A world were not only is sexuality and sexual expression encouraged there's a test for it

Ben looked at it nervously, it was just a piece of printer paper folded into threes and bound with a cheap wax stamp looking sticker to hold it closed. In the center of the wax sticker was the foreboding acronym: S.O.U.L. As he sat in the seat in the rustbucket holding the letter in his hands his finger nervously running over the paperclip that he knew held his new laminated license, but those four letters on the sticker and their meaning kept ringing in his head;

Sexual Orientation Understanding License. The last test he took before the start of the summer and it was a test to find out what his sexual orientation and kinks were coming with a license signifying he is old enough to practice said things. A full day of muti choose tests conveying it and psychological meaning and disposition all condensed into this one paper. Normally he would just plow though and dame the consequences it's only a test. But this test doesn't just says what he likes it also shows that he is allowed to practice it whatever it might be he was equally turned on and nervous.

"You haven't opened you S.O.U.L paper yet?"

Gwen his cousin said as she seemed to appear from behind him and made her way to take a seat across from Ben, her face kind of blank except for one raised eyebrow.

"Yeah well....not everyone of us knew since we were 15 that they can only get off to a vibrate up the ass while looking at the schematics for the latest top-of-the-line computers like you did ~cousin~."

Ben said the last word in a sing song way a big fake grin on his face and batted his eyes at her, this being the first time looking up from said paper since he got in the RV and sat down.

"Look I know your nervous about what it says, so I'll ignore the admittedly creative barb. But you've been sitting here staring at it for so long after saying hi to us you probably didn't realize we already left town....and the state, by now and are parked for the night. Max even left to get food and you didn't notice."

Ben sighed as he looked about ready to open it when he threw it back on the table in frustration.

"Yeah I'm nervous ok? At first I was just as excited as everyone else in my class about this test, I'd finally be allowed to have sex. But.....it could mean anything, it could say I prefer the company of girls, guys, both, younger, older, I'm a dominant, no a submissive, ****, bondage, latex, collars and slaves. Anything at all I'm allowed to do it. I guess I'm just nervous that I won't like what I find."

He just glared at the letter as if it was mocking him and was expecting to here Gwen start to laugh at him....only to see a identical S.O.U.L. letter slide on the table next to his, an UNOPENED S.O.U.L.

"Your not the only one you know my mental turmoil was just less noticeable than yours I guess. Look how about this we open ours together and share the results. No mocking just two people finding out our orientation and hey if we have similar case I'll be your wing woman and help you get laid."

They both laughed at this the tension and was feeling completely gone.

"Sure thing, though honestly the thought of you making out with a girl is very hot."

Both laughed and joked about ridiculous possible future romps with the other before they each held the letter and in sync looked at there names on the back, flipped it to the seal and broke them looking at what there letters say.