STD tests because they've gone legit as a sex club. OMG!

"Oh, didn't Tanya explain, Mr. Forbes?" says the young woman in nursing scrubs. "You said she'd recommended you."

"No?" you say.

The plump older lady with tight silver curls looks around from the computer where she's entering registration details for yourself, Mary, and Priscilla. "Tanya left before we started testing, Jenny," she says, "And we never could rely on her for anything important anyway."

This must be one of the old hens in the pecking order that Tanya had complained about, part of what put her on the road where she'd connected with Bob and the Samarian Travelers motorcycle club.

Jenny, earnestly. and Elaine, a little grumpily, explain that because Lindenwood Acres had gone legit as a sex club, Jenny was here from the county health department to ensure that new club members or temporary guests like yourselves were not carrying anything terribly catching.

"The tests read out really fast," Jenny says. Jenny takes each of you in turn behind a partition and takes a sample swab from each bodily opening that counts as entry or exit, plus a little cup of pee. Mary goes first. She chats with Jenny as Jenny does her sampling, except she clams up during the anal swabbing. Priscilla giggles and jokes with Jenny while she's having her samples taken, and Jenny flirts back. By the time Jenny is done with Priscilla, Mary's tests come back negative for whatever they were testing.

It's your turn last. Jenny takes swabs from lips. mouth, and nose, and puts them into moistened sample tubes. She has you drop your pants and she takes a quick anal swab. Last is a little pee cup. She's screwing the top on when her eyes blink a couple of times as you're putting Old Number One back in your pants. She puts the cup down quickly.

"Wait, Mr. Forbes, I... I have to have another look." She gestures with both hands, down, down, down.

"Okay." You ease your briefs down. Jenny stares. "All right?" Her fixed stare is giving the little head some ideas. Your dick twitches and throbs toward a soft half-erection.

"Ohmigod," Jenny whispers, breathily. "Oh. My. God."

Before you have a chance to frame another word, Jenny is on her knees and lifting your dick, so she's looking eye-to eye at your one-eyed snake. Which promptly stiffens and pokes Jenny in the cheek. She grabs it and stuffs it into her mouth.

"Uh muh-guh, Oh muh-guh, Ooh muh-guh. Suh goooh," Jenny mumbles as your cock fills her mouth.

You're too surprised to protest, and soon it's feeling so good that you don't want to.

You hope Jenny got the sample she needed, because she's gonna get another one soon. You'd hoped to dump this load in your sweet wife's pussy, but your transgression, licking her butthole as she came long and hard, had left you hanging.

Angel of mercy, Jenny was. Without even asking.

"Jenny," you murmur. "You're gonna want to make a decision."

"Mmm-hm, mm-hm," she hums, sucking steadily. "Mm-hm?"

Your cock root twitches and your knees get rubbery. Girl is a champion, a sprinter even. Rare. You tremble, having trouble with your balance.

With Mary, Prissy, and Elaine not far away on the other side of the partition, you keep your voice low.

"You wanna decide where my load is going."

Jenny raises a hand to your hip and holds on to steady both of you. She tilts her head rhythmically, sucking harder as her tightly circled lips go up and down your shaft.

Girl has made her choice. You grab the back of a chair with one hand. Your other hand goes behind her head, fingertips lightly touching her hair.

"Here comes, Jenny."

You close your eyes, press your lips tightly together and fire off a big, hot load into Jenny's mouth.

Elaine, Mary, and Priscilla keep chatting away about the history of Lindenwood Acres, and the circumstances that had made them choose to "go legit", as Elaine had said.

Jenny is a phenomenon. Too bad you can't give her better praise right now. When your breath steadies and your dick softens, you bend down and help her up to her feet. "Thank you," you say, giving her a big smile, then a kiss. Won't be the first time you've tasted yourself on a lady. "Everything going to be okay for the tests?"

"Oh, yes, of course, the tests!" Jenny says, blinking. "I, I..." she continues, a little flustered. She checks the sample swabs and vials. You put yourself back in street-legal shape while she's looking away. She sighs in relief. "Everything's in order, let me set up the tests."

"Thanks, Jenny, I'm glad everything's in order," you say. "You'll want a few minutes."

"Yes, yes," Jenny says. "Thanks."

You notice that Jenny is wearing one of a striped wristband with the camp's name, LINDENWOOD ACRES, on it. Maybe you'll see her around later. But her ribbon and badge from the county health department look legit as anything, and the photo on the badge for JENNIFER BEAN, PUBLIC HEALTH OFFICER is actually rather flattering.

"Thank you again."

You head around the partition.

"Everything all right, honeybear?" Mary asks. "You're looking a little flushed."

The warm glow of post-climax flows through your shoulders, your back, your limbs. "All good."

"Jenny is really a treasure," Elaine said. "She actually lives here at Lindenwood, so that she doesn't have to go far to go to work most days. And there's a community clinic across the highway where she works sometimes, so she's almost always home for lunch."

Elaine's voice is warm as she talks about Jenny, and you wonder if that little tongue-tip on her lip after saying "lunch" means that Jennifer and Elaine might be eating each other for lunch. Idle thought, you're sure. Daydreams rising up from that deep feeling of satisfaction, you're just imagining sex is everywhere you look. Your eyes shift to your wife Mary. Maybe it is, at that. With Mary around, things just happen.

You hope that Jenny hasn't crossed a line with Elaine. Anyway. Daydreaming.

Your tests all come through clear. As temporary members, each of you gets a card and a wristband that looks a lot like Jenny's, a striped band printed with LINDENWOOD ACRES. Elaine explains that it grants access to shared facilities where nudity or sex might occur. She walks you through the code of conduct. Sounds pretty straightforward, pretty good.

Elaine gives you a map of the camp, pointing out the RV spaces. "You'll be here," she says, pointing out one of two spaces on the edge of the property, a ways from the office and the cottages clustered around the kitchen-dining-party commons, behind a building that isn't labeled.

"What's that building?" you ask.

Elaine says, "It's the old barn, partway through renovation. We're adding insulation, air conditioning, solar panels up top. The loft is still pretty much, well, a hayloft. Down below are a couple of studio apartments and a multipurpose space."

"Oh, all right. Mary, sweetie-pie, shall we go get parked? Then, I dunno how we're all doing. Naptime or wander around and meet folks?"

"There's an afternoon snacks gathering in the main commons and the outside dining area," Elaine says. "It's a meet-and-greet. If you're looking to make a connection, you can wear a pin for what you're looking for. Some people like the handkerchief code. Pins, handkerchiefs or bandannas. Or maybe nothing if you're just wanting to get acquainted. There are always longterm residents around, as well as newer residents and guests like yourselves."

You've heard of the handkerchief code. Priscilla and Mary are enlightened by Elaine holding forth on how it's been adapted from gay cruising in the city to making connections out here in the countryside. Elaine talks like a teacher or a local politician, maybe. A little like your road gal who's a philosophy professor. Pumped up on words, on thoughts. You wonder if like your gal, whether public speaking makes Elaine horny, high on folks nodding their heads, taking in her wisdom. Takes all kinds, and you, as a long-haul trucker not living in her town, you're at least a safe hook-up for the lady professor who told you she always leaves a good lecture-discussion with tit-ons and wet panties. 'Cause she'd had to change employers after, well, hooking up with her teacher's pets at her first college teaching job.

"Guess we'd better roll over there and get parked," you say. "Thank you kindly, Elaine. Oh, and we have some stuff for the kitchen, like we told you? And a bale of paper goods and stuff?"

Elaine nods. "Marcia can help get that settled, either before or after you park. We've got little electric carts for moving things around, so before or after is fine."

Game Moves and Rolls:

• OMG! The first time she sees your cock. she has to suck it as though she begged for it.
• She sucks your cock: 2d6 + Control = 12 + 1 = 13. On a 10+, choose 3. She worships your cock, take +1 Forward, no trouble.
• You cum on her face, 2d6+Control +1, 7+1+1=9. On a 7-9 Choose two::She swallows (+1 XP), no trouble.

Jennifer Bean from the county health department is the "Soldier (Social), Restore (physical)" from the One Page Engine's random NPC generation.

Gain +1 XP (Jenny swallows your cum). You have 5 XP, +0 Hard, +0 Hot, +1 Cool, +1 Control, Eat Pussy, OMG, and Submissive (Mary).

You may spend 5 XP for a new Character Move from Create a Character or add +1 to Hard, Hot, Cool, or Control.

Choose one of the RANDOM EVENTS from the One Page Solo Engine and/or one of the other NPCs and describe how your first afternoon at Lindenwood Acres proceeds, from getting your fancy borrowed land yacht parked and hooked up.

• QC 10S, Assist (physical; appearance, existence) a plot arc (mystical; meanings, purposes). A surprising connection of interest to Priscilla, Brian, or Mary is present. Maybe the purchasers of the RV Brian is driving got wind of their route and came to meet them? Or maybe this is the author of the Loving Community book Mary has been reading.

• JD 3D, Protect (technical; plans, operations) Allies (technical). Emergency access via a neighbor's land? Utilities and communications installation for the barn?

• 8D d6=5, KH. Specialist (technical), unusual equipment, goal = Create (social). DETAIL FOCUS x2 for the equipment, 2D, 3H. Small (technical), Large (social). Installing an internet or satellite communication connection. Setting up a teleconferencing or telepresence studio, or enabling teledildonics, remote-mediated sexual connections. Love magnets or aphrodisiac perfumes.

• AC d6=6, 8D. Lord (physical), unusual age or origin, goal = Enrich (technical). DETAIL FOCUS x2 for the unusual age/origin: 7S KH Simple (mystical; meaning, purpose) and Dignified (social). A founder of the swinging community who wants to learn and share techniques which will allow the community to sustain itself over the long term, or a visitor from another community which wants to learn how this one has sustained itself. This could even be the author of Mary's book, Loving Community, visiting the RV camp to hold a prayer meeting or workshop.