Lie

Your mind races for an excuse as you try to shake off the thoughts of Velma's warm, curvy body laying on top of yours from a few moments ago.

"Uh.... Well, I ummm..."

Raising an eyebrow, the orange-clad investigator starts to walk around your room, inspecting and looking for clues. Your eyes follow her ass as she walks past you.

"Well," Velma stated. "You apparently don't need any assistance or have any questions for me, otherwise you would have stated so by now."

"Well, you see... it' like this... um..." you stammer.

She continues walking around, peeking inside your closet. "It is quite apparent from the lack of nice clothes in your wardrobe that you aren't actively seeking a girlfriend..." she pauses to step over a pile of dirty clothes on the floor. "...and it does not seem you have a serious relationship with a girl that you would bring into your home."

You rush over to pick up your underwear and socks from the floor, tossing them in the hamper a few feet away. "There's a reason for that... um... well, uh...."

Velma presses the keyboard on your computer, breaking the screen saver and displaying several web browser sessions displaying various porn sites.

"Given your age and internet activity, I'd say that your hormones are raging and the predominant motivational drive behind your actions..." she turns around to face you and raises an eyebrow. "...would be sex."

Turning slightly red, your jaw moves to try to offer some explanation to save yourself, but no words come out.

Stepping closer to you, Velma adjusts her glasses and looks up into your eyes. "The only remaining question then is, why me? You have a veritable cornucopia of beautiful and voluptuous women to chose from in these posters... even in my world, Daphne is the one that gets the attention from the men. So why did you pick me?"

An awkward silence fills the air for a moment as she awaits a response and you scramble to think of SOMETHING to say that won't make you look any dumber. Finally, saying to hell with it, you stop holding back your thoughts and open up the floodgates.

"Because women who are overtly attractive, especially ones that know it, are typically self-centered attention seeking bitches who never had to develop a personality because they rely too much on their looks, and take everything for granted and expect to be placed upon a pedestal and waited on hand and foot..." the words fly out of your mouth at a rapid-fire pace. You pause to take a breath and then continue. "...whereas girls who don't rely on their looks are more interesting, have better personalities, are more fun to be around, and appreciate it when you show them attention, and I always thought you might be a lot hotter under your clothes than you appear."

Having finished throwing everything out on the table, you wait anxiously to see how Velma will respond. Her brow furrows for a moment as she analyzes everything you said. After a few seconds, which seems like an eternity, she nods her head. "The proverbial diamond in the rough, so to speak?"

You nod your head as she takes a step closer, smiling coyly. "Anything else?"

Feeling a little bolder seeing that Velma isn't angry or offended, you return the smile. "Just that... you know... rumor has it that nerdy girls and chicks that don't get that much attention tend to be pretty wild in the sack."

Velma takes a step closer, pressing her body against yours. You can feel her body trembling slightly as she places her hands on your hips. "That is a most interesting hypothesis. The scientific method indicates we should test your theory to see if it holds up. Have you ever been with a woman before?"

Nodding your head, you place your hands on Velma's hips. You can feel the curves of her flesh, pointing towards a waist that is much slimmer than her bulky sweater indicates. "Yeah, I've been with a few."

"And how would you categorize the women you have been with? Beautiful, average or homely?" Velma asked.

"Well..." You think for a moment. "Two I would definitely say were beautiful. The few others were pretty average."

"Excellent." Velma smiles. "We have our test basis and control group. Now..." she smiles devilishly. "How did you want to initiate the test?"