A Kiss Is Not Just A Kiss

MVWD happened when I was in 9th grade. I was young and had never had much experience with boyfriends. I became interested in a guy from my school, and since he was in 10th grade, it seemed exciting.
We agreed to meet up in a forest near our houses, since I was extremely shy about being around a lot of people. It was alright in the beginning, but I soon realized how desperate and clingy he was. He begged me to kiss him, so I did, reluctantly. It was probably the worst kiss I had ever had. He kept his mouth open and did not apply pressure at all. I pulled away and said I needed to get home, which wasn’t a complete lie: I had to use the bathroom badly.
He clutched onto me and said he needed to kiss me again to “know that it was real, that it was actually happening.” He forced a kiss on me, and I broke away, sprinting for home.
He contacted me after that, wanting to see me but I was unsure about seeing him again. Eventually he got over me.


