Twenty Tones of Red by Pauline Montford Read Free Book Online Page A

excitement with great enthusiasm, or at least seemed to. The world of girl chat was never that simple. The ones without boyfriends listened keenly but it was clear that many of the others were jealous and she was careful not to make her accounts sound too good.
    At the time t hey talked about little else. Boys, sex and sexuality were the main topics of daily discussion followed closely by diets, clothes, shopping and celebrity gossip. The sexual tone topic of the moment was fellatio, or ‘blow jobs’ as they were more commonly known. They had very limited experience between them but it was clear that every girl would have liked to have been an expert. Some of the more adventurous ones sought out the appropriate pornography on the Internet but the preferred method of learning seemed to be listening carefully to the girls who proclaimed themselves highly experienced.
    The mood of the time was summed up in their m ost popular joke. The story concerned a younger girl with a new boyfriend who was keen to please him orally. She sought out the most experienced girl in the upper sixth form and eagerly asked her advice. The girl proudly proclaimed that the art of oral pleasure was very simple. Once you had taken a boy in your mouth you simply remembered the island. Remembering the island was the key point. Once you had remembered ‘Honolulu’ you simply repeated the word as often as you could and the movement of your mouth and the action of your tongue produced exactly the right sensations.
    The younger girl was thrilled with her instructions and on her very nex t date tried out the technique. When she returned to school on the Monday morning she was sad and downcast. The elder girl sought her out and quizzed her as to why she was so unhappy and it turned out that the date had been a disaster. After taking her new boyfriend in her mouth the younger girl had remembered the island and mumbled ‘Madagascar’. The rapid gnashing of her teeth had created some very unpleasant sensations and resulted in her being dumped.
    The joke was probably popular not only because it was funny but also because it contained some genuine wisdom. When shouting goodbye to each other they would frequently shout the words ‘Honolulu’ or ‘Madagascar’ and this provoked peals of laughter.
    There was soon a true story that brought equal hilarity to the school. A pretty and studious girl called Alison Woodcock, whose surname also added a depth of humour to the situation, had an embarrassing incident with her boyfriend that she was foolish enough to share with her friends. She’d decided to orally pleasure her long term boyfriend for the first time and had knelt in front of him and applied the Honolulu technique. She could see that very quickly he was about to cum but she was uncertain what to do with his semen. She decided she didn’t want it in her mouth or on her face so turned her head sharply at the moment of climax. The result was that his ejaculation found its way into her ear.
    She had meant to only share the story with her friends but soon everyone in the year above and below was tapping and their ears and going through the motions of cleaning them with their finger whenever she passed. Even worse one of the most common expressions they used in the school in place of ‘excuse me’ or ‘I didn’t hear that’ was ‘come again’. This meant that whenever she was in class and somebody spoke quietly some joker would catch her eye then poke their finger into their ear and shout ‘sorry I didn’t quite catch that. Could you come again please?’
    It provided some of the most consistent hilarity of that year and later whenever she met her old school friends the Honolulu and ‘come again’ stories would inevitably re-emerge.
     
    Her relationship with Simon went well and she found him wise and kind and sexy. So much so that just a few days after her sixteenth birthday she lost her virginity to him. It went well and she was glad she did it