Alice

Oh Alice. If ever there was a quiet but confident young woman, that'd be her. Redhead, one of the taller girls on the team. She looks amazing in those jeans and black shirt, casual elegance at it's best. She's going to make one lucky man very happy someday.

I move around the front of my desk, smiling at Alice as she comes in. "Hey Alice," I remark, watching as she walks in. "You caught me just heading out. What can I do you for?" I ask.

"Few weeks back you mentioned something about extra training if we wanted Coach?"

"I did," I say. "I've got a couple hours free on Tuesday afternoons if you want. Not sure what your class schedule is like but that's available."

"I have morning classes on Tuesdays," she tells me. "I'm free in the afternoon after 2pm."

"How would 3pm work? Field should be free by then. Coach Anderson has the field the afternoon but his guys are finished by around 2pm, usually."

"Works for me." Alice responds.

I nod, just drinking in this girl. How a girl can dress as she has, as conservative (relatively speaking) as she does and still leaves me fantasizing about what's beneath those clothes, I'll never know. She's not like Kacey, that girl knows how to dress to tease, but Alice does without trying. I snap back, hoping she doesn't notice. "Anything else I can help you with Alice? Your doing really well by the way, I'm liking how your footwork is progressing. Little more aggression and I think we'll have you right where you need to be."

"Just the training coach," She responds back, a smile on her face, "Just the training."