Candice, Candy, CC, she was far from your average girl, she never liked barbies and dolls, she was more interested in cars, machines, how they worked. Computers particularly, then games. School was one of those awkward times where Candy realised she was not normal, she did not want to fit in, she never tried. College was a little better.. but not by much, well, until her roommate bailed.. and Clay moved in. Oh, he was not her kind of guy, at least if his friends were anything to go by, they were all royal jerks. So, he paid half the rent, bought his own food, and they avoided one another as much as they could. Until one day, it was burnt in her brain.. she had been using her favourite vibe, she had heard the door open. Seeing him there, the tent in his pants she had given him 2 options. Close the door or help. He had chosen the latter and the rest was history. They knew each others bodies in and out, she knew just where to touch to make him shiver.. he knew just how to make her scream.

She had never fit in, still doesn't, but she was never an ugly girl, a little on the chubby side, but not enough to call her fat. She had a glorious set of breasts that filled a DD bra easily, rounded hips that men loved to grab.. that she loved men grabbing. She made no effort to tone up, but she did not have to, she was happy with who she was. Her hair changed colour almost weekly, as did her style, punk, geek, techno chic.