Wenclair Oneshots

Sex, never heard of her..

“Wait, so you really have no clue what we’re talking about?” Xavier asked.

The raven-haired girl walking next to him nodded. Enid’s jaw physically dropped.

“Hang on, nobody’s ever explained how sex works to you?” she asked. Wednesday shrugged.

“I know the basics, but I was not aware of the emotional attachments and the more ‘heated’ aspect of it. I’ve barely ever kissed someone before, much less felt the need to expose my body to them.” she explained.

“Wendy, I don't think you get what we’re saying. It- y’know what? Come talk to me later, in our room or something. I’ll explain it better. Right now though, you’ve got botany in two minutes.” she said. Xavier checked his watch and sure enough, they were about to be late for botany.

“Shit! C’mon, Wednesday!! See ya Enid!” he waved, pulling Wednesday into a run to get to the greenhouse in time.

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After school, Wednesday finished up her writing and Enid sighed in relief, her head finally free from the migraine-inducing ‘ click click clack, click click shwoosh’ of the ancient typewriter.

“ Cachorro, about what you said earlier…” she said tentatively. Enid sat up and looked at her with a tilted head, similar to a young pup questioning its surroundings.

“Yes? About what we were talking about with Xavier?”

“Mhm. I…think I would like to understand more.” Wednesday mumbled. Enid grinned and pounced over to Wednesday’s side of the room, springing onto her bed with a creak !

“Okay, so. Sex is kind of…weird.”
“Weird how?”

“Weird in that, some people see it only as a way to have kids. Which, it is that. But it’s also about pleasure, and love. That’s why some people say ‘make love’ instead of ‘have sex’.”

“Okay…elaborate.”

“Well, okay, so, when somebody has sex with someone, it’s not just with the purpose of making kids in mind. I mean, most people try not to have kids. They just want to have sex to have sex, because it’s supposed to be fun and it’s supposed to feel good. Basically, it’s two people, although it can be more, making each other feel good.”

“Can only men and women do this together? That seems to be the case for the child-producing part of this.”

“Absolutely not! Two guys and have sex with each other, two girls can, and like I said, it doesn’t always have to be about having kids. Tell me this. What’s something you can do to yourself that makes you feel so good, it sends shivers down your spine and makes your whole body feel warm and you get this…floaty feeling after it’s done?”

“Mmm…most likely, that would be submerging myself in the bath until my lungs burn and my vision starts to fade. I get such an adrenaline rush when I do that.” Wednesday sighed slightly. Enid’s face twisted as she questioned her roommate’s sanity, not for the first time.

“Um, okay. Imagine someone doing stuff to you that makes you feel that way, but…better.”

“Drowning me?”

“No! No, no, no. Imagine someone doing things to your body.”

“Drowning involves my body.”

“No!! Wednesday, someone playing with your breasts, or doing things to your pussy, or kissing you everywhere like on your lips, and your neck, and your chest and your tits, and your arms, and your stomach, and your hips and your waist, and your crotch and your legs, and doing whatever you want them to do to you, and just making you feel so, so good.” Enid finished her rant, red and panting slightly. Wednesday’s face was flushed, an unusual sight, at the thought of the things Enid had described. She shuffled in her place kneeling on the bed, shifting her legs from side to side.

“Um, oh. That sounds…interesting.”

“Yeah, it is…I’ve never actually had sex, sooooo…but, I have extensive knowledge through some very unholy videos, and Yoko.”

“The vampire?”

“Yeah, she’s got a surprising amount of stuff like that.”

Wednesday continued to shift uncomfortably as Enid kept talking. The were-girl noticed and touched Wednesday’s shoulder.

“Hey. You okay? We don’t have to talk about this, if you really don’t want to.” She said. Wednesday shook her head.

“No, I’m alright. Simply…a touchy topic. I’ve never really had exposure to this sort of thing, so talking about it is strange to say the least.”

Enid was thinking, hard. How could she make this less uncomfortable for Wednesday? A thought popped into her mind before she could stop it and her eyebrows shot up at the idea.

“What? What is it, Enid?”

“Ah, nothing. Just a silly idea, I mean, you probably won’t want me to show you, ‘cause that would be-“

“Why not?”

Enid turned her gaze towards the ravenette. Her jaw went slack.

“Are you serious?” She asked. Wednesday nodded cautiously.

“It would be the most efficient way to explain it, wouldn’t it?”

“Well yes, but…Wednesday, sex isn’t just sex. There’s usually some sort of emotion behind it. All I’m saying is, if I was to show you, it could get weird.”

“Well, I’m prepared for that. You did say sex was ‘kind of weird’.”

“I did, didn’t I? Well…if you’re really sure, meet me behind the greenhouse after school tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

The rest of the day, Enid couldn’t stop thinking about the next afternoon and what would occur. What would Wednesday want to learn? What would she be willing to teach? What if Wednesday found it disturbing? What if something happened and Wednesday was permanently scarred forever and ever and never had sex with anyone ever again a and Enid would permanently have it on her conscious that she ruined Wednesday’s sex life?!?!

“Hey, Enid. You okay?” Ajax asked. Enid flushed slightly, realizing she had squealed out loud with frustration.

“Uh, yeah! Yeah! Fine. Just…thinking about stuff. Something with Wednesday. We’re gonna talk after school today.”

“Oh, okay. Hope it goes well!”

“Mhm. Sure…”

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