Sure got in with the wrong bunch of boys.
Back when I was 15 years old I was wanting so bad to be 'popular' with the opposite sex and I sure ended up running with the wrong bunch. These boys showed me lots of attention but it ended up being the wrong kind of attention and they's use foul language in front of me all the time. I just told myself that this was how all boys were which is all to much the case. It was a constant barrage of 'fuck, cock, dick, pussy, jerk off, cum, etc.' coming out of there mouths.
I ended up going with four of them to one of there houses one day after school. The boys were all over me telling me how 'hot' I was and what I did to them, etc. At the house we all ended up in the boy's bedroom. Things progressed and they were all rubbing there erect cocks in there pants and making sure I could see it and telling me 'look what you do to me' and 'you make me so horny' etc. Next thing I knew one of them dropped his pants and came over to me wagging his cock at me saying 'look what you did to me'. Soon the rest did the same. I felt kind of flattered being that I could get all these boys so excited and aroused. They then all laid down cross ways on the bed with there feet on the floor telling me 'come on Jill. Make us shoot out cum. Jerk us off'. I went over and two of them took my hands and placed it around there cocks and showed me what they wanted me to do. The strokimg thing. I went at it on them and they didn't take long. These young teen aged boys could really shoot and when they came off cum shot everywhere. Both boys were covered with both there own and the other boy's cum. I then did the same to the next two boys.
Afterwards I went home thinking about what I had just done and seen. I started crying. My mother saw this and asked what was wrong. I told her what I had done. She at first was angry but finally gave me a good woman to woman talk about boys, sex and above all love. It took lots of very cold shoulder from me to get away from these jerks and the next school year my parents sent me to another school away from them. Several years later I did meet a boy that was nice to me and treated me with respect and the love thing mom had told me about came into play. With this, the first time he and I got intimate with each other my giving him a hand job was then a wonderful thing to me. At least I certainly knew how to perform this on him and was also aware of what would happen when he got off so I had a hand full of tissue standing by. Funny thing was he never asked me about why I knew about the need for the tissue and I certainly never told him.