fandomhigh | Sexual Education [07/13]

"Hi," Becky said, eyeing her class as they arrived at the campfire. There were tables scattered about - about large enough for two people to work together at one. "This is Sex Ed. I'm Becky. 'Ms. Vartan' will get you detention. 'Mrs. Bluth' or any variation thereof will get you shot."

"Anyway. Here is where we learn about those things between your legs, and how to use them. I only have one rule: Don't piss me off. You get to figure out what that means all on your own."

"So. First of all, I'd like y'all to fill out the info on those sheets," she said, gesturing to a stack of papers. "'Course, you can choose to leave things blank. I don't care. Just trying to get a feel for who I'm working with. Once you're done with that, we're doing the first of many, many practical lessons. You're going to be in groups of two and one group of three."

She read off the list. "Bridge and Belthazor, Nadia and Lana, Maia and Pip, Dawn and Sam, Phoebe, Blair and Samuel, and Seras and Demyx ~~who were ALWAYS HERE~~. Get behind a table with your partners. If I said your name wrong or you prefer something else, I don't care but you can tell me anyway, I guess."

Becky strode over to a table, upon which were four elongated balloons (the sort used to make balloon animals) filled with...something. The something was made quite obvious as Becky picked up a can of whipped cream and sprayed it into the balloon. She stopped and tied off the balloon so that it was about seven inches long, and filled with enough whipped cream that it was taut, just like the other five balloons.

"Our activity for today," she said as she walked around and set a balloon and a foil-wrapped Trojan Magnum (lubricated and ribbed, for her pleasure!) on each table, "is to get the condom on the balloon. Which seems easy...'cept that there's been a tiny hole pricked in each balloon, in the...head, as it were." Becky snickered. "If you're not gentle, you'll get whipped cream everywhere. Once the condom is on, you can test to make sure you did it right by squeezing the balloon, which is really just like a male climax, though whipped cream, as I've said before, tastes a hell of a lot better. Unless the male in question regularly drinks pineapple juice, or so I've heard."

[ooc: ~~First of all, wait for my OCD threads. OCD is up!~~ I lied, I know I missed at least one person. Secondly, needless to say, this workshop might not be the safest for work. :)

Note on the balloons: they're...to scale. Average size you would expect. And they're filled with enough whipped cream that they're soft but taut enough that they won't, um, lose shape, so to speak. Feel free to mod them as necessary, but keep that pinprick in mind!]

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Maia tilted her head and looked at him. "Well I haven't gone anywhere. Last time I looked I was still in 217." She said smiling wickedly as she started to pick up the condom.

Pip tilted his head to the side slightly. "True enough. I heard you were hanging with Ivanova these days?"

"I am." She said as she started to put the tip of the condom on the balloon. "We're...I think we're sort of like you and I were, only. Well a bit more serious maybe. We really haven't discussed it."

Pip nodded. "I knew there was the whole thing with the shared loss... I didn't know if it was right to intrude, since I've never really been any place long enough to know anyone well enough to lose them. If you follow me."

"I do." Maia said with a smile "And you never intrude Pip." she said to reassure him as she started to carefully roll the condom up the balloon. "I think it's nice in a way that you haven't lost someone."

Pip shrugged. "I guess you could say that I lost my parents, but that would've required actually having met them."

Maia looked down at the table and nodded sadly. "I'm sorry Pip." She said before reaching over to pat his hand.

Pip smiled a little. "Thanks. I don't really know if I feel that bad about them. I never met them, after all."

"I don't remember mine very well. I mean I met them I just don't remember much about them." She said in an effort to let Pip know she semi- understood where he was coming from.

Pip nodded. "Well... I think I sort of semi-met mine," Pip said. "In a weird sort of dream sequence vision quest thing. It was a bit fuzzy."

Maia finished the condom on the balloon and held it carefully in front of her. "Did they talk to you?"

"Er... yeah. They did a bit."

Maia smiled at this. "What did they say?" She blushed then realizing that was a very personal question. "Sorry that was personal."

"My dad gave me a little advice. Then he punched me when I was too pig headed to listen to their advice. Then they told me that they loved me."

Maia smiled, she was happy for Pip having heard that well enough to remember. "How did you...how does one do a walk like that? With Blaire?"

Pip nodded. "Yeah. Blair showed me. He's very in touch with the spirits, our Blair is."

Maia looked very thoughtful now and nodded. "I remember." She said with another nod, thinking back to when Pippi had been sick.

Pip nodded. "Thinking about visiting someone?"

Maia looked at him for a moment and then nodded. "My parents." She said swallowing hard.

"Ahhh," Pip nodded. "Well, I will say that I'm not sure it always works that way. I needed to talk to them and from the way Blair reacted, it might have been something of a fluke."

"Oh." Maia said with a slight frown and then she nodded. "It's ok. I've gone almost seventy years without talking to them." She looked down at Pip's balloon, "How's it coming?" She said to keep the conversation light.

"Oh, completley forgot," Pip said. He pulled on the condom. "I've done this a few times in my life."

"I remember fondly." Maia said with a smirk.

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