Well, I dunno what old wives tales you might've heard, but blood shouldn't necessarily be happening if you're doing it right, even if it is her first time. If you go slowly, just take your time, there shouldn't be any pain. And it's her who'd likely to be in pain in this. You need to make sure you're going at her pace, even if you want to faster, harder, whatever, check with her.
Not communicating is gonna make it miserable for the both of you. But other than that... the condom might break. If that happens, make sure you've got extras with you. You just need to replace it. And lube. She'll have her own natural stuff but a little extra never hurts anything. I can send you along with some.
I'm just sorry you didn't get a chance to go through it with your dad. [He shouldn't make that comparison. He really shouldn't.] Or, uh... y'know... any other bloke.
[John clears his throat and searches in the drawers for a moment before coming out with a tube of KY-esque jelly and a handful of condoms.]
I'd also strongly recommend you don't get drunk before. One drink to loosen up, that's fine. But alcohol's a depressant. It'll make it harder to get it up. Not to mention you might not even remember it, and that'd be a shame.
[Pokey actually laughs, just a little, at that. His mind wanders towards what it could have been like, if it had been Engie who had gotten to try and have this talk with him instead of John out of necessity. It's hard to imagine, if just with how long gone it's been since he even saw Engie.
It is, perhaps, the first time Pokey has looked back on a Mayfield memory, and there was no pain attached to it. Only the fondness of it.
Pokey had thought of talking with Izzy about it, but decided against it. He was pretty sure Izzy could help him emotionally for it and work out any fears he had about commitment, but doubted the troll actually could have helped him with the anatomical information he needed.
Pokey shrugs at the last statement, as he gingerly takes the condoms and lube from John.]
Don't really need to worry about that. I haven't really drank since the last time you saw me try. Doesn't really do much for me.
That's, uh... good then. [Definitely good when John knows he has issues with drinking. Better Pokey never finds himself leaning on that crutch, if possible.]
Right, well... good luck, mate! I'm sure you'll have a nice time. Just remember, slow and steady wins the race for her, and if she's happy, you're gonna end it happy, too.
[He offers a mildly awkward clap on the shoulder and half-smile.]
[Pokey turns his gaze back at John, smirking a bit. That is quite possibly the most adult-esque thing he'd ever heard or could imagine in regards to this.
The clap on the shoulder surprises him. But honestly? He doesn't mind it. It actually kind of helps.]
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Not communicating is gonna make it miserable for the both of you. But other than that... the condom might break. If that happens, make sure you've got extras with you. You just need to replace it. And lube. She'll have her own natural stuff but a little extra never hurts anything. I can send you along with some.
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[That seems to be close to wrapping this up. Thank God.]
Thanks for. You know. Reviewing this with me. Know it was a massive pain in the ass.
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[John clears his throat and searches in the drawers for a moment before coming out with a tube of KY-esque jelly and a handful of condoms.]
I'd also strongly recommend you don't get drunk before. One drink to loosen up, that's fine. But alcohol's a depressant. It'll make it harder to get it up. Not to mention you might not even remember it, and that'd be a shame.
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It is, perhaps, the first time Pokey has looked back on a Mayfield memory, and there was no pain attached to it. Only the fondness of it.
Pokey had thought of talking with Izzy about it, but decided against it. He was pretty sure Izzy could help him emotionally for it and work out any fears he had about commitment, but doubted the troll actually could have helped him with the anatomical information he needed.
Pokey shrugs at the last statement, as he gingerly takes the condoms and lube from John.]
Don't really need to worry about that. I haven't really drank since the last time you saw me try. Doesn't really do much for me.
cw: allusion to alcoholism
Right, well... good luck, mate! I'm sure you'll have a nice time. Just remember, slow and steady wins the race for her, and if she's happy, you're gonna end it happy, too.
[He offers a mildly awkward clap on the shoulder and half-smile.]
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[Pokey turns his gaze back at John, smirking a bit. That is quite possibly the most adult-esque thing he'd ever heard or could imagine in regards to this.
The clap on the shoulder surprises him. But honestly? He doesn't mind it. It actually kind of helps.]
Thanks John. I mean that. I owe you one.
[He'll nod a bit, before starting to head out.]
I'll see ya.
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[He raises a hand to bid the lad farewell. Once Pokey is gone, he looks down at his anatomy textbook and covers his face.]
God, I miss kids having the Internet.