You lie

"Of course I do," you lie with a grin. "You really stood out."

"But not as much as my girlfriend did," she laughs. "You went home with her and from what she confided later showed her a wonderful time. It's sweet of you to lie, Brian. But not necessary."

You blush at being caught in the lie, and scuff your foot on the ground like a contrite little boy.

"I'm sorry, and you're right, I don't. It was a pretty crazy night and I was all pumped up. I remember talking to lots of people and signing balls for them. I don't know how I could have forgotten you, but I'm embarrassed to say that I did. And I'm even more embarrassed to have lied just now.

"It's no surprise," she says with just a trace of sadness. "You had women hanging all over you, all of them younger and prettier than me. And my girlfriend made such a play for you. I don't blame you for not remembering. But it was sweet of you to lie to flatter me."

"They might have been younger, but they can't have been prettier Diana," you say with a boyish smile, looking at her with unconcealed appreciation. "And for what it's worth I don't remember your girlfriend very well either. She blushes again and makes a show of fanning her face.

"Whew! You're going to make this old lady all excited," she laughs. "Thank you Brian, that's very sweet."

"I'm just being honest, and you're hardly old," you smile, seeing her blush deepen. She clears her throat and opens the door to the batting cage. As she steps out you admire the firm roundness of her ass and marvel at the shape she's in and the work she must do to maintain it. You'd had no clue that she was hiding this svelte body under her conservative clothes when you first met her.

"I have a confession to make," she says as the two of you start to walk. "I borrowed your office to change my clothes. I know I should have asked, but I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. Anytime," you assure her.

"I just got into the habit of using it when I was coaching. And it does have a private shower which I used to love. I'd hate to have to shower with students, and I can't stand being all sweaty under my clothes."

"I understand. I feel the same way. I was actually on my way to the office when I heard you hitting. I was planning to do some organising."

"I knew you were dedicated," she smiles. "I'm so glad that you've joined us here. I think you'll be great!"

"Even though I'm a man?" you ask with a teasing laugh.

"Even though," she replies with a laugh of her own. "My feelings about that are not personal. Not about any of the men that were hired. My concern is just one of policy and tradition. I'm not sure the Board of Regents considered all the implications when they made their decision."

"I'll do my best not to let you down."

"I know you will Brian!" she says, squeezing your arm. "I have a lot of faith in you. It's why I wanted you to be hired. I think you'll be an excellent addition, despite your gender."

You've reached your office and you open the door for her with a smile. She turns and looks at you, then gestures to the office.

"What kind of changes were you going to make?" she asks. "It's really none of my business, but I can't help but be curious."

"Nothing major," you say, stepping into the room. "I'd like to get a video monitor because I want to record practises and games. I can use my laptop, but it would be great to have something bigger so I can show things to players more easily. Other than that, just moving things around."

"Putting your stamp on the place," she says. "Perfectly reasonable. We have money in the budget for monitor. Email me a request and I'll make it happen. Is there anything else you need? Anything at all?

She says the last sentences in a softer tone, stepping a bit closer to you, her lips softly parted in what might be an invitation.