Erica on the Radio

By American Cowboy

My English literature professor was a very handsome man. He kind of reminded me of Pierce Brosnan from those James Bond movies. Throughout the semester, I had let my mind wander sometimes during class, indulging in idle thoughts and fantasies. I didn't think he even noticed me. But then one day, he called me up to see him after class.

The other college students had left the room, and I was alone with him as I walked up to the desk. I was wearing jeans that fit my legs and hips snugly that day, and a white sweater. My wavy brunette hair cascaded down to just about my shoulders. Shyly, I held my notebook in front of me with both hands.

"Yes, sir?" I asked. "You wanted to, um, see me…"

Reclining in his chair behind the desk, he looked over and answered in his charming accent, "Erica, I was reviewing your transcript and it appears you haven't yet declared a Major."

"No, sir," I lowered my eyes bashfully. "It's just that, well, I feel I've only just started college. I don't know what I want to do yet."

There was a pause of silence between us, before my professor chuckled. "I understand, Erica. But you do not want to wait too long. Have you ever thought about a Major in communications?"

"Communications?" I was startled by his suggestion of studies.

The man stood up so that he could begin to sort through, and pack his papers. He was much taller than me. I felt like I was back in high school, discussing career possibilities with the guidance counselor.

"You could pursue a path in journalism, for example." He continued as I nodded my head. "Perhaps starting in print, and then working your way toward broadcast journalism. You are a very photogenic young woman, Erica."

"I am?" I said breathlessly, lifting up a hand to tease the ends of my hair.

Then my mouth broke out into a wide grin, and I giggled. Growing more at ease, I started to ask him what was involved, what courses I should take and such. He made several recommendations, which I wrote down earnestly. But my professor also mentioned it would be helpful to participate in some extracurricular activities.

"The college has a student-run radio station," he explained. "I have heard they are looking for some help on one of their programs. I think you should see them and inquire about an opportunity. It would be good experience and something you could add to your resume."

"The radio station, huh?" I never thought I had a strong speaking voice.

But my professor only assured me that my voice was lovely, which made me blush. He gave me the names of some contacts. Then we spent a few more minutes chatting.

Finally, when I had run out of anything substantive to say, I thought I had better excuse myself. My mind was whirling from all the different stuff we talked about, but my eyes were on the attractive professor as I slowly backed out of the classroom. Outside in the hallway, and once I was out of view, I breathed a heavy sigh.

Turning around, I found my friend Carrie waiting for me! She was dressed in a short black jacket, her red and golden curls falling down her back and shoulder. A plaid miniskirt came down to the tops of her thighs, so she was looking quite hot herself. The young woman escorted me a few steps away from the professor's classroom.

Squeezing my arm, she squealed, "So did you let him see you naked?"

"What?" I gasped. "Carrie, no!"

She continued to link her arm with mine, slowing down our pace considerably. "Well I know you want him to, right?"

"Um, I don't know," I stammered, noticing that we had stopped in the middle of the hall.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Carrie asked excitedly. "Come on, while there's still no one around. Get your clothes off, and walk back into his room!"

"Barefoot?" I whispered, my heart beating faster.

"Totally nude," my friend giggled.

I looked down at myself, absently fiddling with the button on my jeans. The notebook was held in my other hand. I bent one knee forward, quietly starting to slip the heel of my foot out of the shoe. Now, I didn't think I could actually go through with this. But I looked over at Carrie, and she happily nodded her head.

Suddenly, my professor stepped out of the classroom behind us. My heart nearly stopped!

"Ladies," he greeted us, and politely continued to walk down the hallway.

Carrie and I waited until he passed out of earshot, and then my friend turned to me. She gave me a playful smack on the arm.

"Well there was an opportunity missed, Erica!" the strawberry-blonde teased.

I closed my eyes, amusing myself with thoughts of what might have happened had I crept back into the classroom after leaving all my clothes with Carrie. Perhaps I would have crawled across his desk, my bare nubile body fully on display. Or I would roll over on my back, letting the professor examine my chest and smooth pubic mound…

Opening my eyes, I found that I had slipped a hand down the front on my pants! Quickly, I withdrew my fingers while Carrie giggled next to me. It would be so embarrassing to get caught masturbating in the hallway like this!

I lifted my notebook defensively, now hugging it to my body, and said, "Look… I really need to get going!"

My friend kissed me sweetly, and told me she would see me later. The young woman then turned around, and began to depart in the same direction as my professor. Now my mind was really whirling, and I had to sort out all my thoughts and emotions. I also had to leave to meet Alicia on the other side of the building because she was giving me a ride home.

Once we were driving off the college campus, I told my other friend about the proposal to work for the student radio station.

"Oh, you should do it, Erica! It sounds fun," Alicia replied enthusiastically.

Fussing with my sweater, I mumbled, "Yeah… but I'm really not that outgoing."

"Nonsense, you'll be fine!" my dark-haired friend encouraged me.

I was still unsure, and by the time we arrived at my house, I decided not to even mention it to my parents. There were still reservations I had to work out in my head. Later in the evening, I called up Carrie, and explained everything to her. She was also on board with the idea, in fact telling me that I had to do it, and I would have her full support. The best thing, I decided was to sleep on it.

The next morning, I opened up my notebook and reviewed some of the points I was given about this campus radio project. Among other things, it included a list of names I should contact if interested. There was a Station Manager and a Programming Director, in addition to some other directors. I honestly never realized there was so much involved. It appeared from the reference to the Senior dorms, that these were not adults, well not grown-ups like faculty. But these were students a couple of years ahead of me, so probably twenty-two or twenty-three-year-olds.

The kind of guys who never got around to graduating college, I grinned to myself, already forming a mental image. The thing is, except for some girl named Christina who was a financial director, everyone else listed was a guy. Without any further consideration, I stuffed the book into my bag and prepared to leave for school.

Alicia was giving me a ride again, and my answer to her when she asked, was that I still had not made up my mind. In truth, I had some time after my first class, which is when I thought I might look into this. But I was hoping not to let too many more people know, because I was self-conscious about making a fool of myself.

After the late morning lecture was over, I walked across campus to the Senior Residence Hall. I was always a little intimidated coming here, meeting older students. Not the least of which was because I think I still looked like I was in high school. I was wearing a denim skirt and dark sweater buttoned over a white T-shirt today, and had on pink socks and white sneakers. There were glances at me as I approached the building and entered, making me wonder if someone was going to say I didn't belong here.

With my bag slung over my shoulder, I was an innocent schoolgirl passing between young men and women who were older than me. Maybe I should have called first, or perhaps I was supposed to set up an appointment. I didn't think that far ahead. Really, I thought the whole idea of a campus radio station was kind of informal.

I would not be surprised to find out the station was run out of some student's dorm room. With an eye on a clock hanging in the lobby, I made my way up some stairs to the third floor of the residence hall. Pausing, I fished out my notebook and checked to see that I had the right place. Room 303, the professor had written down.

Locating the door, I adjusted my skirt and sweater, clutching the bag over my shoulder with my other hand. I didn't know what to expect. Feeling self-conscious, I started to regret having not dressed more professionally. I took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door.

There was some shuffling coming from the room beyond. I waited and shifted my weight to my other leg. A voice said something behind the door, but I couldn't really make it out. Nervously, I looked over my shoulder to see if anybody on the floor was watching.

I turned my head around again, and watched as the dorm room door pulled open. A young man, his face unshaven, greeted me. My eyes lowered, and I saw that he was dressed in a T-shirt and boxer shorts! I blushed, but did not look away.

"Hey," he said casually, still standing in the doorway.

"Hi," I answered shyly.

We continued to stare at each other for a moment, before he asked me what I wanted.

Finally, I was able to explain, "My name is Erica. I'm here about the radio position."

He blinked, and then said, "Oh. Right… OK, come on in, Erica."

Just like that, the young man turned around, walking back into the apartment. Once more, I glanced behind me. With no other choice, I simply followed, passing through the open doorway. The first room was pretty dim, as no lights were on.

"Did I come at a bad time?" I called out, momentarily losing sight of the college student.

He did not exactly address my concern, but replied, "Be careful where you step. It's kind of a mess in here."

Even as I moved forward, I could feel cardboard like cartons crunching under my feet. I kicked a bottle, hearing the delicate clink of glass. I wondered what kind of sticky foods or fluids were covering the floor.

"Maybe I should take off my shoes and socks," I half laughed.

His voice carried back to me from deeper in the dorm room. "What was that?"

"Nothing!" I quickly called back. I can't believe I made the suggestion, or even had the thought. "You know, this would be a lot easier if we had some light!"

In the middle of the room, I stopped, just as a flickering brightness was lit from above. There were still shadows, but at least I could see my surroundings better. Indeed, pizza boxes, beer cans, magazines, newspapers and other discarded items littered a mostly beige carpet. And I could start to make out some furniture. A couple of couches faced each other, with a messy coffee table in between. At the other end of the room there was a window, the shades drawn closed, of course.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere it seemed, the young man was behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder, and I nearly jumped! Turning around, I saw that there was a kitchen area off to the side of the living room space. I was beginning to get a better idea of the apartment's layout, and figured the bedrooms were toward the back by the window. The older student was still in his boxers and T-shirt, which made me flustered for some reason.

"Sorry about the state of our dorm," he was telling me. "I just rolled out of bed. My name is Grant."

My face blushed, and I held out my hand to shake his. "Hi! I'm, uh…"

"Erica," he reminded me, since I already introduced myself.

Embarrassed, I giggled, "Yeah…"

"Let's go over and have a seat," Grant then suggested.

Without waiting, he walked right past me toward the twin couches. Slowly inching my way closer, I saw they had green leather upholstery. The twenty-something-year-old guy made himself comfortable, crossing a leg so that his ankle rested on his other knee. I made a point to sit on the couch opposite of him. However, from this view, I had to keep from looking up his boxers. I had my own legs close together, as they were very bare beneath the denim skirt, and I clasped my hands over my knees.

His arm stretched over the back of his couch, Grant continued to watch me, and then said, "So, you are interested in the radio station."

"Yeah," I mumbled, feeling incredibly nervous.

He then asked how old I was, and what year of college I was in. I told him I had really just started, and wasn't very experienced. A professor of mine had encouraged me to get involved with a campus radio program. After a few more questions, the door at the back of the apartment opened up. I watched as another young man, this one better dressed, came out and started to walk toward the window. He opened the blinds, allowing a stream of sunlight to flood the room.

Grant shielded his eyes with an arm, and then said, "Hey, Chuck! Come over here… I want you to meet Erica."

Chuck walked between the couches. He was wearing black slacks, and had on a blue buttoned-down shirt that was not tucked in. We made introductions, with me leaning forward to shake his hand as he reached down. The young man then turned to chide his roommate.

"Couldn't you have at least put on some clothes?" he shook his head.

Grant shrugged his shoulders, and then scratched his facial hair. "I'm sure Erica doesn't mind, do you?"

"Um, no," I answered shyly, while reflexively popping my heel out of my sneaker.

Chuck had a seat across from me, and next to Grant, picking up the discussion. "I'm the station manager. And this bum over here is the program director."

I smiled, as it seemed they were taking me serious after all, and I felt the ice was broken. Relaxing, I kicked off both my sneakers so I could pull my feet onto the couch. Curiously, I looked around the room.

"So do you guys have equipment somewhere around here and run the station out of this apartment" I asked.

"Actually, no," Chuck pointed out with pride. "There is a building on campus that used to be a barber shop. We've been allowed to set up the station over there. It now has an office, a production and mixing room, separate kitchen and bath, all in addition to the studio. It's pretty sweet."

I was impressed, and gasped a little breathlessly, "Wow! That sounds fantastic."

"Yeah, the college has been pretty supportive of us," Grant explained. "We even got a fifty thousand dollar grant toward the broadcasting license and getting everything set up."

The two guys then went on to inform me that there was an opening on one of the morning programs. They needed someone to read the weather reports. It seems the other girl found it was a little too early.

"You want me to be a weather girl?" I didn't know if I sounded disappointed, surprised, or just unsure.

Grant waved his hand. "It's easy. You will be given all the information. You just need to have a pleasant personality. It's more about being part of the show, than just reading the weather."

I sat curled up on the couch, considering the possibilities. My hand reached up and teased the ends of my shoulder-length hair. Part of me was intimidated, since I really didn't believe I was cut out for this sort of thing.

"What do you think?" Chuck asked his radio partner.

After a moment of silence, Grant replied, "She's cute as hell."

My eyes went wide hearing the comment! Blushing furiously, my heart froze, and then started beating faster. They were talking about me as if I wasn't even here. The two consulted some more, before Chuck stood up again. Grant, in his boxer shorts, remained seated.

"All right, Erica," the station manager said. "We will let you give it a try, if you're interested."

I hopped to my feet, having made up my mind. "I'll do it!"

The boys smiled at me and nodded. Chuck told me that I should meet them at the station this afternoon, and he gave me the specific location. They would get me familiar with the studio and radio equipment. Then, tomorrow morning, I would go on the air for the first time. This was all happening so fast! I had showed them my schedule of classes, and the hours worked out perfectly.

As I started to leave, I looked down and saw I was standing in my pink socks.

"Whoops!" I giggled, turning around so I could bend down and put on my sneakers again.

The boys watched as I fumbled with the laces. Suddenly, I was feeling self-conscious all over again. I don't know why I progressed through these stages of emotions. Now, on top of everything else, I found myself becoming… horny. I bit my lip, frustrated, and stumbled backward on my out of the room. A final, clumsy wave goodbye, and then I was through the door.

As I walked quickly back down the hallway, I tried to tell myself I did not have a crush on Grant. We had only just met! Maybe it was because I still haven't had sex with a guy, or maybe because I had seen him in his underwear. Maybe the fact that he said I was cute made me feel all warm and tingly inside. I liked his scruffy facial hair, and wondered what it would feel like against my completely shaved…

"Oh!" I gasped, nearly walking right into another student who was older than me. "Sorry… Excuse me!"

I was blushing, and I hurried my pace, head down and searching for the stairs. Once I left the residence hall, I had to make my way across campus for my next class. I wondered why it would matter what I looked like for a radio program. Still, I was very excited, and tried to calm down before the meeting later in the day.

The lectures seemed to drag on. I couldn't concentrate at all. I was going to have to get a good night's sleep, so I could be up early for the radio station. The radio, that's all I could think about. Me, of all people, I would be announcing the weather in the morning. My voice carrying over the student airwaves. I shuddered a little at the potential to humiliate myself.

Finally, clutching the strap of my bag with both hands, I departed from my last class. Across the parking lot, and then down a path, my feet followed the road toward the entrance to the college campus. I wondered why there used to be a barber's shop here. I guess it was before the school was fully built. The place was a lot closer to the edge of town, further away from the other grounds. It was a bit of a distance, but I enjoyed the walk.

My eyes located the renovated radio station, and I crossed the street to approach a raised ranch-style house. There was a concrete ramp up front, almost like for wheelchair accessibility, or maybe for loading heavy equipment. There were also conventional stairs that led to the front door. I knocked, and then let myself in.

There was a kitchen and private bathroom, just like the boys described. The hallway was narrow, with framed pictures of various station events and promotions hanging on the walls. I peeked my head into a room, and found Grant, Chuck, and two other people seated around a table.

"Hey, Erica!" the young program director called out to me. "Come on in!"

I shyly entered through the open doorway.

Chuck turned around, and then made some quick introductions. "This is Billy, our morning DJ. And Christina is our financial director. Erica is going to be trying the weather spot tomorrow."

They acknowledged me politely, but then this girl Christina immediately resumed the discussion they were having. She had curly red hair and glasses. She kind of reminded me of Carrie, except this young lady was all business.

"We need to increase our base of listeners," she was saying.

Grant, now dressed more decently in an unbuttoned plaid flannel over his T-shirt, shrugged his shoulders. "The board already put up the money. We're doing a good job."

Christina slapped her hand on the table, which almost made me jump. "No! The station is going to lose that funding, if we don't show an improvement in numbers. Don't think they won't pull that grant, Grant!"

Billy, the DJ, chuckled. Apparently it must have been an ongoing joke as the other two guys smirked. I sort of felt like an outsider, since I didn't really know any of these students or anything about their working relationships. Finally, Chuck started to push back his chair, an effort to conclude the meeting.

"All right, we will brainstorm ideas," the station manager said. "I'm sure we can think of a hook to pull in more listeners for the morning show."

"You better," Christina replied, none too kindly, and stood up taking her pad and pen.

The young lady moved around the table, nearly about to push herself through the door. She paused, and looked me up and down. She asked if I was the new weather girl. I nodded, that I was.

"Good luck," Christina said abruptly, and brushed passed me.

When she was out of earshot, presumably having left the station, the three guys burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked, even daring to grin weakly along with them.

"Don't mind Christina," said Billy, a large and jovial looking young man. "She's always uptight about these things. The radio station is supposed to be fun, a good time. That chick runs things like this is a corporation!"

After a few more laughs, Chuck then rubbed his chin. "Yeah, but then, that's why they put her in charge of the money. Anyway, we really should start showing Erica the ropes."

And just like that, the boys surrounded me and ushered me into the programming room. I felt giddy, being the sole focus of three young men. They continued the tour, showing me where the engineer worked and some of the equipment. I even was able to try on a pair of headphones, which were comfortable on my little ears.

"This is the computer that will load up the weather reports," Grant pointed to a flat screen monitor on the console. "You just have to read he information, and then we will gab for a bit. Talk about how college is going, stuff like that."

Billy folded his arms and nodded. "We want to keep it informal, and friendly. You're just another girl who could be in a class with our listeners. Like Christina said, we want to encourage more students to tune in."

"OK, sounds easy!" I told them.

Then, as we were preparing to leave, I suddenly remembered the schedule. I explained to the boys that I was still not driving, and I usually got a ride to school from my friends. But the radio program started too early, for Carrie or Alicia to pick me up at my house.

"Don't worry," Grant said. "I'll swing by your place and bring you here, Erica, if you want."

I giggled, and then wrote down my address for him. I also gave the young man my phone number. You know, just in case.

The next morning, I was up bright and early. In fact, it was still dark outside. I showered and shaved what little stubble I had until my pussy was completely bald. Then I pulled on some sexy yellow panties and found a matching yellow sundress. I did not bother to put on a bra, since my breasts were small, it didn't matter. My feet slipped on a pair of sandals, which completed my outfit.

After checking myself out in the mirror, I headed for the kitchen where I grabbed some fruit and a bottle of water. I was supper excited! In a few minutes, I heard two short beeps coming from outside my house. Quickly, I grabbed my bag because I still had classes after the morning radio show, and headed out the front door.

"Hi, Grant!" I said breathlessly as I ran up to his car.

The young man unlocked the door so I could get in, then remarked, "Hey… you look sweet, Erica."

"Thanks," I answered, blushing all over. "I wanted to look nice for my first day."

Grant started down the road, driving toward our college. "Too bad no one will see you. In our audience, I mean."

"Yeah," I said shyly, and then was too flustered to say anything else for the remainder of the trip.

It was kind of like a blur, being escorted to the radio station, and set up with my headphones. I was totally nervous. The day was going to be beautiful and sunny, which is why I picked out such a breezy ensemble, to help remind me of the forecast. I kept telling myself not to mess up, and somehow I made it through the weather report after being introduced on air.

When the first morning show was over, the boys assured me that I did a good job. In fact, they were so pleased, that they offered to take me out to a local diner after classes. Later in the evening I had my first date with three young men at the same time. Well, I guess it wasn’t a real date, but they treated me to everything. A girl could get used to this!

Alicia and Carrie had also listened in the morning, and told me that I sounded adorable. I figured they were just being good, supportive friends. Honestly, I did not believe there was anything special about my weather reports.

On the following morning, after I gave the forecast, Billy the DJ had me stay on air a little longer and announced to the listening audience that I was the best weather girl the program ever had. I blushed the whole time while he went on to say the feedback from students around campus was great, the station had received numerous positive e-mails. All I could do was mumble a thank you. When I made my next report, I giggled and told them I loved being here. It seemed I was already bonding with the audience.

That night, Chuck, Billy, and Grant took me out to dinner again. This time, we went to a fancy Italian restaurant. And I didn’t have to pay at all! Grant assured me it was all coming out of the expense account for the radio station. I found myself wondering what Christina would think of that.

This routine continued as I made my third appearance on Thursday morning. Although, I’m not sure appearance is the right word, since this was radio after all. And once again, the DJ, station manager, and program director continued to wine and dine me, taking me out to dinner. Now I started to feel very special, and was growing more comfortable with these gentlemen.

At the end of our meal, Chuck ran a finger along the rim of his beverage glass and looked at me.

"Erica, you have done fantastic this week," the young man said. "It’s hard to believe you never had any radio experience before."

Grant nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, our stats show you are very popular with the male student demographic."

Chuck continued the conversation, "But as you know, we are under a lot of pressure to increase our numbers of listeners. To that end, Billy came up with a little promotional idea."

I looked over and smiled at the DJ sitting across from me. He was always good-natured, very easygoing. I knew whatever idea he had, it would be fun.

"Well, you see," Billy started slowly, "we were thinking about making the announcement… that starting next week, on Monday… you will give the weather reports… in the nude."

My eyes blinked once, and my mouth hung open for a moment. I was shocked. I wasn’t even sure I heard correctly. Then I sat up straight at the table.

"What?" I gasped, when I found my voice again.

Chuck immediately reached out his hand, perhaps to defensively ward off any protestations. "Wait, Erica! I know that sounds crazy, but listen… it is just a promotion. It’s a radio gimmick. It will just be for pretend. You are not really going to get undressed."

"Oh," I said in a small voice, somewhat relieved, but also feeling a strange tinge of disappointment.

We sat around in silence for a moment, and then Grant said, "I had suggested you get naked for real. But these guys insisted it would only be make-believe to fool the audience."

I glanced over at the scruffy-haired program director, and he grinned at me. My features flushed, and I hooked a lock of hair behind my ear, which was burning bright red. I squirmed a little in my seat.

"So even though you are not going to take off your clothes,” Chuck continued and seemed to emphasize the last point, “we still wanted to make sure you are all right with the idea."

I thought about it for it for a minute. As wild a proposal as it sounded at first, the whole thing seemed innocent enough. A bit of an audience tease, perhaps, but if that’s what it took to get more listeners to tune it, then I guess it was OK. And they needed me to help.

"Sure," I said shyly. "It will be fun…"

I stood up from the table, excusing myself to use the ladies room before we left. As I rose before them, the boys remained seated, watching my slim figure. Dressed in jeans and a snug white sweater, the motion of standing up had caused the hem of my top to lift, revealing a ribbon of smooth bare skin and my bellybutton.

Sliding out of my seat, I hurried to the restrooms before I said or did anything to embarrass myself. I freshened up, and then stepped out again to find the boys had taken care of the check. They were perfect gentlemen as I was driven home. Our conversation was very friendly, and nothing sexual, even though the subject of my nudity would be discussed on the morning’s radio show.

For some reason, I felt very nervous giving my first report on Friday, which included the weekend forecast. After I was done, Billy had me remain on air again, as he spoke into the microphone.

"Now have we got a very special treat for our listeners!" he said in a booming, enthusiastic voice. "Our very own Erica the weather girl will be returning on Monday. She has been off to a great start this week. But just when you thought things couldn’t get any hotter… Erica will be here in our studio… completely naked!"

There were hoots and whistles coming from the mixing room, from the station's program director and the engineer, Matt. They were whooping it up, trying to make this sound like the outrageous bombshell that it was. I glanced over at the guys, and Grant motioned with his hand that I should play it up.

"Um, yeah," I said, speaking into the microphone. "I won't have any clothes on at all. It's going to be kind of embarrassing."

That last part, I didn't mean to add, but Billy gave me a thumb's up of approval.

"You see," the DJ was explaining to our campus listeners, "Erica here is no model. Oh she's cute all right, very cute. But she is just an ordinary girl, and very shy. What are you, nineteen, twenty-years-old?"

"Yeah," I replied, and found my heart was already beating faster.

But in the spirit of this being a station promotional stunt, Billy did not dwell on the subject. He had to move on to other spots and the music play-list. Throughout the morning, only when I gave my follow-up reports, then the boys teased me on air. They made quips and reminded me how I would be fully bare on Monday. I thought about all those students on campus who were listening, and enjoying the prospects of my humiliation. By the time I had to leave for class, I was almost convinced this was really going to happen!

I should mention that my position with the radio station was completely anonymous to the rest of the college, except for my friends, of course. I was simply Erica the Weather Girl. Nobody knew who I was or what I looked like. And since I was a virtual nobody on campus, I don't think anyone suspected I was this new radio personality. It made the notion of what we were claiming, somehow more thrilling.

Carrie and Alicia naturally heard the morning's announcement. It wasn't long before my friends cornered me in the Student Center. We were seated around a table, taking a break between classes.

"Didn't take much for the boys to talk you out of your clothes," the strawberry-blonde giggled affectionately.

Alicia was more skeptical. "Are you really going to go through with this, Erica?"

Finally, I broke down and told them the secret. I mean, I couldn't lie to my best friends. So I explained that it was just a joke, that I would not really be getting undressed. Also, I pleaded with them not to tell anyone else, which would ruin the whole thing. Finally, I asked them again not to make so much fuss, and give away my identity as the Weather Girl.

"Sure," Carrie smiled, with her hand on my leg. "But if people knew it was you who was going to be nude on the radio, I bet you would get twice as many listeners to tune in!"

Alicia pointed out on my behalf, "She's not going to be nude."

Carrie shrugged her shoulders. "Still, I bet she's turned on!"

"Yeah," I mumbled, feeling overheated.

And just like that, the buxom young woman winked, and stood up to turn around. Alicia went with her, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The rest of the day seemed to drag on forever, and the weekend felt even longer.

Well, Monday morning arrived and Grant picked me up again at my house. This time, I went with wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I was nervous, and after a brief hello, said nothing for the remainder of the ride. There were a thousand questions I wanted to talk to him about, but I couldn't seem to strike up a conversation. I'm such a dork.

We got to the radio station, and the young man opened the car door for me. He was grinning, which made me blush. After a week of giving my weather reports, this should have been routine. Except for the promotional stunt we were planning today, which should have been no bid deal.

"Hi, Erica!" the station's engineer, Matt, greeted me.

Pretty soon I was whisked away among the chattering boys and brought to the studio. Billy was already here doing his show prep, while Grant disappeared into the mixing room with Matt. Of course, there was a large glass window in the room, and they had a full view of us. I saw Chuck at the consol board and waved to him.

I adjusted the headphones over my ears as Billy started the morning program. He gave me a wink and a secret gesture, reminding me of the gimmick we were going to pull on the listening audience. Fifteen minutes into the show, after some music, it was time for my first weather spot.

"And now for this morning's forecast, and outlook for the rest of the day," the bombastic DJ said into the microphone, "here is our very own Erica!"

"Hey, Billy…" I replied, trying to play it cool.

"Erica, um… wow! You look amazing," he told me, and told the audience.

The comment took me by surprise a little, I giggled, and then mumbled, "Mmmm… thanks?"

"Folks, in case you had forgotten, or if you were not tuned in last Friday…" Billy continued his incredible way of connecting with the listeners, making it feel as if they were in the same room. "Eric is wearing her headphones…"

"Yes, that's true," I interjected.

"And nothing else!" Billy said after a dramatic pause.

I immediately blushed, closing my eyes and picturing the mental image. It sent a thrill through my entire body, I may have even trembled a little. Looking down for a moment, I noted the hem of my T-shirt and the fabric of my jeans. My feet were crossed at the ankles under the chair. I moved my mouth close to the microphone in front of me.

"Oh, uh, that's right," I told the college campus over the radio. "I have no clothes on!"

Billy, trying to develop interest in the conversation, asked, "So how does it feel, Erica?"

I wiggled around in my seat, grasping for some sort of reasonable answer. "Well, I, that is… the cushions on your chairs are really soft on my bare bottom!"

The young man chuckled. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to mention any of my parts on the air, or how to make it sound like I was naked when I wasn't. He offered a few comments, mostly using his imagination, which had my ears burning red. Then I was told to proceed with my weather report, and I stumbled through it. I was afraid I wasn't doing a very good job.

Back in the engineer's room, the three guys were wearing serious expressions. Billy turned around to look at them for feedback. Grant was standing behind Chuck and Matt, and he shook his head, and then lifted his hands palms up as if to say there was no reaction. The DJ thanked me for my report before hitting the next song on the play list.

Billy cut the microphone and said, "I don't know, Erica. I'm just not feeling it."

Matt buzzed in on the intercom saying, "Guys, that was kind of lame. Maybe this wasn't a good idea."

I felt really bad, like this was somehow my fault! Was I just not convincing enough? I remembered that the whole reason for this stunt was to try to create some buzz and attract more listeners. Chuck must have been able to track that from the control room, and his face looked gloomy.

"You know what we have to do, right?" Grant suddenly spoke through the intercom to us in the studio.

I looked up with eyes wide. Billy had been facing them and nodded his head. He turned back around toward me.

"Erica, if we are going to make this work… I'm afraid you are going to have to get undressed for real," he said in a very serious voice.

"What you mean?" I asked, intertwining my fingers anxiously.

Grant buzzed in again from the programming room. "It means you have to take off all your clothes."

Peering through the window, I saw Chuck shaking his head. He was trying to keep this decent. Matt, on the other hand, broke into a big smile. He definitely wanted to see me naked. But the guy I cared about, Grant, simply scratched his facial hair in thought. Then he nodded his head and gave me a thumb's up.

"I don't know… can I think it over first?" I asked Billy.

"Of course!" the DJ answered right away. "But we need to be ready, one way or the other, before your next weather report."

I knew he wanted me to do it. They all did. The radio station was depending on it. What else could I do? But I would be alone in the building with four young men.

"Excuse me," I said shyly, "I need to use the bathroom…"

My hands reached for the headphones over my ears. I carefully removed these and placed them on the table at which we sat. Then I stood up. I lingered for a moment, indecisive, allowing them to see the way my tight jeans hugged my slender legs, and the T-shirt clung to my body. Turning around, I hurried out of the studio and down the hallway.

Once I found the private bathroom, I closed the door. My heart was beating fast. I looked at myself in the mirror, touching up my hair. I had to do this. The boys were making me do this. That thought alone made it all the more delicious for me.

I clutched the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it up my body, all the way up to my chin. One hand reached behind my head so I could grab the back of the collar and tug it off completely. The shirt was dropped to the counter near the sink. I was still wearing a white bra. But I took this off as well.

"Small breasts," I said to my reflection. I could almost hear Lisa's voice in my head making fun of me. "Such small breasts for a twenty-year-old girl."

But crazy long nipples when they were fully erect! I hoped that didn't happen when I was in front of the boys. They were now going to see every inch of me. I lowered my fingers shaking excitedly, nervously, and unbuttoned the front of my jeans.

While I shuffled the denim material down my legs with a wiggle of my hips, I simultaneously stepped out of my sneakers. By the time my jeans were low enough, my shoes were off, and I was able to lift my legs out one at a time. I lowered the lid of the toilet seat, placing my folded up jeans on top. Then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down to my feet. I kicked them off, but left them lying on the floor.

"Oh!" I shivered, feeling very exposed, rubbing by bare arms.

The ends of my hair brushed my shoulders. I did not look down, because I did not want to see my pussy. However, I knew it was out there. Shaved, smooth, pink against the rest of my fair skin. I lifted one lower leg behind me, and reached back to pinch my white ankle sock. This was tugged off, followed by the other. Barefoot, now. I was barefoot and totally nude.

Without any more hesitation, I spun around on my heel and faced the door. I turned the knob and pushed out.

Stark naked, I walked out into the hallway.

My skin tingled, and my heart was racing. My senses even more alert, I could hear Billy talking in the studio. Trying to be confident at first, I walked with my arms at my sides. With each step, however, I grew more and more embarrassed. First my hands shifted to move over neatly, shyly covering my pussy. And then I lifted one arm slowly, holding it across my little tits.

Around the corner I tiptoed, until I stepped bare assed into the studio. Not only Billy was there, but Chuck and Grant as well. Matt had to stay in the engineer's room, I presumed, but he could see me from behind the viewing window. All their eyes were on me.

I moved closer to the desk and asked, "Is this… is this all right?"

The college guys stared at me for a full minute. I was blushing, keeping my parts covered as best I could, and wondered how I had gotten myself into this situation again. The DJ, the big talker, was of course the first one to find his words.

"Oh, yes," Billy said, nodding his head in approval. "That is all right. Very all right…"

Chuck, the station manager, shook his head. "Erica, you didn't have to…"

But Grant cut him off saying, "I think she looks awesome!"

His enthusiasm made me feel good and I giggled. Lifting one foot slightly to my toes, I bent one knee forward. There was music playing in the background, which I had not been paying attention to. Suddenly, the song came to an end, the room seemed to fall still and silent. My clit secretly popped out of its hood.

Billy had his headset on and pushed a button. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a red sign flashing that indicated we were on live air. The DJ made a few comments about the music that just played, the title and the artist. Then he announced it was time for the next weather report.

"Erica?" he asked, piercing me with his eyes.

"Oh! What?" I gasped. "Um, yes, well…"

Still in the room, Chuck and Grant frantically motioned to me that I needed to put my headphones back on! Completely flustered, I dropped my arms as I scanned the table for the equipment. Billy cleared his throat. Finally, I picked up the headphones and put them over my little ears, moving some hair out of the way. For the moment, I was still standing, my full frontal nudity on display for the boys.

My hand grasped the back of the chair, which made me realize what I was doing. Quickly, I slid down onto the seat. I crossed my legs, although my top was very visible above the table. My bare tits were sticking out as I touched my hands to the headphones.

"Um, hi, Billy!" I said into the microphone.

"You seem a little… distracted," he answered, teasing me. "Why don't you tell our listeners what is going on today."

I licked my lips. Maybe he was talking about what was going on with the weather. I think he wanted me to talk about my now actual nudity.

"As we discussed, Billy," my voice trembled, letting the humiliation fill my tummy with butterflies, "I'm sitting here in studio, completely naked."

"Completely?" the DJ urged me on, with his eyes, as much as his baritone voice.

"Yeah," I laughed nervously. "No shoes or socks on, no underwear. I'm just not wearing anything!"

Billy kept the dialogue going, now bringing the audience into it. "Guys, you ought to be checking this out! Erica is one cutie. She's a petite brunette with shoulder-length brown hair, and a very slim body. I don't think there's an ounce of fat on her. What would you say, you're about an A cup?"

"Oh God, don't tell them that!" I gasped, and then brought my hands to my mouth.

I was horrified that he was describing me on the air! But when I moved my hands away, I had a big open-mouthed grin. This was turning me on, and I think the boys knew. My legs were still crossed beneath the table, and I bobbed one foot up and down, wiggling my toes.

Grant buzzed in from the programming room. "Hey, Billy, how about you tell us how she's groomed! Is Erica shaved or unshaved?"

"Well to be honest, folks, I haven't really had that close of a look," the DJ answered wryly. "Maybe we can get her to stand up…"

"Oh gosh, this is soooo embarrassing," I squealed.

The guys in the control room only encouraged me further. "Yeah, come on, Erica don't be so shy! Everyone listening would love for you to stand up!"

"Fine!" I giggled, even though I was blushing. "You boys are too much."

Instead of putting down the headphones, I let out a sigh, which probably carried across the campus airwaves. I pushed back the chair from the table, and was able to rise so they could see me. There was a black wire that ran from one side of my headset to the other equipment and instruments on the table. My fingers pulled the wire away from my body, so that I was in clear view. I kept my legs together, but there was no doubt about how I was groomed, as their eyes roamed lower past my belly button.

"See, not a wisp of hair," I said, since the guys were momentarily speechless.

My hand lowered, and I pointed a finger at my bare vulva. I loved petting my pussy. Now I had to be careful not to get carried away.

Then Billy made a display of going through some papers on the desk. "I think we are supposed to be telling our listeners about the weather… or something."

"Yeah," I replied a little breathlessly.

I slowly sat back down in the chair again. But this time, I did not cross my legs. Fully naked, I turned to look at the computer monitor as the weekly forecast was pulled up. I scooted forward to the edge of my seat, attempting to stick out my small breasts even more.

"Hmmm, it says that we will have some rain showers by the end of the week." I told the audience. "It's going to be… very wet…"

My arm slipped down, and self-consciously I touched my pussy.

"That's very good, Erica," the DJ was saying.

He made a few more remarks before concluding this spot. And then he moved on to playing the next song. I quickly reached my hands up and removed the headphones. Shaking my hair out, it occurred to me that I truly had nothing on now. I rolled back in the chair, but remained seated.

Matt buzzed in from the control room. "Keep it up, guys! That was great!"

Billy himself pushed his chair back and to the side of the table. He could see one of my bare legs, all the way down to my toes. There was music playing in the background, but I didn't pay attention. I wanted to hear the DJ's voice.

"All right now, I think we are on a roll!" he said with enthusiasm.

That pleased me, causing my whole body to blush. I stretched my leg out, and then brought it back in, toes curling. Leaning forward, I looked to my sides and rubbed my bare shoulders.

"Erica, If you want to get covered up before the next weather report…" the young man offered.

"Um… I think I'll stay like this," I said and lowered my eyes.

It was very embarrassing for me. But now I was too horny to stop. I shouldn't have taken off my clothes. The reaction to being nude in this building so far from my home, and talking to thousands of people over the radio, it was so thrilling! My legs spread further apart, as I placed a hand on my stomach.

Matt and Grant walked out of the programming room while we were still on a music break. The engineer casually came around to look at me from the side. But the other scruffy-haired young man stepped behind my chair, using his hands to tip it back a little. They were talking to Billy, but I just sat there letting them see me. At one point, the DJ stood up behind his desk. Now all three were looking down at my nude body.

"Good idea," Billy said to Grant, although I had not heard his suggestion.

Before I could ask, the other two guys were retreating back behind the viewing window as we were about to go live on the air again. My spot was not for another ten minutes. Billy had to read down some college-related news items and give a sports report. I was thankful they did not yet hire another person just to cover the athletics stories. If one more student walked into the studio, I didn't think I could stand it. As it was, I already found myself fidgeting. I wanted to touch my clit, but was afraid to do that in front of the guys.

It took forever until after the next music break, when Billy announced the time for the local weather.

"And here to bring us up to date with the latest forecast, is our little Erica!" he said to the listening audience.

"Mmmm, hi, Billy!" My headphones were back on, and my nipples were very erect.