I was an electrical engineering major, but I spent too much time hanging around the campus radio station and not enough time with my studies. I got my...GROL...”“What’s that?”“It’s a General Radiotelephone Operator’s License -- from the FCC. It certifies I have basic knowledge of broadcast radio and television regulations, technology and practices. It’s not legally required for operating a broadcast station, but this station requires one for all their engineers. It’s how I landed a job here.”“How. Michele hopped out of the van. She was wearing flared jeans; a tight purple velour top with long sleeves and cork-soled platform sandals with her red toenails peeking out of the straps. Her fingernails were painted the same bright red, which matched her lipstick, but except for some mascara her makeup was subdued and her shoulder-length hair was brushed out and left flowing. She wore ‘arts and crafts’ bangles, necklaces, rings and earrings, which she had picked up at various flea markets and. We both fell back gasping and spent, for the moment. We both lit up cigarettes and calmed down. Then Steve started giggling and pointed out that our cum on the pictures made it look like the guys had cum on the girl. Then, “Shit, our cum ruined the page,” as he used a rag to try to wipe off the cum. Then he blew my mind when he asked, “have you ever tasted your own cum?” I told him no I hadn’t, but had wondered about it. He said he admitted he had tasted his once. I didn’t believe him,. Just as I turn the heat down to simmer everything while the rice finishes cooking, I hear you pull into the driveway. As you walk up to the door, you can see me through the window, beaming from ear to ear that you’re finally here. I step through the kitchen, throw the door open, and sweep you into my arms and a passionate embrace. As our lips meet, its like an electric charge surges through me. I swear I can feel your nipples harden as you press your body against me. My right arm still around.