On the health outreach bus with Shasta and Julie

"All right, let's glove up," you tell her. "Remember the hand washing protocol?"

Shasta nods. She looks intensely serious. Her blonde hair is tied back in a Greek knot. From the little angels on the head of the pin holding the knot, you're sure it was her mother Mary who did it up.

Shasta goes first, scrubbing her hands with liquid soap at the little sink in one back corner of your hospital's brand-new health outreach bus. Brenda Box must be doing well as a fundraiser. A great leap forward from the rough and ready converted school bus you had started on before working as a floor nurse. Shasta does a complete scrub, palms, backs, between her fingers, then rinses. Her nails are short and smooth. She's come well-prepared.

"Very good, Shasta," you say. "Keep holding your hands up."

Rinse water drains down Shasta's forearms. You blot her hands dry and help her into a pair of exam gloves. Shasta holds a pair up for you when it's your turn. A surgical wash and glove-up is a little overdone for today's job, but you indulge her curiosity about medical procedures to take things slower and get a feel for Sarah's sister.

"Let me feel your hands, Shasta," you say. "Good. Nice and warm. Julie will appreciate that." While you're playing doctor with her.

You clear your throat. "All right. Shasta, your exam educator is Ms. Julie Paul. She is an experienced RN as well as an educator for pelvic exams. You will be taking direction from Ms. Paul. Do you understand, Ms. Forbes?"

Shasta nods. "Yes ma'am, I mean yes, Ms. Bates." She turns to Julie. "Are you comfortable, Ms. Paul, ma'am?"

Mary had left her mark upon her daughter. While Shasta was rude with her sister Sarah, Mary had trained her to an almost painful politeness in formal settings. With teachers, doctors, nurses.

Even a nurse with her legs elevated on the stirrups of an exam chair, her feet in hospital socks, her vulva splayed open and bright pink between her spread thighs. You're sure you just saw Julie's labia twitch. Another twitch. Her eyes twinkle. She's teasing you. Maybe teasing you and Shasta. Julie still has her blouse on, her name tag, even a stethoscope. And then bare from navel to ankle. Someone's playing doctor.

"Yes, thanks, Ms. Forbes, I'm comfortable," Julie says. "Do you have any questions before we start?"

Are you going to squirt in Shasta's face? You suppose you're in a bit of a mood, thinking that.

"No, Ms. Paul, I'm ready," Shasta says.

"Good. I see you're all gloved up, and Gloria -- Ms. Bates -- would you take the lubricant bottle from the warmer? Good. All right, Ms. Forbes. Would you sit on the stool there and roll up close? A little closer?"

Julie's vulva glistens under the examination light. Her inner labia are pouting, poking out from between her blonde-fleeced outer labia. Swollen a little bit, you can tell. Showing herself to you and your young woman visitor is turning Julie on. Exhibitionist.

Roll +Cool(+0, +1 Forward from TRUTH) to STALK Shasta Forbes: 5+1 = 6, Miss.

Shasta is completely absorbed, following Julie's directions about approaches to performing a pelvic exam that lets the patient feel that they're being respected and well cared-for. But as much as you can tell that Julie is trying to tease Mary's daughter, to lead her on, Shasta is completely earnest. She asks questions, she's curious and engaged, and she reflects back at Julie when Julie gives Shasta a piece of information or direction that relates to Shasta's own experiences.

"Oh, so that's why it feels that way when I, um, have intercourse from that angle," Shasta says. "Do you like it that way?"

No blushing from Shasta, barely any hesitation in sharing her sexual experiences with Julie. No shame. But no arousal, either. You can tell Shasta isn't wearing a brassiere under her knit top. No blushing, and no nipple erections. Shasta is not picking up on the teasing and insinuations Julie is laying on thickly.

"I do like it that way," Julie says, "But my favorite is when I'm on top."

"Yeah, I think that's my sister's favorite, too. My boyf-, um, Sarah's ex, that is, told me that on top, I mean, the female superior position for intercourse was very effective for her, for orgasms," Shasta says. "For Sarah."

Interested, curious, but completely matter-of-fact. And Shasta sounds like she just swallowed a textbook.

"All right, Ms. Forbes," Julie says. "If you'll turn your fingers this direction?" she says, demonstrating with one hand. "Right, like that. Now curl your fingers gently. Gently gently, wait. GENTLY! Oh, OH OH OH!" Julie cries out. The stirrups clank as her thighs jolt in the restraints. Her head tilts back and her mouth gapes upon, silently working oh oh oh. Pulsing squirts of clear liquid lance out from right above Shasta's hand and splash her directly in the face.

Forgot the face shield. Next time, you think, sighing.

"Eek!" Shasta says. She kicks out, yanking her fingers out of Julie's vagina and rolling back straight at you.

Roll +COOL(0) to try and save the mood. 2+0 = 2, Miss.

Shasta kicks the rolling stool back straight into your knees, knocking your legs out from under you and tipping you headfirst over Shasta's head and shoulders. The stool tips over and you land on top of Shasta with a rattle of casters and a thump! as your nose bumps into the front flap of Shasta's jeans. "Mmh!" Shasta grunts as the crotch of your hospital scrub pants lands hard on her face. You get a whiff of Shasta's lovely cunt musk, but faint, light. You pick yourself up and check Shasta. You're happy that Shasta did not take a hard knock on the back of her head as she landed on the deck of the bus with the full weight of your pelvis on her face.

The day is not a complete loss. After you pick up the pieces and get everyone and the bus cleaned up, Shasta quizzes you about the opportunities for volunteer learning at your hospital and others, maybe one in her college town.

When Mary comes by to pick up her daughter, surprised to see Shasta with her hair down and damp, wearing a beat-up (but clean!) old scrub top, the three of you have a good laugh together about today's mishap.

"Nurse Julie squirted in your face, you kicked back your chair and whomped your behind into Nurse Gloria's knees, she fell on top of you and you had a face plant in each other's lady parts!" Mary exclaims. "Heavens. Heavens! Oh, ha ha HA HA HA HA HA!"

Mary has a full-throated, thigh-slapping fit of laughter which sets you off, and then Shasta, almost as loud and full as her mother's laughter.

Shasta leaves with a brochure on the volunteer program that Brenda's running, as well as flyers for some regional and national programs. As Mary pulls away, you can see Shasta talking with her mother, animated, her head nodding and her hand waving in emphatic gestures.

Julie comes out of the bus holding up Shasta's hairpin. "Is she...?"

"Gone," you tell her.

Julie hands you the angelheaded pin that had anchored Shasta's hair in a pulled-back knot. This one's an innocent, holy-looking angel. You tuck it into your purse.

"What kind of feeling did you get about Shasta?" you ask Julie. "Anything sexual?"

"Shasta is very sexually focused and painfully straight," Julie says. "No reaction to me at all. Maybe she doesn't believe women can be sexually attracted to each other. But Shasta thinks she's liberated because she can talk about how she and her sister have different preferences for what angle works best for getting orgasms from the same young man's penis."

"At least she can talk with other women about that?" you say.

"I don't know if Shasta actually knows what her boyfriends think. Or cares," Julie says. "I think she's a straight hookup girl." She shrugs. "A date is a plan to get together for food, then sex. I was that way all through nursing school, except I was bi, cause if you can't find a gal, there was always a guy who was DTF."

"We never got to finish your exam, Julie," you tell her.

"Oh?" Julie says, raising her eyebrows. "Are you asking if I'm free for a date?"

"Or a hookup."

Roll +COOL(0) to STALK Julie Paul: 8. You're in a public place, or there's trouble in the way.
Roll 2d6+Hot(1)+Lesbian(1) to TELL HER to come with you elsewhere to continue the exam. 8+2 = 10, she happily goes with you, take +1 Forward.

Julie looks at her phone. "We have to get the bus keys back," she says.

"Let's drop them and go," you say. "How about..."

You suggest a venue, and Julie eagerly agrees. She leads you by the hand back to the motor pool office to drop off the keys, only dropping your hand right before the office door.

"Let's go," Julie says. She's practically skipping in front of you toward the parking structure.

You have 4 XP, +1 Hard, +1 Hot, +0 Cool, -1 Control, Lesbian, and Truth.