“All right, class, settle down. Today’s class we’ll be continuing with our sex ed week by discussing birth control.”
Paige sank in her desk, pulling her hooded sweatshirt further over her lap. She looked sideways at her classmates squirming in their seats around her.
Mrs. Connor continued. “Now there are a variety of birth control options available. Some prevent pregnancy. Some prevent STDs. Who can tell me what STD stands for from Monday’s class?”
Uncomfortable giggles surrounded Paige who stared at her desk, avoiding eye contact with Mrs. Connor. Blood rose to her face, shining through the halo of baby fine white blonde hair around her face.
“No one? STD stands for sexually transmitted disease. Some forms of birth control prevent both pregnancy and STDs.”
Mrs. Connor pulled out a cardboard box and dropped it with a thud on her desk.
“I have a variety of samples to show you so you’ll know what everything is when you’re older.”
She rummaged through the box and pulled out a pink plastic disc. “Does anyone know what this is?”
There was awkward shifting around her as Paige opened her notebook to continue her doodling. Art was her favorite subject. She drew hearts and butterflies surrounding curly cue words.
Mrs. Paige Dillon
Mrs. Aaron Dillon
Mrs. Connor continued pulling items out of her box. The pill, a diaphragm. She said some women use them instead of tampons. The thought of having to put that thing in during that time of the month made Paige gag. There was some foam thing that looked like a bottle of Cheez Whiz.
Paige focused on her doodling. Aaron was in her grade but in Mrs. Renold’s class. She only got to see him during lunch. Except after school. They went to each other’s homes after school. They watched television and stuff.
She was sure they would get married. She had it all planned out. They could live in the garage her father had turned into a home gym. It should be pretty easy to hook up a microwave and television in there. They would get a puppy. A yellow lab. She liked how friendly they looked on television. Her parents wouldn’t let her get a puppy.
A burst of laughter from the boys in the back startled Paige out of her daydream. Mrs. Connor was holding up a banana and a wrapped condom.
“Now I’m going to demonstrate how to properly put on a condom,” she said, ripping the package open. “Condoms protect against both pregnancy and STDs. The condom rolls on only one way. You put it over the tip of the penis, leaving a little bit of the condom loose. It’s not a glove. The semen needs some space to collect after ejaculation. If you don’t leave a little room at the end, the condom could leak or tear and you could get an STD or become pregnant.”
The bell rang before Mrs. Connor had a chance to put the condom over the banana.
“All right, class. The demonstration will have to wait ’til tomorrow. Go get your things ready for lunch and recess.”
Paige stood and pulled her sweatshirt down, crossing her arms in front of her. That must have been what they did wrong, her and Aaron. They must not have left room. That’s why the condom tore. She wished someone had told her earlier.
ConCrit always welcome and appreciated. Also, how do you like my new layout?
This post was prompted by The Red Dress Club writing prompt, “Let’s get all steamy up in here and write about sex. But you know us. There’s a twist. You can’t write about the act. I don’t want to read about any heaving bosoms or girded manhood (please tell me someone else giggled besides me). There are so many other possibilities. And I hope you have fun finding them.”