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Hearing door in the outer office closing too you shake your head and sit back down, letting out a big sigh. Examining your behavior at the end of that meeting makes you shake your head. Blushing like some damn schoolgirl when he took your hand in his… holding it firmly in his strong…

“Get a grip, Miss Naylor!” you tell yourself out loud.

Already worrying about how these hormonal, and already out-of-control, girls would behave around the new male staff, you didn’t want to deal with descending into similar behavior yourself. You had never been that type of girl, having always behaved as a young girl were supposed to. Starting back when you had attended the Pink Rose yourself, surrounded by girls from richer families who didn’t always behave in a proper manner, you had taking that to heart as motivation to make something off yourself.

It had worked, landing you a job back here and relatively quickly your present position as headmistress. Following your failed engagement, you had been perfectly happy with your few vanilla relationships through college, when Honoré Thibodeaux had entered your life. You had found her intriguing, her free spirit and relaxed views on relationships with the opposite sex had been both shocking and exciting to you, and when you ended up at the Pink Rose together you only got closer with your adventurous collage acquaintance.

The two of you being hired the same summer and rooming together for the first couple of years of your time here meant that you where naturally pushed to one another, but that quickly developed as the two of you really clicked beyond your initial friendship from school. You often found yourself listening intently, with a stunned expression painted on your face, as Honey told about her latest experiences or her views on this and that. When learning that her preferences didn’t necessarily end with the opposite sex, you had been shocked and for some time a little standoffish with your roommate. Not that you saw anything wrong with that, you had been quick to point out to yourself, but still you shared a room with this free spirit!

However, as you learned more about her, and she about you, you never thought anything like that again. Miss Thibodeaux did a pretty good job separating the different aspects of her life. Friends, work, and those other friends… teasing you almost constantly she did however!

Your initial reaction to her openness for couplings involving the same sex was a favored topic of her teasing for some time, before she moved on to other incidents and examples of your “suppressed sexuality”, as she more or less put it. One event which had played on your mind many times over this last summer, and which Honey had often reminded you of in her infuriating playful manner, was the baseball trip. That time when you had talked your friend into spending a weekend going to a minor league game a few towns over, catching the game where a certain young shortstop stole the show.

Brian Watts… it really wasn’t the best idea, was it? He didn’t even have much in terms of credentials, none relating to actual education, but you had pushed for him, to “improve the softball program” had been your selling point, but over the past weeks Honey had planted the thought in your head that you might have had some ulterior motive for getting Coach Watts on staff. You had initially feared that it would be awkward for Honey to work with a former… partner of hers. But she clearly wasn’t fazed with the prospect…

Pulling the file on the new coach out and glancing at it once more, the smiling picture of him in the upper right-hand corner, you considered how you would have reacted had it been you who had gone with the young ballplayer that day.

You could have gone with him, you tell yourself. After seeing the young player before the game, Honey even nudging you when you stared, and then seeing him play, the sound of the bat each time he hit the ball exciting you further, you really were awestruck when you approached him at the towns local bar that night. With Honey at your side is had been like the sea parting as you found the star of the day alone, being so tongue-tied that your friend had stepped in and done the talking…

Contrary to her usual sharing self, Honey had only alluded to what had taken place between the time she left with young shortstop Watts and you picked her up for the drive home. Leaving your imagination to run wild, your fantasies about having been the one to serve as prize for the young player being one of your little dreams for a long time… joined by many others as you discovered erotic fiction and romance novels, serving as an outlet for you as you had to keep up appearances around the school, especially after rising to your current position.

Maybe you should have just went for it back then… perhaps your present fantasies wouldn’t revolve around giving yourself up to dominant men to the same degree. Having kept on the straight and narrow for all of your adult life and now bossing around the faculty and all these young girls around on a daily basis, your mind now dwelled on submitting to a strong and dangerous figure.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a man in the outer office. You take a quick deep breath to steady yourself before getting up and opening the door, seeing that young shortstop of yours standing there, his luggage in tow.

You take a glance at the clock, seeing that he’s just a few minutes late, and try to put on your game face.

“Mr. Watts, I assume,” you greet him with a smile on your face, “You’re right on time.”