After my first kiss, I was traumatized for a little while. I really did not enjoy someone's lips on mine. Especially not when I did not expect it. But you can never really decide when the next kiss is going to happen. 

A little while after, I spent more and more time talking to some guy called Steph. We met at some party and mainly only saw each other at parties. One time, in July we almost kissed, after pretending to fight. This may sound weird but we were talking and he was saying something mean and I acted as if I was pissed and so we fought a little. After a couple of minutes I saw friends of mine, and we walked towards them. He held me from behind and kissed my neck, while I was talking to them. Sadly, a good friend of mine came, and she was so drunk. I had to take care of her and bring her home. 

In september, Steph and I met again. It was, once again at some party and at some point we went to some bench and sat down. We shared a cigarette and talked about our future, when he started kissing me. I was sitting on his lap, when we suddenly saw some light coming towards us. It was two friends. Since I was pretty embarrassed and quite drunk, I once again ran away. He still holds a grudge against me for running away. And I can really understand him because it was kind of a mean move. 

It was short, but it was my second kiss, and it was way better than my first kiss. I was starting to get hooked on the idea of kissing as many boys as possible.