Yes. We were 15 in the back seat of a friend's car. My friend and his date were kissing, Lynn forced me to kiss her. She wrote in her diary that I was an awful kisser. She managed to train me over the next few years.
I was 13 and on a hayride. It took me a couple hours to get up the nerve, I was very nervous, but I did it. Then I went home and threw up all night. I don't know if it was the girl I kissed or the hot dog I ate. She did smell kinda weird.
A guy in my class forced himself on me in an art lesson and then I got blamed for wearing a short skirt - it sat on my knee. He then followed me home that night.
