Diana has a question

The coffee shop in the student union was close by and you walk. Diana walks close to you, sometimes brushing against you or touching your arm. You talk about things to catch up.

When you sit down with your beverages, Diana says, "So, this was a big success. I'm so glad you were willing to have some ... ahem ... hands-on time. It really helps the girls. I noticed the three of them all thanked you afterward. Did they give you their numbers? Are you gonna follow up on the class?"

You chuckle and say, "All three of them wanted more. I hope that's okay."

It was Diana's turn to laugh. Her hand went to yours, and she patted it. "Consider it extra credit. They will do better on the tests and papers if they have some experience."

You place your hand over hers. She smiles at you. You think she has something more to ask.

After a minute of sipping coffee, she says, "Can I ask you for a favor? I had a hard time keeping my professional decorum watching you with the girls. I was wondering if you might want ..." She paused and looked down at her lap. "... might want to try out some things from the next class." She raises her eyes to yours, blushing and smiling. There's a fire in them for you.

You smile back and say, "I was hoping you'd want something like that. Of course, we can prepare for the next class. When works for you?"

"Maybe tonight, after your dates with the girls?" she asked timidly.

You grin broadly at her and say, "That would be wonderful. I'll call you."

You finish your coffees and stand to leave. Diana hugs you and kisses you briefly on the lips. "I knew I picked the right Sex-Ed model," she whispers in your ear.