Page 3 of Sex Ed

‘Hey…’

‘Hello, stranger,’ she says. ‘It’s bloody hot, isn’t it?’ She fans herself. She’s wearing a lilac sundress with trainers and kisses me on the cheek. She smells good. Should I tell her she smells good? She’s not bread.

‘Boiling,’ I reply. ‘Please enter.’ I give a swish of my arm.

Enter? I am lucky she finds this funny. I close the door but as my hand comes off the handle, she backs me against it and kisses me passionately. Oh. This is quick. It looks like we’re not having drinks. It’s fine. We can just go straight into it. The kissing is nice, it’s always been nice, but there’s an urgency now in how hard she presses against me, how close her body is to mine.

‘I’m not wearing any knickers…’ she whispers into my ear.

‘Yay…’ I reply. I might cry. I don’t know what to do. Does she want me to check for the knickers just in case I thought she was lying?

She smiles. I’m glad she still finds me mildly amusing. This is a Sarah I’ve not seen before. As awful as it sounds, she reminds me of my mum’s cat when she’s on heat.

‘I’ve been waiting for this… You’re such a tease…’

Not really, Sarah. I just kept putting it off because I was petrified and have thus spent the last month watching so much porn I almost went cross-eyed trying to give myself some sort of crash course in sex education. I’m not sure it helped.

‘I can’t wait to…’ I whisper. Have you? Fuck you? Make the sex with you?

She takes off my shirt and runs her hands all over my chest. ‘Look at what you’ve been hiding from me.’ She then proceeds to lick me. I don’t know if I like this but I think I should, so I make noises that suggest I do.

Then, in one movement, she pulls down my shorts and underwear and I’m standing there essentially naked, the sense of vulnerability slightly overwhelming as she still has her shoes and dress on. But no knickers. I am naked in front of an attractive woman. This could go one of two ways. I brace myself for laughter or Sarah making a swift exit, but instead she takes my penis in her hand, a little aggressively, truth be told. She doesn’t stimulate it, just grabs and squeezes it. She then looks me up and down and backs on to my bed, sitting down and parting her legs slightly. It’s an extremely sexy move bar the fact I can’t see what I’m working with down there, the view obscured by her dress.

What do I do? I go over, right? This is easy. Get erect, stride over, kiss her, push that dress up, maybe take it off, see if she’s wearing a bra, look at her boobs and then have sex. Easy, Ed.

I grab my penis in my hand and try to summon up an erection. That worked. It should work because it’s been aching to do this for a while, but how do I stride over now? Just walk casually like it’s not there? I kick off my pants and shorts from around my ankles, then walk awkwardly towards her. Possibly like a cowboy.

‘Have you got a condom?’ she asks sweetly.

I chuckle. Do I have condoms? I have a box of thirty-two. I am dependable like that. I open the drawer of my desk and hold one up in the air. I tear at the wrapper and place the condom over my erect penis. I may have practised doing this with a cucumber in preparation. Oh my. It’s going to happen. I am prepared. There is a willing, pretty girl on my bed without any knickers.

‘Could you just move the fan, Ed? It’s a bit strong,’ she tells me.

‘Oh god, sure.’ I walk over to it. ‘Maybe if I put it on oscillate? Or tilt the fan head?’ Don’t talk about your fan to her. That is not sexy. I turn the speed down to a solid three and set it to oscillate. This will create a nice mood and improve air circulation through the room. I won’t sweat to death. I feel the breeze pass through my nether regions. That is very pleasant. You can do this, Ed. I close my eyes and move to turn around.

Except I don’t.

I’m not sure how it happens but the tip of the condom gets caught in the wiring netting of the fan. It’s pulled instantly off my penis and sucked through the wire so that it is spinning on the fan blades. What is happening? What circulates now is air but also the slight whiff of lubricant and rubber through the room. In a panic, I try to turn the fan off but increase the speed instead. No. Shut down. Off. Off. I get too close and vibrations of the metal in the fan skim my still erect penis. I shriek and try to turn it into a manly howl of pain, while falling back, trying to work out if my penis is still on me, whether I need medical help, whether I can save this.

‘Oh my… Shit… Ed…What have you done? And what is…’ But before Sarah can finish her sentence, the condom which was spinning around catapults off the fan blade and through the wire like some kind of rubber projectile and smacks Sarah on the face. She screams and puts her hand to her cheek. The blood drains from my face, every part of me, in fact, and I stand there, paralysed, watching in horror as she glares at me.

This is not how sex should happen, is it? I’m on the brink of finding my voice to say I’m sorry but the door to my room creaks open and three people peer inside, slowly. I cover my penis with my hands.

‘Oh my god, are you OK?’ one of them shouts, seeing Sarah lying there, holding her face.

The door. We didn’t lock the door. I recognise one of the boys who lives opposite me. He’s a biochemist. He uses my mugs. I wave at him, keeping the other hand firmly in situ.

‘The johnny hit me…’ Sarah squeaks.

‘Are you Johnny?’ One of them turns to me angrily. I am naked, so naked. I step behind the fan for cover, even though it is, in essence, see-through.

‘God, no.… I’m Ed. There was an accident. The condom, my knob, her eye… I’m so sorry, Sarah…’

I find I’m waving my hands around in the air trying to explain, as their faces turn from incredulity to laughter. And as the fan head pivots away, I reveal myself to the room. Not just myself. My very lonely penis, just dangling there, alone.

I look down. I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s happening today.

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