Background ( condensed, I feel it necessary to explain this): in January, I encountered a friend from high school. I hadn't seen her in 54 years. In my eyes, she was the prettiest girl in school & nothing has changed. She was another friend's gf at the time, but we were a tight group of friends that did everything together as you may expect from friends in the late 60s. No cell phones, kids in our group had just regular cars, nothing fancy, no race cars, etc. Just a normal bunch of kids, no drugs, no troublemakers.
I've had a crush on her ever since that time. Kind of a long crush, I think. Well, I was kind of the dopey, shy kid that was kind of afraid of girls. I had a hard time starting a conversation with them especially if they were pretty... still have that problem.
One day, she did something unexpected... she invited me to her house to go swimming. She was so pretty that she could have invited anybody and they would have jumped at the chance... there was nobody else there, just me and her. We had a nice time and she new how to pull me out of my shell. I didn't take it any further as I knew she was a friends gf, but I remember it to this day. I think of her a lot. After high school I joined the USAF, and ended up at Lanhley AFB in VA. About halfway thru my 4 years, I re-upped and got choice of duty station. On my way to McChord AFB, WA I stopped to see my folks. The only time I could see her was the night before I was to head out. We spent a wonderful time for a couple hours and I got in my car wondering if I would ever see her again. When I started the car, "When Will I See you Again" by the Silk degrees was playing. The song talks sbout precious moments and the short times i spent with her (no sex) were certainly precious moments for me. I drove away in tears. Now, everytime I hear that song, I think of her.
Present day: I encountered her on Facebook in January. We have been seeing each other over these last few weeks. The other day I helped her carry in her shopping and found bowel prep materials & instructions in one of the bags. I asked if she ever had a colonoscopy before & she said no in an embarrassed manner. I mentioned the enema that the instructions called out & she didn't want to do that. She was kind of embarrassed when I mentioned it from the trembling in her voice. I told her not to be embarrassed as it was no big deal. She was uneasy talking about it with somebody from 50 yr in her past. I explained that it was easier to just lay there while somebody else "operated the controls." We went back & forth for awhile and she finally relented.
I went over early the morning of the day before to make sure she drank her Miralax mix correctly. About 6 hr later the runs started. Again, she was embarrassed that this was happening with someone she hadn't seen in over 50 yrs. We dealt with the situation over the next few hours and she calmed down somewhat. We sat on the couch listening to her belly rumble (lol) between trips to the bathroom.
Later that evening I gave her the bisacodyl pills and told her we need to do the enema. She was reluctant but eventually gave in. I told her to put her Jammie top on and leave the bottoms off. I asked if she had any KY or Vaseline and a some baby oil. She not up to get the baby oil & said the KY was in the nightstand. She sure had a nice bottom as she walked away... had a nice front as she came back. Her Jammie covered nothing.
When I opened the drawer to get the KY, I noticed some of her toys. I didn't say a word about them so as not to add to her embarrassment.
When she came back, I told her to lay on her left side while I filled the bag. When I came back I saw tears & the look of fear in her eyes. I told her everything would be OK. She put her face in the pillow (lol) as I lubed her anus and checked her rectum for abnormalities. She jumped when I put my finger in, face still in the pillow. I inserted the nozzle all the way in. It was a douche nozzle so I guess she must have used the bag to douche.
I pulled up her jammie top and dribbled some baby oil in her back . I opened the clamp slightly then reached down to hold the nozzle in. Because of the angle, my fingers rested lightly on her vulva... she was VERY wet. I started rubbing her back with the oil and could feel her tensness melt. She was feeling better and so was I that she was finally relaxing.
I let about half the bag in, then had her roll on her back for the rest. Since her buttcheeks were holding the nozzle in, I dribbled some more oil on her tummy and began massaging her tummy in a CCW direction, briefly brushing her pubic hair to see what the reaction would be.
Her eyes were closed so i kept going til the bag was empty. She was very relaxed so I had here lay there for another 5 min. She sat on the toilet and released while I cleaned the bag and nozzle. I was surprised that she didn't close the door. Maybe I earned her trust.
She invited me to her bed where she fell asleep in my arms. There was no sex & that was fine I was just happy to be that close to her after 54 yr. I however didn't get much sleep; however, as the bisacodyl was rumbling in her belly most of the night. That was ok as I was glad to be there for her. She woke up 4 times when the bisacodyl started working. We got up at 5 30am and started enema process started all over again in a completely relaxed manner. We finished in about 45 min and after she expelled, I joined her in the shower and tenderly washed her head to toe.
Her appt was at 10am and we were both starved. She couldn't eat for the last day and half so neither did I.
When the doctor came out he said she had some cancerous polyps that he couldn't take care of with the scope. They will require surgery to remove & I will be there every step of the way for my friend from 54yr ago.
Sorry this was so long. This girl/woman means so much to me.