She laughed at him and then thought of something, "Michael, when I went to take my shower you said something about masturbation. I wanted to tell you that I don't."
He glanced at her and saw that she was very serious. "Never?" He asked, "Why not?"
Color crept up to stain her cheeks, "Actually, I really don't know how. By the time I had those urges and feeling, I had met Reed and begged him to take my virginity. I never really thought about it much." She told him.
"You never have ever touched yourself at all?" He asked, not totally believing that a women as easy to turn on as she was, had never masturbated.
She blushed again and looked away, "I've touched myself of course, but I have never had an orgasm from doing so. I don't really know how." She noticed he was smiling. "Are you laughing at me?" She fumed.
At this he started laughing, "No, I am not laughing at you. I was smiling because I was thinking about how much fun it's going be teaching you. I laughed just now because you look so mad. You're really cute when you're mad by the way."
"Teaching me," she blushed an even deeper to shade of red, "To masturbate?
"Among other things little one, yes. You'll like it, trust me. Now tell me have you at least experienced pleasure from just a hand or fingers?" He asked with extreme frankness.
"Yes, from Reed and Neil both. Neil liked to bring me off that way a few times before he would go down on me and Reed would during movies and sometimes between classes to tease me. Said he liked it when I panted," she told him.
At her words, he raised an eyebrow; "I like it when you pant too. So, between classes huh, very naughty little one. Did anyone ever know what you were doing?"
She chewed her lip a little and then spoke up "Neil did, he told me later that he saw Reed do it a few times and my best friend saw it once, but usually we kept it very secret. I told Reed not to, but he did it anyway."
They had arrived at school and so the conversation was over. Michael parked the car near the station part of the school and they both went in. Silk looked at her watch and saw that she had ten minutes to get her stuff ready. More than enough time actually. She gathered all her stuff and went into the flight deck. Donny was there, he smiled as she walked in and gave her the quite signal that told her he was about to go on the air. She gave him the okay signal and set her stuff down.
As the song ended, Donny switched on the mike and spoke in to it with a clean clear voice, "That was an oldie, but a goodie, by Styx. Up next is the weather with our own Amanda White. This is Donny Love saying good-bye for the week, next up is everyone's favorite coed, Silky Lang. See ya all back here next week at ten. Be well and party safe." Donny signaled to Amanda and switched off the mike. He then turned to her and smiled as he pulled the head phones from one ear. "How's tricks, cutie?" He asked.
"Good," she told him. "Are you ready to switch?"
"Just a sec, let me set these carts up and I'll switch you," he told her as he set up the six carts that resembled the old eight track tapes, which would play commercials. They were designed to play one after another when set. They were thirty to sixty minutes long. This gave them time to switch places with out any dead air. Dead air was a big no-no. You could get fined or even fired over dead air. After setting them, he waited for Amanda to finish with the weather and signal him. At the signal, he started the first spot; the others would play in secession. He then took off the earphones and gathered up the remainder of his stuff and moved allowing her to switch him places.
First she placed the earphones on, which allowed her to hear the actual show that was going out over the air. She pulled it off one ear just as Donny had done. They were into the second spot at this point, some ad for a used car dealer that promised great prices for students. She grabbed the cart that had the station identification spot that told listeners she was up next on it and set it next to the cart machine. She then placed her list on the table next to the soundboard and started grabbing a few CDs from the rack for the next songs she would play. She popped in the first CD she would play and set it to the track she wanted. The third cart had played by this time and so she removed the first cart and popped her station identification in. She then only had to wait for the last commercial to play and then she would begin her show. With that she turned back to Donny, who was taking readings from the equipment. He wanted to learn about the equipment along with being a DJ so Michael had him spend an extra two hours each day working with the other stuff that was used to put a radio show out over the air.
"How are you today, Mr. Love," she joked. Everyone loved Donny's call name.
"I would be better if you would just go out with me, Miss Lang," he told her using her call name.
She laughed and told him, "Dream on Donny boy, I told you I don't date DJ's. To much professional jealousy."
"Shot down again, you are one mean lady Silk," he told her trying to be serious. Done with his readings, he gathered up his backpack and water bottle, preparing to leave he told her, "I will go lick my wounds again, in private." He was pretending a pout as he left the flight deck.
With a laugh, she turned back to the soundboard and listened as the fifth spot was finishing and the sixth and final one began. She readied herself for another four hours of live show. She always felt nervous for the first few minutes. She listened and readied herself to press the button that would announce her to the listening world.
"You've been listening to the awesome sounds of KEWL 99.5. Coming at you from Mission University located right on our very own campus. This is Silky Lang and I'll be your host for the next four hours for some good times, great jokes and stories and some KEWL tunes. So just sit back and absorb this rockin' tune. Rock on, coeds," the spot told listeners. She then pressed the play button on the CD player and listened as the track she has chosen began to play.
Next she set about pulling some more carts and CD's to play for the next hour. Her first hour she played what she liked but after three o'clock she would start to take requests and play what the listeners wanted. She also turned and logged into the flight deck computer and messenger services that was behind her. It was linked with the Head Program Director and Michael so that they could talk to her without interrupting her show with noise. It was hard to talk while running an air show, but they could instant message back and forth with ease. It was mostly used to deliver memos and praise to the DJ and sometimes to mention a mistake that need to be corrected right away. Silky had never really used it much. She had received memos and atta-girls and thanked the sender but she had not chatted much on it otherwise.
She turned back to the soundboard, as the song was about to finish. She popped another CD in the next player and set the track she wanted. As the song came to a close, she switched on the mike, "That was Madonna. Next up we have a five play. Commercial free. But first we have a joke for all of you out there in radio land. This one comes from the computer department. Thanks guys. Okay, how many computer geeks does it take to change a light bulb? Give up? Who knows, they don't need light to program." She pretended to laugh. "Alright folks here's your five play as promised, and remember," she told them as she started the song, "I'll be taking request after three, so pick a song and give me a call. This is Silky Lang for KEWL 99.5." The song took over and she shut off the mike.
As she lifted the earphone from her ear she heard the click that meant some one had sent her a message. She turned to see from who and wasn't surprise to see it was Michael.
'Nice,' it said.
'Thanks', she typed back. She then turned around to set up the next three songs for the five-play that she was starting.
'So tell me, when Reed would make you cum with his hand in the hallway, would from rubbing your clit or would he stick his finger inside you?' Came the message with a click.
At this she blushed and typed back, 'Both.'
'What about Neil,' came the next question?
She turned to start the next song and then came back and typed, 'With a finger inside every time. He had a way of wiggling it that made me just loose it.'
