Wenclair Oneshots

Sex-Ed with Enid Sinclair

She met her behind the greenhouse the next day.

Enid tentatively went out behind the greenhouse after classes were over, half expecting Wednesday to blow her off. But sure enough, the Addams girl appeared in that spooky way of hers at quarter to three. Her face was flushed, a cherry blossom pink dusting across her nose, over her cheeks and down her neck. Her eyes kept flitting around, making her appear nervous and shy.

“Wednesday, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We can call the whole thing off and go back to our dorm, maybe we can binge the Fear Street movies again.?

“No. I want to learn. Although I would appreciate it if you paced your lessons a bit.”

“Of course. There’s no rush.”

“Alright then. Shall we begin?”

“Okay, so. First things first, we need to set some boundaries. Y’know, so we both enjoy it and nobody is feeling hurt, upset, or uncomfortable. If you have a sexual relationship with someone in the future, you need to set these boundaries if they don’t set them themselves, to keep everyone enjoying it, okay?”

“That seems logical.”
“Yup. So first, colors. Green is good. If I ask for a color and you are feeling good with what’s happening, you say green. Same thing if you were to ask me for a color.”

“Okay. Are there other colors?”

“Yup. You say yellow if you need a break, but it’s not too bad. It’s like saying ‘I need a breather, it’s a little too much right now. We can keep going after, though’. You get it?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“And red is bad. Red is saying ‘I’m not okay with what’s happening, I need to stop, now. I might not be in the mood after this, I’m upset right now.’ So green is good, yellow is iffy, and red is no.”

“I understand, that seems reasonable.”

“Good. I’ll try to practice this while we’re doing these things, to make sure you understand. Okay, next! A safe word. Safe words are like a second defense. If something is going wrong, and you don’t like what’s happening, and I haven’t asked for a color, this word is like a ‘stop! I need to be done’.”

“Okay. What shall our word be?”

“You pick. I want you to feel comfortable.”

“Oh. Alright then. Well…what’s the worst food in your opinion?”

“Uhhh…probably caviar. Mom made us try it once, but it was revolting.”

“I agree. Fancy families mean fancy dinners,which unfortunately means fancy foods. Caviar’s texture is truly despicable. And not in a good way.”

“Okay, so caviar it is! If something is wrong and you don't feel like a color is right, or you don't want to ask, say caviar and I’ll stop.”

“Alright, I will.”

“Another thing. This is totally just for fun and not necessary. If for any reason, you don’t want to do this, just say so. Communication is key. Speak, speak, speak. Words are the easiest way to convey what you’re feeling. Talk to me, and I’ll talk to you, okay?”