Help Irma compose herself

Grinning sheepishly at Miss Heath, you pull up your pants and buckle your belt before helping Irma get herself back in order. Miss Heath watches smiling craftily.

"Well, I'm glad you two got to know each other better. Seems I stepped out at an opportune time, hm?"

You're about to answer when Irma butts in.

"Oh, yeth! thank you, Mith Heaf!"

The gorgeous MILF smiles at Irma before turning her gaze to you and winking.

"Off you two run now. Thank you for minding the stall for me, Irma."

Irma grabs your hand , says goodbye and drags you out of the booth. Once outside, she pushes you against a nearby tree, grabs your face and pulls it down to hers for a brief, hard kiss, grinding her bony little body against you, unheeding of the other fair goers passing by. She breaks the kiss by biting your lower lip gently, then steps back and stares up at you, eyes sparkling and magnified behind her thick glasses.

"My freindth are all hanging out in the thienthe lab," she says, smiling craftily, "We're allowed to be there by ourthelth because we're good girls."

She giggles coquettishly and raises an eyebrow.

"Do you want to go and meet them? They'll be very interethted to meet my new boyfriend..."

Thienthe? Oh, science. The science lab. Irmas' friends, you recall, are all at least as nerdy as she is... but then again, Irma certainly had a few surprises to her...

A few of the more athletic and popular students walk by, cat calling and laughing at you and Irma. She ignores them, more than used to it, but you blush a little - Irmas' an obvious nerd, while you've always been next to invisible. Most of them wander off, but three girls hang back, staring at you. Becky, Lauren and Charlotte, three of the schools queen bitches, haughty and mean and oh so sexy and unattainable, each a different flavour of wet dream - Becky, tall and thin and regal, with the build of a fashion model, Lauren, just as tall but with curves to die for, hipster specs and short black hair, and Charlotte, short but busty as all heck, with wavy red hair that reaches almost to her generous butt. They stand there, looking at you and Irma with their usual condescending - and oddly exciting - manner... but is there a little more interest in their gaze today? You realise you've probably got Irmas lipstick smeared all over your face, and blush harder, and that's when Becky points a finger at you and curls it, beckoning you over to them. The alpha bitches want to talk to you?

Suddenly, Irmas hands are on either side of your face, firmly turning it back down to her. She steps up close to you, and standing on tip toes whispers into your ear, her breath tickling you.

"Me and my friendth, we like to thare. We thare everything... I hope you're thtrong...."

She takes your hand lightly in hers and steps away, looking back over her shoulder at you and staring at you in a manner that you're sure is meant to be enticing and smouldering.

Your gaze flicks between her and the three popular girls, still standing and waiting.