No, you're not gonna fall for that

Hah, you're not that stupid.

While sorely tempted, you've heard the stories of those three girls. While undoubtedly total hotties, they have a bit of a reputation for being ball busters. You've overheard a couple of the athletes claiming to have gotten in bed with one, or all three, of them, but you're clever enough to pick up that their stories always have holes, and they don't go into nearly the same specific detail that they do with other conquests.

You're pretty sure NO ONE has gotten any from them, and you're certainly not going to be the first.

Squeezing Irma's hand, you turn and follow her to the school building. Behind you, the catcalls start back up again, along with a shutter go off on a cellphone camera. Guess everyone's gonna know you and Irma are thing by the end of the day.

Oh well.

As the two of you reach the steps to go inside, you could swear Irma was actually bouncing a little in excitement.

Headed inside, she leads you upstairs to the science lab on the other end of the building. You... kind of know where it is, you took a class here last year, but she clearly knows the path by heart. Pushing the door with her foot, Irma walks right in, yanking your hand so you don't have a chance to get cold feet and back out.

"Hey, Irma, you're back. Who's the dweeb?" You look up and see Bree McDonnell, a girl you remember from your gym class. She was a big girl, probably taller then you and definitely wider at the shoulders, but not really fat. Just... big. Stocky. Short cropped red hair and a face-full of freckles atop a mound of muscle, with a chest and hips to match the rest of her size. She'd be great for sports, except for her inhaler that was sitting on the table next to her, and popular with the boys if her size didn't scare them off. Rumor was she might be into girls, maybe? There was Bunsen burner lit and she was heating a long metal file, which she was using to sand down a tube with some holes drilled in it. It looked like, in your inexpert opinion, she was building a potato gun.

"Thif if my boyfriend!" Irma beamed proudly, stepping aside and pushing you on the back, shoving you in front of her.

"Wait, what? Since when do you have a boyfriend?" From the other end of the room, curled up in the sun by the window playing some sort of portable game system was Sydney Banon, a firebrand and a bit of a bitch you knew from last year's history lectures. She was a thin, willowy black girl with a great ass, a little shorter then you, who glared at you over the top of her pink gaming system. She had a certain exotic attractiveness, but from this angle you couldn't avoid remembering she had some sort of weird childhood condition. It left her completely bald, from her hairline and eyebrows to everywhere else anyone had been able to verify in the locker rooms. Rumor was she was a bald as a newborn down below, too, but you couldn't imagine how anyone had figured that out.

"Thinth today, Thidney." Irma looked Sydney directly in the eye, clearly not quelled by her attitude. Sydney rolled her eyes in response, popping the lid back open to her game.

"...Well... why are you guys up here, then? Shouldn't you two be enjoying the fair...?" From the greenhouse connected to the back of the science room stepped Beli Kapoor, an Indian girl you think you remember from your math class. It was hard to remember her, at times, as she was so cripplingly shy and insecure you tended to forget she was there. She had a pretty nice body, though, now that you were looking at her; a little taller then Irma but with breasts that must be taking up a third of her total body weight, and hair down to her hips that looked like she took hours to comb out every day.

"Well, I wanted to thare, thath why!" Irma proclaimed proudly, closing the door behind her.

Bree snorted in laughter, clearly too occupied by working on her project to be paying much attention. "Ok, fine, you have a boyfriend, no need to rub it in. Go out and enjoy yourselves, you two."

"Noo!" Irma waved her arms, clearly frustrated that no one was getting her point. "Not that! I wanted to THARE. Like, thare thare! Him. And all four of uth! Together!"

The room went dead silent.

You suddenly got what she was trying to say earlier out on the lawn. You couldn't decide if you should be aroused or... very worried.

Sydney's game lid snapped shut, very loud in the silence. She was clearly exasperated. "Irm, honey, you don't just... share... your first boyfriend. Not.. like that. And not with other girls, certainly."

Irma stomped her foot, and you had to admit, she did look cute when she was acting like this. "Well, when YOU get YOUR firth boyfriend, you can be thelfith and hog him to yourthelf. Be my gueth, Thidney! But I HAVE a boyfriend, and I want to thare with my beth friendth!"

The other girls looked at her like she was crazy, though there were blushes making way across cheeks. It was fairly clear to everyone in the room what Irma was proposing.

Beli's thin voice broke the uncomfortable quiet.

"...but... have... what does he want? Have you asked him, Irma dear? I mean, sure, maybe he likes nerdy little pint size girls like you, but... I'm sure... he wouldn't be interested... in the rest of us." Beli turned away, washing her hands coolly in the sink, but you notice she's kind of looking at you in the mirror, watching your reaction.

In fact, if you look around carefully, without drawing attention to yourself, all three girls seem to be cautiously looking you over, while trying to look occupied otherwise.

Irma, on the other hand, just looks smug, like a cat who found a pitcher of milk.