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I met him on a flight from Paris to JFK. My best friend, Grenada Lopez de Monserrat, who I always called Lopez, and I were returning from a two-month tour of Europe to see the sights. My name is Candace Harrison; everyone calls me Candy.

The trip was a college graduation present from our parents. My father was president of a financial investment firm, handling hundreds of millions of dollars. Lopez's parents were both surgeons.

When I say we saw the sights, what I really mean is we saw the ceilings of some of Europe's finest hotels; we saw the top of the heads of too many nameless guys as they ate us; we saw the cocks of those nameless guys as they went in and out of our mouths. It was a glorious trip. Lopez would agree.

The guy I sat next to on the plane home was older than my dad and I didn't look twice at him when we boarded our flight. Lopez sat across the aisle from me sleeping. Of course, she did. She'd spent our last night in Paris being double teamed by two young, handsome, well-hung Frenchmen. Me? I just did one.

To be polite I struck up a conversation with Tony Garguilo. Our chat lasted almost the entire flight. He was one of those guys who'd ask you a question and then lets you talk and talk and talk. I did most of the talking; I thought he was fascinating and when we said our good byes at customs he gave me his business card, I didn't expect to see him again.

When I said he was older than my father; he was in fact close to sixty. I'd just spent two months in Europe fucking those young beautiful French and Italian men. I didn't speak either language but I learned to say, "fuck me," "keep eating me," and "give me your cock," in both languages. I also understood them when they said, "you have beautiful tits," and "you have a very sweet pussy," in both Italian and French.

To be honest, Lopez and I had a great time in Europe, but we also agreed that sadly, the quantity of the fucking far exceeded the quality. Still, there was no chance that I'd be interested in someone like Tony Garguilo.

Speaking of fucking: I'd been fucking since high school. I fucked my way through college. Lopez and I became roommates randomly, but by the end of September we knew we were made for each other.

The first time we met, I brought a guy back to our dorm and once the door closed, I was all over him. The lights were off, I was on my knees, and his pants were around his ankles. That's when this guy flipped on the light switch; "I'm going to trip and fall on my ass," he said.

When the light went on, the first thing I saw besides his stiff cock was Lopez. She was on her bed and she was riding some guy's cock. She didn't stop and once the boy I was with got his pants off, I took him to bed and gave him a blowjob. The light was still on.

I ended up at this university because my parents were alums. Lopez ended up here because her parents thought the guy she was fucking in her California high school was going to ruin her life and sent her as far away as possible. Our college bordered the Atlantic Ocean; there was no farther east.

Lopez is short, with a killer body. Roommates try to dress and undress modestly, but we were together only a few days before I saw Lopez's tits. They were perfect, big, white orbs against her gorgeous olive skin. She told me that boys went crazy over them; I could see why.

As for me: I'm just the opposite. I'm 5' 10" tall and always, always wore heels, making my legs look even longer. There was nothing I liked better than wrapping those long legs around some guy's back; except of course, wrapping them around his head. There was a lot of both in college and in Europe.

After graduation, Lopez and I got an apartment together in Brooklyn. She was in med school in New York and I was starting out as a sales rep for a company which sold medical supplies.

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