if she was feeling well.

"No, I'm not constipated if that's what you're asking." she said. There was a faint smile on her face while she added, "I just wanted one and it felt so good too."

I didn't really know what to make of her response. Being given an enema was nothing I would have considered remotely connected with pleasure. Over the next few months I learned everything about her enema fetish and helped proof read a story she wrote for Speculum Pages.

Until then she had been so private about it that I had no clue, in spite of how close we had become. Before long I could always tell if she just taken an enema. There would be a satisfied happiness about her and she'd seem content and very relaxed. It didn't need to be spoken, I'd never mention her fetish to anyone. I didn't, nor did I ever initiate the subject in a conversation. Quietly, I couldn't help but be curious. I didn't understand if she got physical or erotic pleasure from an enema or perhaps both. I felt it was just too intimate a subject for me to start asking questions.

Her daughter was at a Sunday-school day camp when Rachelle suggested we spend the afternoon together just relaxing and getting some sun. When I arrived she had that tell tale glow and I knew she had just given herself an enema.

"You did it, didn't you?" I said with a little knowing smirk. She nodded and smiled, then told me how good it felt. The smile on her face spoke volumes.

"Do you remember what it felt like the first time you got one?" she asked.

I blushed and stammered as I searched for some way to say that I'd never had an enema in my life. Rachelle seemed shocked for a moment then took my hand.

"Never, not even as a child?" she said.

I couldn't look her in the face as I shook my head. It was if I had missed an important event in my life.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you but I assumed everyone had at some time." Rachelle said.

We sat talking for a while in the living room. Actually, Rachelle did nearly all the talking while I listened. There was a long silence and I could tell she was deep in thought.

"I'm going to take another one," she finally said. "Come upstairs with me."

"Oh, Rach, I don't think I....." I never finished the sentence before she interrupted. "Please, I want you to come with me."

Numbly, I followed her to her bedroom. It was a lovely room, neat and beautifully decorated. I could almost sense the serenity she felt in her private space. By the bed was a folding IV stand with her empty bag and long hose. A thick black curved douche nozzle with a bulb tip dangled over one of the IV stand arms. Rachelle dimmed the lights and turned on some soft music. It was an atmosphere she obviously always created.

"Please, sit down and be comfortable," she said motioning to the bed.

I felt like I was intruding on something extremely private and she sensed my uneasiness.

"I'd really like you to stay with me but if you..." Rachelle said.

It was more of a nervous twitch but I nodded my head.

"Thanks. I want you to. I'll just be a moment." she said.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched in silence while she gathered her things, went into the bathroom and closed the door. I heard water running but that was all. When she came back, Rachelle was wearing a bathrobe and carrying her full bag. She didn't say a word as she hung the bag and lay down on the bed with her back toward me.

There was a measured grace as she raised the back of her robe and positioned herself with her knees pulled up. I marveled at her partially naked body and secretly wished I had her shape - little wonder so many men found her so attractive. She scooped a dap of Vaseline on her finger and slipped it between her buttocks to lubricate herself, wiping the residue on the nozzle. I only caught a glimpse of her anus when she slipped the bulb tip in. Slowly, she manipulated the nozzle back and forth, each stroke pushing it in deeper, until only the hose remained outside her body. For a moment she was still as if savoring the expectation of what was to follow.

I know it really wasn't loud but when she released the clamp it sounded like a firecracker. The hose jerked briefly as the flow started and Rachelle took a deep full breath. For the next few minutes, while the warm water flowed into her body, I could hear her deep and steady breathing with a few sighs of pleasure. Her hand never left the end of the nozzle. She gently moved it in and out and rotated it slightly while the bag slowly flattened and the enema filled her bowels.

Rachelle clamped the hose but continued moving the nozzle briefly before she lay still. I couldn't see her face but knew her eyes were closed as she lay there enjoying something I couldn't understand. Ever so slowly she removed the nozzle, got up and walked to the bathroom. From beyond the closed door I heard her evacuate the enema. When she finally came back and lay on the bed, even with her eyes closed, I could tell she was totally relaxed and utterly contented.

"Hmmmmmm," she sighed, "that felt sooo good."

I had never imagined I'd ever see something like that and I had to ask what she felt.

"Rach, is it sexual or physical...what you feel, I mean."

Maybe that didn't explain my question but I think she understood. She looked at me for a moment as if trying to pick the right words.

"Both, I think," she finally said.

"It feels very good going in and coming out too. Yes, there's something sexual about it too."

For several minutes Rachelle tried to explain what it was like getting an enema and what she felt but the whole experience was hard to put into words. After a pause she added, "Maybe if you tried it you'd understand. I'm not going to push at all but if you want to, I'll help you."

I've never considered being anally erotic. I'm not a prude but I've never had anal sex and anal penetration wasn't something I particularly desired.

"Oh Rach, I...don't know. I've never had one before and I... well, I'm a little scared."

The more I stuttered and stammered the more I realized I was talking myself into it. I know I was blushing but blurted out I would let her give me an enema...just a little one...if she was very careful and would stop if I asked her to. I think what scared me most was that ominous looking black douche nozzle and the thought of it being pushed up inside me.

Rachelle gave me a pretty robe to wear but I modestly changed in the bathroom. Sitting on the bed I was shaking like a leaf. Her soothing words eased my embarrassment and helped build my confidence but deep down I was still a little frightened. I'm certainly not a lesbian and neither is Rachelle but I knew I'd be touched by a woman and that bothered me too. And then there was that big douche nozzle.

"I know you're really nervous but try to relax." she said. "If it makes you very uncomfortable we won't give it to you. I don't want you be afraid and I wouldn't hurt you for the world."

She was so tender and caring it made me feel better and I agreed to continue.

"Just sit still. I'll be back in a minute."

When she left I realized she didn't take her bag and nozzle. It was still hanging on the IV stand. Surely she wasn't going just fill the bag and put the nozzle inside me without cleaning it! It seemed like forever but she returned carrying a pitcher of warm soapy water and had a hose of some sort over her arm. When she stretched out the hose I saw some holes near one end just below a smooth round tip. There was a squeeze bulb in the middle that looked like the primer bulb on my friend's outboard motor. Rachelle put the end of the hose in the pitcher and started squeezing the bulb until the liquid squirted out through the holes at the other end. It didn't take rocket science to understand what was going to happen.

I lay quivering on my tummy, my legs pressed tight together, while Rachelle talked to me. I don't remember a word she said but I sucked in a deep breath when I felt her raise the back of the robe. Silently I prayed she wouldn't fondle or play with me and she didn't.

"I'm going to touch you lightly to put some Vaseline on you," she whispered.

My cheeks clamped tight but she managed to open them just enough and an instant later I felt her spread a little Vaseline on me.

"You're doing just fine, try to relax. I'm going to insert the tube just a little way, it won't hurt at all." she said.

When the tube touched me I jumped. I made a little moaning sound and my anus puckered tight. I felt it slipping inside me. My body shuddered and I softly whimpered. It didn't hurt a bit but I was so frightened I couldn't help it. Suddenly it dawned on me it was the first anal penetration I had experienced. Rachelle told me to breath normally and for a moment we were still. Then, slowly, she squeezed the bulb.

I felt a gentle rumbling and a momentary, but slight, feeling of pressure in my rectum. Then I felt something warm inside me. Again we were still. Another slow squeeze and the same sensations. Gradually, I relaxed but still gasped when she squeezed the bulb. The warmth persisted and seemed to spread up into my lower belly. I don't remember how many times she injected a little warm soapy water into me but before long the pressure didn't go away and I felt like I had to use the toilet. I mumbled something about feeling full and tried shifting my position. Rachelle squeezed the bulb slowly again. The multiple sensations were the same but I felt the pressure rapidly rising and the full feeling made the need to expel become acute.

"Rach! Don't do anymore!" I gasp. "I...I feel so full."

"You did just fine," she whispered and slowly removed the hose. "Just lay still a minute before you get up."

I couldn't wait a minute and with a groan stumbled to my feet. As I closed the bathroom door I heard Rachelle saying something about "just let it come out slowly" but I had a urgent mission and my mind was elsewhere. I could feel my insides rumbling just as I sat on the toilet. I had time to take one deep breath before it started coming out. There wasn't anything slow about it either. I had a sudden strong contraction and unable to control myself, I spewed the most horrid smelling mixture anyone could imagine into the toilet. Worse yet I knew Rachelle could it hear it too. For a couple minutes I sat there trying to catch my breath before wiping myself and returning to the bedroom. "My God!" was all I could say.

Bless her heart, Rachelle could see I wasn't impressed with my first experience and tried easing my obvious embarrassment by explaining a few things to me. It was necessary, she said, to empty the rectum before an enema could work up into my colon. My head was spinning and all I could think of was wondering why she got so much pleasure out of something like that.

"Just lay still for a few minutes", she said. "You'll be able to take an enema now with no discomfort."

Take an enema? I thought I just had one!

While I struggled with getting my nerve up, Rachelle tried to explain what she felt - feeling the nozzle slipping into her body, an awareness of it being there, the soft vibration when the water went in, the warmth that spread through her lower belly, the fullness, the varied sensations when she expelled and the strange but satisfying peace when she had finished. Much of what she said I couldn't or didn't understand but I had seen the affect it had on her so I knew she was being honest with me. She also said that sometimes and enema alone will bring on an orgasm and at other times, if the mood is right, she masturbates during an enema.

Yes, I masturbate sometimes, but silently I prayed she wouldn't suggest I do it in front of her or, God forbid, she tried to do it to me. That was something I just couldn't do.

"I think you're ready now," she said after a lull in the one sided conversation.

"I'll get everything ready for you." With practiced ease she took the bag off the IV stand and started for the bathroom.

"I hope you enjoy it, even a little" Rachelle said. "Then maybe you'll understand."

I wrapped the robe tightly around my body while I waited and listened to water running behind the door. A few minutes later she returned carrying the full bag. Thank God, she had replaced the big black nozzle with a standard douche nozzle. Even that looked a little menacing while I mentally compared where it was supposed to go in with where I knew it was going.

Rachelle again had me lay on my tummy with the robe bunched up above my waist and my legs slightly spread. For several minutes she rubbed my back with lotion. The soft music and the massage gradually helped me relax and before long much of the tension drifted away. Still, it took a lot of effort to not clench my buttocks when I felt her spread some Vaseline on my anus. Ever so gently, she spread my cheeks. An instant later I felt the nozzle touch me. I know I puckered but I couldn't help it. Rachelle made a little twisting motion and I felt the nozzle going in. It was the oddest sensation and I tried to visualize the tip being pushed deeper and deeper in my rectum. I could feel it inside me and groaned a little. It didn't hurt - it just felt very strange. This was the deepest anal penetration I had ever experienced and I must admit there was a tinge of a "naughty thrill" - sort of like when I first played with myself as a little girl.

"Does it feel okay?" Rachelle asked in a soft assuring voice. Gently she rubbed my back and hips.

"I can feel it...inside me," I stammered. "Doesn't hurt...just feels so strange." I shifted my hips a little trying to adjust to the feeling.

With Rachelle's help I rolled on to my left side and pulled my right leg up. Knowing what was about to happen, my breath was coming in little gasps. All the time she kept talking to me. "Are you ready?" she asked. I nodded my head and probably mumbled something.

"Just relax and take a deep breath," she whispered. I tried.

I heard the click when the clamp was opened and an instant later felt the surge of warm water.

"Oh my God, Rach!" I jumped and squirmed. Like before, I felt the rumbling of the water in my rectum, felt the pressure spike and then the warm feeling spreading in my lower belly. The big difference was instead of coming in little segments when she squeezed the bulb, it was now continuous. I tried to breath like she told me but that seemed impossible. Images of Rachelle's fear and uncertainty when she was given her first enema as a young girl swept through me.

Slowly and very gently Rachelle moved the nozzle in and out with little twisting motions. It was a wild mix of sensations I would never have imagined as I accepted the first enema of my life. She was so gentle it helped me take it and quelled my apprehension. It felt warm inside me but soon the increasing pressure made me feel I needed to use the toilet quickly.

"Rach...you'd better stop it," I gasp. "I feel so full."

It was just a cramp but she stopped the flow and a few seconds later I felt better. My enema resumed with the water going in much slower now. It didn't take long before I asked Rachelle to stop. This time I had to get up and head quickly to the toilet. I felt bloated and waves of cramps were sweeping through me. Every step shifted the water in my bowels and for a few seconds I was terrified I'd have a nasty accident.

Sitting on the toilet I alternated between clutching at my tummy and burying my head in my hands while I panted and waited for something to happen. I could still feel the warmth of the enema I carried but mostly I felt pressure waves and a series of growing contractions that swept through my lower abdomen. First there were a couple little spurts that sent shivers up and down my body. Then a longer stream that caught me by surprise when it came out. Finally, I seemed to expel the remainder in a long steady burst. Every time I released some of the enema I felt a strange sensation. It wasn't at all unpleasant and, quite honestly, it was even exciting. Even though I've never been penetrated I've had anal stimulation during sex that heightened my orgasm. Expelling the the enema was very similar and my juices were flowing. Finally it was over and I cleaned up. Back on the bed, I felt a warm but very relaxing fatigue while Rachelle gently rubbed my lower back.

I knew she was concerned about how I felt when she finally asked what I thought.

"It was nothing I could have ever expected," I murmured. "I still feel warm inside. It almost makes me sleepy."

I turned over to look at her.

"Rach, I'm beginning to understand how you feel. I know you feel something much different when you get one. And I can imagine how it could make the sex better too." I winked at her and smiled.

Rachelle really wanted me to get some enjoyment out of the experience and only gave me one quart of warm water. It was probably enough for my first time. We lay on her bed talking for a long time while she tried to explain how getting an enema from someone you loved was so good and how it made sex so intense. Just the subject was making me stir and if the setting was different and I was with someone special, I'd probably be in bed with him enjoying some great sex myself.

When Rachelle got up I knew what she was going to do and wasn't surprised when she said, "I'm going to take another one."

I closed my eyes for a moment and when I looked up she was hanging another full bag with her black nozzle on the IV stand. Facing me, she started removing her robe but then stopped.

"If this embarrasses you, please tell me and I won't. It's much more comfortable like this."

I told her I didn't mind and off came the robe. For the first time I saw her completely nude. Rachelle has the body of a woman in her early twenties. Her breasts aren't particularly large but ample enough to make any woman jealous. Her belly is flat as a board and flows into near perfect hips and legs. One glance and I could tell she works out regularly. With her really pretty face she is totally beautiful and I couldn't hide my envy.

Other than the music, there wasn't a sound when she lay down facing me. I would have died if she'd ask me to put the nozzle in for her but she didn't. It was like I was hypnotized watching her lubricate herself and the nozzle, then slip it all the way. For a moment she lay still, toying with the nozzle like she did before, then she rolled over on her back and drew her legs up a little. Her chest rose and fell with each breath and her nipples were hard, jutting prominently from her firm breasts.

I wasn't expecting it when she snuggled next to me. I could feel the warmth of her naked body against me but I didn't move. It suddenly struck me that she was either like a little girl who needed comforting or she dreaming about Ben. Either way I felt sorry for her and gently cradled her head on my arm.

"Oh, Rach...it won't be the same," I said in a hushed voice.

"I know," she whispered. Without opening her eyes she opened the clamp.

As the enema flowed into her now empty bowels, Rachelle sighed and quietly drifted into her dream world with Ben. Slowly her knees parted and her right hand slipped between her legs. I had never seen a woman masturbate before. Unable to speak or move, I cradled her head until she reached an orgasm just as the bag flattened. It must have been another five minutes that she lay there with her eyes close, breathing heavily, with a look of serenity on her face. It was an experience I will never forget and made me hope that sometime I would be as deeply and totally in love as Rachelle had been - or still is, at least with the memory.

That was the one and only time I've seen her take an enema even though I know when she has if I see her soon after and I've not had one since. Yes, I did get an erotic feeling and it wasn't unpleasant as I expected. But I cannot seem to get past the notion of it being self induced diarrhea, something I don't enjoy at all. Enemas will never be a part of my life. Severe cramping and constipation isn't a problem for me before my period. Still, someday I may try her suggestion of taking one afterward for a "fresh start", as she put it.