My first boyfriend was kind, and being with him made me feel at ease. I think I truly liked him. But suddenly, an upperclassman kissed me, and I experienced a sensation I'd never felt before. Is this what it means to have your heart race? Unlike my boyfriend, my senior was cool and assertive—the way he touched me made my body burn with heat. Even though I kept saying "No" with my words, my heart had already started moving on its own. Being acknowledged by the upperclassman I'd always admired made me incredibly happy, and I began to desire becoming a more sensual girl. As those feelings grew stronger, I eventually realized I had become nothing more than a sex object for him.