Sexual Education [05/25] - Thursday Afternoon
"Hey," Becky said once everyone had arrived at the main campfire, where she had dragged out tables. "This is Sex Ed. I'm Becky. No, don't call me Ms. Vartan. Call me Becky, or enjoy detention."
"Anyway. Like I said, this is Sex Ed. Guess what we learn about here?" She grinned. "I have some basic rules....well, okay, really, I only have one. Don't get on my nerves. What that means is...something you're just going to have to find out on your own."
Her smile widened. "So. First order of business is that I'd like you guys to fill out the little info on those sheets," she said, gesturing to a stack of papers. "'Course, you can choose to leave fields 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 going to do a practical lesson. You're going to be in groups of two today, and one group of three."
She read off the list. "Pippi and Miles, Peter and Paige, James and Phillip, Walter and Jack, D'anna and Dean, and Cedric, Tyler and Alec. Get behind a table with your partners. If I said your name wrong or you prefer something else, I really don't care but you can tell me anyway, I guess."
Becky strode over to a table, upon which were five 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, right? Except 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 frankly tastes a hell of a lot better."
She raised a brow as she distributed the last balloon and condom. "Was that TMI? Whoops. Get used to it. Because I really could care less."
[ooc: First of all, wait for my OCD threads. OCD is up! Play away! 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!]
"Anyway. Like I said, this is Sex Ed. Guess what we learn about here?" She grinned. "I have some basic rules....well, okay, really, I only have one. Don't get on my nerves. What that means is...something you're just going to have to find out on your own."
Her smile widened. "So. First order of business is that I'd like you guys to fill out the little info on those sheets," she said, gesturing to a stack of papers. "'Course, you can choose to leave fields 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 going to do a practical lesson. You're going to be in groups of two today, and one group of three."
She read off the list. "Pippi and Miles, Peter and Paige, James and Phillip, Walter and Jack, D'anna and Dean, and Cedric, Tyler and Alec. Get behind a table with your partners. If I said your name wrong or you prefer something else, I really don't care but you can tell me anyway, I guess."
Becky strode over to a table, upon which were five 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, right? Except 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 frankly tastes a hell of a lot better."
She raised a brow as she distributed the last balloon and condom. "Was that TMI? Whoops. Get used to it. Because I really could care less."
[ooc: First of all, wait for my OCD threads. OCD is up! Play away! 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!]