Carlie also found time to fall in love.

It started when she was in her room looking at the latest video. She was thinking of the perfect man: oriental, a little older, a bit heavy, glasses, nice suit...and got up to get dressed. She put on an evening gown and some sophisticated make-up. Then, checking the time, she went to the entrance, stopping at reception to pick up an envelope.

There was a limo waiting outside. Without hesitation she opened the door, and inside...well he took her breath away...that perfect man she had only dreamed off!

She was inside with him, and he said, "You must be Carlie. I'm Yang Cho." They started to shake hands, but Carlie decided that was too formal, so she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek (giving him a nice view of her cleavage).

He spoke a little of his life: he was a Hong Kong millionaire ("Actually more of a billionaire now") but very lonely. She almost wept when he described how his wife was now an old lady of forty, no longer as attractive as she once was, and how he had needs.

"Oh, you poor thing!" Carlie said. If she had her way, all his needs would be fulfilled, and then some! Carlie stroked his cheek, and stared into his beautiful eyes. He looked down at her chest, and then at her legs peeking out under the slit in her dress. Carlie shifted slightly so that the gown would open up and give him a full view of her legs. He reached forward and touched her knee, then put his hand on it. Carlie in turn put her hand on his knee, and started moving it to the part of him she most wanted to touch. He was swelling under his pants, and Carlie deftly unzipped his fly.

"My god, that's so beautiful!" cried Carlie when she saw it. She leaned over, just to taste it a little, when he lifted her face.

"Not here, my sweet. We will do it in my hotel room, like adults."

The limo pulled into a fancy hotel, and, arm-in-arm, they made their way to the penthouse.

There was a dinner waiting for them, but Carlie ate sparingly. She was hungry alright, but not for food. They spoke of Yang's early childhood, how he achieved his great wealth through hard work and a humble inheritance of about $3 million (Carlie was so impressed!). Yang then dismissed the servants, dimmed the lights, and put on some music. They danced a little, although there was little grace and much groping in their moves. Finally he led her to the bedroom. As she trembled, he pulled the straps of her gown aside and the dress slipped to the floor. Standing there naked, except for her shoes, he lowered her to the bed, where she lay, legs open, whispering, "Hurry up, I need you!" He pulled off his suit, revealing his pudgy body, the sexiest Carlie had ever seen. His five-inch penis erect, he lowered himself onto her and into her.

He thrust himself into her, and she pushed herself up for greater penetration. She was crying out with each thrust, and experienced a series of orgasms that frenzied her motions. Then he stiffened, grunted, and came.

It was bliss. They fell asleep with his head on her breasts, Carlie stroking his hair around his bald spot. She was in love, and it would last forever.

By the next week there was someone else, a politician who wanted to keep their affair private. She would go to his office in a business suit, and introduce herself as an aid to another politician. There in his office, she would pull off her business suit to reveal something slinky underneath. She would dance for him, or on him, or with him in her.

This went on twice a week for about a month. Carlie couldn't remember how it started, nor could she remember how it ended; she just stopped going. But soon after she found another love, the CEO of a bank. And after him there was the German ambassador. And then came the sit-com star, who showed her his Grammies, just before she showed him her mammaries.

Carlie's roomate Jessica was also in love. Jessica just happened to be hanging around in front of the building wearing nothing but a tight leather bustier under her overcoat, when a terribly attractive man pulled up in a sports car and picked her up. Jessica was very impressed by his vigor and his wealth, so when she simply stopped seeing him, Carlie was surprised - but not for long, soon there was someone else. Carlie also learned something else about Jessica: her breasts were not real. She was flat-chested most of her teen years, so she wanted bigger tits for college, and her father insisted on paying for them. Later she would learn that most of the students had had surgery: nose jobs, breast enhancement, and more. There were also a couple that mentioned to her that they had lost a lot of weight during their last year of High School. One girl told of how she needed extensive dental care, but couldn't afford it - she was raised by a single mom in a trailer. But Fairf ield College had not only given her a scholarship, but even gave a generous bonus to cover a month in the best dentist office in Memphis. Carlie wasn't surprised at the stories; every student at Fairfield was perfectly gorgeous.

One day Carlie and Jessica had just finished watching some videos on their computers when there came a knock on their dorm room door: Edgar had come for a visit!

Looking as dashing as ever in his sweatshirt and baggy jeans, they hugged him hello, and invited him in. The conversation was fascinating, covering everything from Halo to World Of Warcraft. Then Edgar suggested they play a game. Jessica suggested strip poker, and soon they were sitting around the floor on cushions from the couch as Egar dealt.

Edgar was the most skillful poker player in the room. He knew variations of the rules that the girls were unfamiliar with, for instance three of a kind only beat a pair if the pair is different colours (as Carlie discovered as she dropped her three 4's and handed over her bra). Soon the girls were naked and enjoying Edgars' stare. They had lost all their clothes and had nothing to ante up, so Edgar started suggesting tasks they could do: The loser of the next hand must do a sexy dance. Jessica lost that one, so she entertained Edgar and Carlie by jiggling to a song on the radio. Then Edgar suggested that if he won the next one, Carlie and Jessica would make out. It wasn't even close, and soon Carlie and Jessica were rolling on the floor, kissing, rubbing each others tits, and grabbing each others slippery pussies. Carlie was sorry when it ended, but when she saw the ecouraging smile on Edgars face, she was glad. And very very horny.

Then Edgar suggested that the next loser give him a lapdance. Carlie lost that round (she actually threw away a pair...she was making some very foolish mistakes), so she had Edgar sit on one of the computer chairs and practically dry-humped him. She was getting very turned on (and could feel a massive lump in Edgars pants) when Jessica said, "Whoah, kiddo, save some for me!" and practically pushed Carlie off Edgar. They yanked off Edgars pants, and were delighted to see his cock. They shared it, both slurping and sucking (and kissing each other). And after he had squirted, they licked the cum of each others' faces. Delicious.

Edgar was a little disappointed that he came so quickly, he wanted to fuck one of them, but didn't think he could get it up again for a while. They tried to get him erect again, but to no avail ("I just came from another dorm room," he explained). The girls were disappointed too, but Edgar promised that he would be back soon. Carlie could hardly wait.

On occasion Fairfield would have a dance. The first one was a real eye-opener for Carlie, as hundreds of beautiful Fairfield girls danced in the Trumpet Auditorium. On the outside, surrounding them were many older gentlemen in business suits, watching the girls like a lion would watch a pack of gazelles. The music was great, and Carlie almost lost herself in the techno beat rubbing against the other girls, and doing her sexiest moves. Most of the girls were wearing short skirts (the Russian students were wearing hot pants!). Kelly from Canada seemed out of place in a longer skirt, until she twirled around...and the skirt lifted up giving everyone a flash of her panties. Carlie smiled at Kelly's ingenuity - and the way she never got dizzy no matter how much she spun.

A few of the men allowed themselves to be lured onto the dancefloor. They quickly found themselves surrounded by a mob of pretty girls, vying for attention by putting on the sexiest moves.

The DJ played a latin number, and the dozen latino girls in the college sizzled up the dancefloor. Carlie knew she couldn't compete with that, so she took a break. By now a number of girls were circulating among the men on the sidelines, and Carlie felt the urge to meet someone new.

Headmaster Jasper was talking to a couple of men about the DJ. "He's the best in town, but we don't have to pay him a cent. Just give him a suite for the night, and a little company, and he's begging to do more events for us..." Carlie could see the company...a couple of Fairfield girls were in the booth, and seemed very taken with the DJ.

"By the way, this is first year student Carrie," introduced the Headmaster. "This is Ambassador Eli Weisberg of Israel, and Mike Wilson, who runs Midwest Mutual."

"Pleased to meetcha," said Carlie demurely, shaking their hands.

"What do you think?" the Headmaster asked the guests.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen!" blurted out the ambassador.

Carlie blushed. "How sweet!"

"Carrie," said the dean with a knowing look in his eye, "The ambassador is spending the night in Guest Suite 13. I think he's ready to turn in for the evening. Can you show him the way to his room?"

"Of course!" replied Carlie, who took Ambassador Weisbergs arm and led him out of the auditorium.

As they left, she heard the businessman ask the dean, "That tall one over there..."

"Jessica?"

"Yeah...by any chance does she have a Wonder Woman costume..."

When in High School, Carlie used to moved by the plight of the Palestinians. But spending some time with such a handsome grey-haired Israeli, she starting to feel that she might have been wrong. She led him to his suite, and accepted his offer to come inside. He spoke a little about his home in Haifa, and she siddled up to him. He smiled at her and stroked her face a little. Carlie took his finger into her mouth and started sucking. One thing lead to another, and soon he was on top, pushing and grunting and both were cumming.

The next time Carlie heard about Israeli forces penetrating Palestinian territory, she would think of her time with sweet sexy Eli.

Carlie found herself dating a lot, and usually older wealthy men. She found them irresistable, and everything they did turned her on. Every man enjoyed something different, and Carlie enjoyed giving it to them. She had costumes, props, and always knew what to bring. It was the same with Jessica and most students at the college. Carlie also enjoyed the occasional threesome, usually with real estate tycoon Ronald Trumpet and his wife, a Fairfield alumni.

One day Jessica announced that she was getting married.

"Who's the lucky guy?"

"John Sarducci."

"Johnny 'The Icepick' Sarducci? The guy's dad is the biggest mob boss in town!"

Jessica smiled. "It's the dad I'm marrying. His wife just died, you see, and he needs someone."

"His wife died by a carbomb meant for him!"

"He'll be good to me, you'll see!"

Carlie wasn't convinced, but after seeing the latest video, she began warming up to Sarducci. Around the time construction began on the new wing of the college, Jessica got married and dropped out of Fairfield (which was actual quite common, about half the students dropped out to get married before they could finish college). Carlie was the maid of honour, and Kelly from Canada a bridesmaid. Jessica's father, a waspy man, welcomed Sarducci (who was about his age) into the family with a moving speech, and then the bride and groom retired for the evening. It was a unique wedding night in that the groom spent his wedding night not only with the bride, but with the bridesmaids as well. As Kelly from Canada bounced up and down on his lap, he watched Carlie and Jessica make passionate love, before fucking Carlie and finally bedding his bride. Carlie was going to miss Jessica!