One other thing that I have shared elsewhere is this: when I was in high school, there was a girl who sat beside me in homeroom all three years we were there (10th, 11th, and 12th grades). We were also in several classes together and had numerous friends in common. I knew that she was very enamored of me. Although I liked her and we were friendly throughout high school, we never went out on a date. We would occasionally attend a party where we were both invited and came and went separately.
In an era of miniskirts, she dressed rather plainly and conservatively compared to our other friends. Much of that had to do with her parents. Although slightly overweight, there was a figure under those jumpers that she wore as I recall from seeing her in a one piece bathing suit at a pool party during our senior year. She was one of those students, like me, who knew what she wanted to do when she got out of high school. Her career was going to be in nursing.
While we were in high school, she first started volunteering at a local nursing home as a "candy striper." She later became a part-time employee and I did see her in her uniform for the nursing home after school. It was more revealing than her street clothes (you could tell she had a nice pair of breasts hidden away under those jumpers and shirts she wore). She clearly had a passion for what she did and we talked about what made a good versus bad nursing home (Federal nursing home standards were being developed while we were in high school and she and I went to public hearings on Capitol Hill over a two-day span).
She had her favorite patients, of course, and she told me a number of funny stories about them. One of the things she would tell me about were these old men who would occasionally need enemas for constipation and how "excited" they got and how erect they got as she would administer enemas to them. She told me that it was having a cute young girl with large breasts giving them these nice warm enemas ("one was never enough for dirty old men"). I sat there and listened and never said a word about my own enema fetish (oh, if only I had). But we were both born in 1953, in an era where enemas were still common and still occurring in 1968-1971. Anyway, we graduated high school. I went to North Carolina to pursue my engineering degree and she went to nursing school at the DC Hospital Nursing School. We saw each other again at a Christmas party for all our high school friends and I was still dating the girl I dated during my senior year of high school. The thing that I recall about the party was that a close friend of both of us showed up at the party pregnant. Oh, and we were making mixed drinks even though it was illegal in VA at our age (perfectly legal for the friend of mine from GA, though).
After early April, my girlfriend and I took a break from dating each other (it was a mutual thing). I returned to Northern Virginia in the second week of May for the summer break. My nursing school friend found out about my break in dating my high school girlfriend, called me, and invited me to a Memorial Day party at her house (along with other mutual friends from high school). Did I need to bring something, I asked? No, just myself.
My dad and my brother were both away during that weekend, though I don't remember where (they weren't together. My dad was with a girlfriend someplace and my brother was with friends). I had the house to myself for the entire weekend. The Indianapolis 500 was run on Saturday and was tape-delayed for the very first time on ABC. Previously, the Indy 500 was played back on Wide World of Sports as a summary/ highlight and not the full race. Anyway, it was supposed to be a watch party of the race. I didn't have a car at that time. But I did have a bicycle and she didn't live that far away from me.
There probably were things that I did around the house that were my "chores." I don't remember what they were, but I may have installed the two large window air conditioners since I was capable of doing that on my own and we were moving into the warm season. I do remember sitting out in the driveway on a lounge chair behind the house and it being a warm day. I had also decided that a nice cool enema might be just the thing after sitting out in the sun. So, I went upstairs, got the red open top bag, filled it in the utility sink and then hung it up in the basement bathroom to take later.
I was laying there reading a book when she pulled her car into the driveway: a big, black Desoto that her dad had given to her when she was in high school. It was a land yacht and I recognized it right away. I got up, wearing my Speedo style swimsuit, to greet her. She got out of the car and I barely recognized her. She was wearing these short-short style orange knit shorts and a v-neck striped top that emphasized her figure and most notably her breasts. In total, she lost 54 pounds over the year. She looked great!.
She saw me out on the driveway as she was on her way home and thought she'd stop (to be sure I was coming to the party). We chatted for a few minutes out on the driveway before I thought to ask her if she wanted some lemonade or some other soft drink. She told me yes, and when we got into the basement, she practically jumped me. She got me down on the floor and got on top of me while we were making out. I was thirsty, and I had her let me up so I could go get the drinks and bring them down to the basement. While I was upstairs in the kitchen, she went into the basement bathroom. I didn't realize it right away but I knew as I was coming down the stairs. There was that moment of panic about the enema bag hanging on the coat hook in the bathroom. I remember thinking "maybe she won't notice it." I knew better, though. So, I sat down and waited until she came out.
When she came out of the bathroom, she had stripped out of her clothes and was completely naked carrying the enema bag hooked over her right index finger saying "somebody's being a naughty boy." It was those Cadillac bumper bullet breast she had...(solid!) at the same level as the bag that I just couldn't take my eyes off. She found one of the hooks on the underside of the mantle over the basement fireplace and hung the bag and the nozzle. Then she came to me and stripped my swimsuit off me and we embraced and kissed. My cock was so hard and this was the first time we had ever seen each other naked, so we took the moments to take in each other before she stepped in such a way to have me get down on the carpeted basement floor again. More kissing and fondling.
Finally, she inserted the nozzle into my rectum, took my cock in her mouth and opened the clamp to allow the 2+ quarts flow into me. The bag drained with a loud gurgle and she asked if I could take more (of course I could). She got up, refilled the bag, brought it back and hung it up and slipped the nozzle back into me. She asked me how much I could take and I told her that I should be able to take the whole bag. This time she turned around to put us in a 69 position and sat down on my face while she took my cock in her mouth once again. She ground down on me as she came and I did have some trouble breathing when she sat straight up on my face. But I took the whole bag and actually held it for a few minutes. But I didn't cum. I let her know that I needed to get up and release the enema.
She did something that I did not expect. In addition to holding the nozzle in my ass as we walked to the bathroom, she followed me in. The basement toilet is a circular bowl rather than oblong and she had me turn to the right on the toilet bowl (not the seat) and then she got down on her knees between my legs and took my cock in her mouth while I expelled. I'd never even fantasized about this. It didn't take me long before I was cumming. My sperm went everywhere in addition to her mouth. It went in her mouth, on her face, in her hair, on her breasts. We were both 18 and I shot big loads back then.
It was the first time I cleaned up my cum from someone else, sucking it off her face, and her breasts and then the two of us sharing it between the two of us. She wiped the cum out of her hair with the hand towel, picked up her black panties and slipped them on and took her clothes out into the basement. She kept checking on me as I expelled the enema until I was mostly emptied. She helped wipe me clean and after some more kissing and embracing, she got dressed and said she need to get home. We made some plans for us to spend as much of the weekend together as we could. I did jokingly ask her if she treated her geriatric patients that way and she indignantly told me "no." I had hoped she would return for the 50th high school graduation. But I heard that she had some health problems and wasn't going to make it.
We were two kids from the enema era who found each other, if only for an afternoon, to enjoy some naked enema time together.
Unfortunately, her dad thwarted those plans as he suspected (correctly) that something was going on between the her and I. That got very nasty and ugly. In order to preserve some domestic tranquility, we put our weekend plans on hold. We never got together after that.