"Are you frightened at all, Keith?" she asked, and as she spoke she
gently rested her arm on the bed next my leg and delicately began a slow
pat on my thigh with her beautiful hand.
"No, I'm not frightened, I just want it all to be over," I said (at
least all the surgery stuff - this casual affection and leg patting was
"Well, there is one more thing I have to explain tonight - your
procedure requires that the incision site be free of possible
contaminants and your system clear. Do you know what that means?" she
asked, and as she spoke she leaned in closer. Her perfume was
intoxicating and smelled of gardenias, her hair reddened as she caught
the overhead lights and flashed an auburn fire, her skin was almost
translucent and so perfect that any makeup would only detract from her
flawlessness. She moistened her full red lips with the tip of her
tongue, rested her hand slightly higher up on my thigh (so close that I
knew she would feel without looking the stretching of the thin blue
blanket as it rose with the stiffening of my penis) and said, "That
means I will have to shave you and evacuate your bowels by enema early
Her elegant hand traced its way further up my thigh, as she stared
straight into my wide open eyes as I contemplated what that meant. Her
palm rode right up over the tent-like rise at my crotch and she stopped
as she gently cupped my scrotum and erect penis in her palm and she
said, "Don't worry, Keith, I know what I am doing here ( she softly
rubbed the shaft of my penis through the blanket ) and I won't cut off
anything important !" And with those words she gripped my shaft and
squeezed softly, released her grip, gave me two quick little pats and
reached back into her lap for the chart.
All this time, a bolt of sexual electricity was rocking my immature
body. I couldn't believe what this beautiful creature had just done and
how casually she had done it - as if merely to reassure not to arouse -
unaware (or possibly TOO aware) of the effect of her nurturing gesture.
I was glad she stopped when she did otherwise I would have exploded
under her touch, but at the same time I sure wished she would have
continued! I couldn't figure out if I was more aroused or embarrassed at
my obvious arousal - she certainly paid no apparent attention to my
Afraid to respond or even more I chanced a quick glance at her out of
the corner of my eye. Her head was tilted down as she wrote in the chart
and as she wrote, without looking up she said, "I will be in around
seven in the morning after early rounds and take you down to the
treatment room. I will prep you for the procedure by shaving your lower
abdomen and then I'll complete the enema evacuation and you'll be ready
She closed the chart, put her pen in the pocket at her waist, folded her
hands in her lap and looking, again directly at me she spoke (as if she
had been reading my mind!) "Keith, honey, don't be ashamed or
embarrassed by your arousal, I have seen lots of them. It is perfectly
normal and understandable." She stood and leaning over closer (oh, that
fragrance!) continued, "its my job to make sure you are ready for
surgery and completely relaxed." She slowly stretched out her hand again
to my now softening member and traced a couple of circles over my crotch
with her index finger and then again rested that soft gentle hand right
on top of my penis and smiling with her whole face, she squeezed again
and said, "Completely relaxed, Keith - trust me!"
She had not even made it to the door of my room before my mind began the
painful analysis of all the options as to what she meant by that last
statement. I was not a complete sexual novice, but never had anything
ever happened to me that was this exciting, certainly a WOMAN had never
touch me before, particularly one as elegant and entrancing as this one.
My mind raced to explore the possibilities, and it was then that it
finally dawned on me, something she had said that I had not taken too
much notice of at the time because I was intensely distracted by that
lovely hand wrapped gingerly around my penis.
AN ENEMA !?!?! God, it had been years since I had something like that
forced on me, I did remember the experience with fondness, nor did I
look forward to the one tomorrow with relish, in spite of the
administrator. I began to think back and all I could remember was
initial discomfort, embarrassment and then actual pain and humiliation.
How could I let Erin do something like that to me ?
I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I remember was a
hand on my shoulder telling me it was time to take my vital signs. I
woke with a start, my thoughts picking up instantly where I had left off
last night contemplating the dreaded enema. I glanced at the clock on
the wall - it read 5:30 am - at least I had a while to figure out how to
avoid this intrusion. I tried to come up with excuses that might delay
or even prohibit such a treatment, but to no avail.
Then unexpectedly, the door open and my parents came in. "They told us
you weren't still asleep, " Mom said, "so we just wanted to drop in and
visit a little while before you had to go downstairs." I tried to sound
cheerful and upbeat and really I wasn't scared of the surgery so much as
the pre-surgical trauma I was sure to undergo at Erin's lovely hands. I
don't remember too much about their visit but Mom and Dad rose abruptly
and mumbled something about my seeming distracted and wished me luck,
then kissed me and said they would be waiting in recovery and probably I
could use some time alone. I looked immediately at the clock.
THEY HAD BEEN THERE ALMOST AN HOUR!!! I didn't remember ten words I had
said to my parents in that time, and now Erin would soon be here. What
was I going to do? Maybe I could assure her that I had recently visited
the bathroom and she was wasting her time?
No, that would never work. I would just have to think harder. I threw
back the covers, slipped on my paper shoes, and walked into the bathroom
thinking I would at least make this as easy on myself as possible. After
eliminating what I could, I took off my own pajamas and stepped into the
shower. I dried myself and eyed the cheap, flimsy open-backed gown that
I was to wear the remainder of the day.