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Sexual Education [07/13] - Thursday Afternoon

"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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"Sooooooo...." Dawn said, extremely slowly. Maybe if she got a paper cut and bled onto the table she could make a portal. What was the collapse of dimensional barriers when compared to extreme mortification? "You want to go first?"

"First in what respect?" he asked. "Holding or, um, applying?"

"Applying?" She squeaked. "Or would you rather, um, hold it?"

Sam gave the balloon another long look. "I guess I could do the condom part first, and get it over with."

"Okaaaaaay," Dawn said. She had yet to look at Sam. "Um, so, do you need me to do anything?"

"Could you..." Oh, there was no way he was going to finish this sentence without turning red. "Could you hold the balloon steady for me?"

Dawn didn't notice Sam's blush because a) she was blushing on her own, and b) she still hadn't looked at him.

"Sure," she said, trying to be cool. She put her hand at the tied end of the balloon. "Is this...good?" Dawn asked.

Sam took a deep breath and finally managed a look at Dawn. Somehow, seeing that she was blushing too made him feel better about this. "Actually, let me help," he said, taking her hand and moving it from the tied end to about halfway down the balloon. "Just hold it here. And don't squeeze."

Dawn swallowed. "Okay. No squeezing."

With a nod, Sam grabbed the condom and opened it up. "Is it terribly surprising for me to admit that I've never done this before?"

"Nooooo," Dawn shook her head and finally looked at him. "It's not like I've ever done it before, either."

"At least we'll never be able to say that again after this," Sam replied, giving Dawn a weak smile. With as much care as he could give, he took the condom and started rolling it onto the balloon.

"Right." She took a deep breath. Unfortunately, as she exhaled, her fingers twitched and she squeezed the balloon a little.

Luckily, she didn't squeeze hard enough for much of the whipped cream to come out, and Sam smirked softly. "I'm going to be good and not make a joke about our balloon's quick trigger."

Dawn blushed harder, if such a thing were possible. "It was totally an accident. This isn't exactly a relaxing activity, you know? I mean, condom, balloon, you...it's like...it couldn't be more embarrassing. Like all my neuroses in one happy little package. With whipped cream."

"Yeah, this is just about the most embarrassing way this class could have turned out," Sam agreed. "But it's okay. Just relax. If it's any consolation, I'm pretty sure our balloon would have made a content noise if it were alive." He mentally flailed and looked away again, figuring that was a little too much information. "You know, you can pretend I'm Dean, if that would make you feel better."

She stared at him, and dropped the balloon completely. It plopped to the desk. "How would that make me feel better?"

"Because it's not me?" Sam said, wondering how he always managed to say the wrong thing. "You said this is embarrassing because of the condom, the balloon, and me. I thought you meant because it's me and not Dean."

"Um...no. No, that's not it." She picked the balloon up again without explaining. "Okay. Let's just do this so we can switch places, do it again, and be done?"

Sam gave Dawn a curious look, but didn't ask for further explanation. Maybe Dean would know what she meant. "Okay, fine." He took the end of the balloon and started pushing the condom up, finally rolling it up all the way.

"How do we know if you did it right?" Dawn asked, remembering that Becky had told them how, but not what the how was.

"Um. You've got to give the balloon another squeeze," Sam explained. "If whipped cream doesn't go everywhere, it's on right."

Dawn turned her head away. Yep, wall still needed paint. "Okay, I'm squeezing, but you have to look." She squeezed down gently with her hand and felt a shift in the whipped cream.

Sam nodded - not that Dawn could see, with her fascination with the wall paint - and watched. "Hey, it worked. Go us," he said, smiling.

"Cool!" Dawn handed Sam the balloon. "Your turn."

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