Well Hello, Nerd…

“You damn thing, you’re walking around here, shaking your cellulite-covered butt…” he growled, and I was just about to tell him to let go — and that he had no right to grope me for that same, cellulite-covered butt, and so roughly like he was — when, breathing out sharply, he suddenly pressed his lips to mine, immediately forcing his tongue inside while holding me by the back of my head, as if he owned me, so I couldn’t break free. That was my first kiss. Nobody had ever touched my lips before. Not in any innocent, dry gesture. And certainly no one had done such crude things to me. Not like this kiss — so harsh, so filthy, so insistent.