Lesbian Research Study

Shyla needed new clothes. Rent was due, the closet looked threadbare, and her boyfriend kept saying he liked what she wore when he knew she hated it. She scrolled through postings until one caught her eye: a paid research study on how lesbian porn affected women physically. It paid decent money and sounded a hell of a lot less degrading than most of the listings, so she clicked the link. An hour later she found herself in a sleek lab being introduced to Dr. Serena Blair and her assistant, Melissa Moore. They walked her through the consent form, then sat her at a sleek monitor looping tasteful girl-on-girl scenes from Girlsway. The porn was high gloss and surprisingly arousing. Shyla slid her panties down when instructed, allowing the researcher to fasten a tiny electrode to her clit, wires trailing to a quiet machine behind her. Heat licked between her legs almost immediately. The numbers on the screen climbed. Serena cleared her throat and asked Shyla if she needed a moment; Shyla insisted she was straight and rattled off boyfriend anecdotes. The data ignored her and spiked again. Serena and Melissa exchanged a glance. They labeled her a statistical lesbian outlier. Shyla started to panic. Her mouth ran ahead of her common sense—she blurted whether the two women were gay themselves, whether they found her cute, whether they would make out with her right then and there. Instead of answering, Serena slipped her hand to Melissa’s collar. With a short nod the assistant peeled open her blouse, revealing full, tight nipples that Shyla’s mouth found before Serena could speak again. The doctor’s pencil hovered above the clipboard as the subject’s hands grew bolder. Within seconds Melissa stood naked and Shyla was kissing along the curve of her hip, tongue flicking near, never quite where anyone expected. Serena set the clipboard aside and allowed the subject to strip her too, murmuring about science while her own pulse climbed. What began as touch testing quickly opened into a three-way tangle of mouths, fingers, and quick wet sounds. Melissa’s pussy met Shyla’s tongue; the first taste seemed to surprise everyone. Melissa tasted Shyla back, teaching with slow, deliberate strokes. Serena traded places and the two researchers alternated until Shyla arched and spilled a trembling orgasm across the chair. In the blur of repositioning Serena straddled Shyla’s slick cunt, riding, while Melissa buried her tongue in the doctor’s ass. The room filled with raw breath and sharp cries. Eventually Shyla locked thighs around Serena, scissoring hard, hips snapping until both came in raw, jolting waves. Every meter on the biofeedback machine peaked. Shyla leaned back against the chair, chest heaving, newly certain she liked what the data said she liked.