The first was my hands weren't greasy yet and the second was, I was not way turned on yet, emitting a scent that was undeniable but looking at her, it...wouldn't take long.I started the massage and she was very quiet. She reached for her stereo remote and turned it on. Soothing, relaxing music came wafting out. I had heard it before but I could not put my finger on it. I kept massaging and then it dawned on me what it was. It was a seduction CD that I had given her as a joke.It starts out real. I told her to set it up.I went with her to his apartment feeling rather nervous. It was Friday night at 8:00 o’clock. He let us in and we had some informal conversation to break the ice. Roger was about 5’ 9”, 180 pounds, brown hair, and a short beard. Helen doesn’t have a massage table so he went into his bedroom, stripped and lied face down on the bed. We entered the room; Helen put on music and dimmed the lights.Helen and I got down to our underwear and she stood to his right beside the bed. My Indian neighbors were shocked to see me in this state. I have never brought a woman to my house and that too a white woman. This was very scandalous to them. I didn't care. I started kissing Jo all over. She was running her fingers through my hair. I removed my shirt. She was able to see my chest with less hair but well built. She removed her yellow shoes and stood barefoot near my door. I shut the door with my right foot and started kissing her again. I pressed her to the wall, biting her. Even the concrete had been hosed down to rid it of the thin layer of dust generated by the landscapers. Last minute touches by various contractors were occurring. The distant sounds of tools bounced around the empty quad. She saw a few adults meandering to their destinations. Cynically, Lauren knew within weeks the white concrete would be scuffed and grey once the students started using the campus. Lauren swiveled around and oriented to the campus looking for the room she would meet her.