The music was loud and lively. You could actually feel the pulse of the music in the vibrations of the old floor boards beneath your feet. Lynn and I ...oined hands and began to dance the Rumba along with the other students from our class. As we moved on the wooden floor, our hips pulsed and swayed in erotic movements in time to the music. Our movements formed a rhythm that often seemed to lock us together as one. Lynn looked so hot in her blue dress as we moved rhythmically along with the other. After a few days again when nobody was there at home she invited me. While playing music, I remind her about our last talk on which she didn’t say anything. I kissed her first on the cheeks and then on the forehead.Then I am looking continuously at her eyes. She instantly kissed on my lips we both held each other for a long kiss. While we were busy with our kissing her home doorbell rang. So we broke off the kiss and I see her mother was there. I was afraid but Nisha told that I am her friend. Finally, I decided I have to talk to her to see how it goes, so I invite her to a drink, and then I start beating around the bushes, talking about job and all, she cuts me out and says, I know what you have in your mind, and I am ok with that, don’t propose to me, I am not going to accept, I am ok to be with you, going on movies, holidays, if having sex is part of this, I am game, even I want it, lets not complicate things, we both want to have sex, lets enjoy, I was like what ? Didn’t know. “My husband asked me to bring these files immediately,” I told him, correcting my saree.“Need help?” he turned towards me and came close. He removed the safety pin that was holding my saree pallu and pinned it properly. He looked at my hip. The saree was tucked pretty low.“Well, that’s perfect the way it is,” he said and turned back. We reached the fifth floor.“Do you know where my husband’s cabinet is?” I asked him.“You haven’t even told me his name. But he is Arun Ramachandran, right? I’m his.