Learning how to wank

I learned to wank from a group of boys in my early teens. I was the only girl. It was like this.
I was terrified of girls. I mean normal, pretty girls. They said mean things about me and I could lip-read better than they realised. Boys were kinder but I went to an all-girls’ school and did not have much to do with boys.
Down the road from our house, there was a park with a BMX track, a series of tall, steep, muddy mounds with mats on them. I asked Mam for a BMX bike; she said that they were for boys, not girls. A boy in my street got one for his birthday and never rode it so I made a deal with him.
A group of boys used the BMX track every day, even in the rain. Mam would have called them ‘rough boys’. I tried to stay out of their way but that did not last long. They laughed when I fell off and made me try again. They cheered when I managed to fly over a mound and land on my wheels.
None of them had a girlfriend. Of course not! Would you have dated that kind of boy? I didn’t want a boyfriend. I was all over mud and bruises so I hardly counted as a girl anyway. Girls were pretty and dainty and out of reach.
So there was no romance or kissing. Between rides, we wanked together. That was as natural as breathing to the boys but completely new to me. They tried to hide at first but I made them show me. I had never seen a boy’s bits; none of them had seen a girl’s except maybe his sister’s. I touched them and let them touch me. Then I touched myself which was nothing special until I found my clitoris by accident. Weird! Watching the boys, I learned to touch it with a rhythm, to build up speed and race to the finish.
I was still terrified of girls. I would look around me and think, ‘Is she looking at me? Oh no! Perhaps she has found out about me.’ Then later on I might think, ‘I bet she does this too, in secret.’ Maybe she did but probably not. Since then I have made friends with a few women and asked them, did you? They have told me no, not when they were girls. Now maybe sometimes but only with a partner or to please a partner.
I grew up and so did the boys. They started having girlfriends. I even had a couple of boyfriends, but that was not a success. Wanking with a group of boys by the ffrwd had been friendly, funny; holding hands with a guy in the street felt degrading. So that is how it still is with me. What I like is cocks and cunts and wanking. What I don’t like is boyfriends, girlfriends and relationships.