That's actually pretty mild. Had a crush on a girl in high school. Took over the school's email system, and did pranks for her that got me expelled, which kinda ruined any chance I had with her.
10 years later, she comes to a party at my house, and we reconnect. Anyway, she was molested as a little kid, at an army base daycare, with a bunch of other little kids, stuff so sick she got millions of dollars as settlement, it was national news. So anyway, that shit effects you, and she ended up with a full blown rape fetish.
At the second party she came to she read me a story she wrote about getting raped at knife point. I kinda took it as a hint. Also, my roommate was moving out, and she wanted to move out of her mom's, so she asked if she could move in with me. I thought this would be amazing.
She stayed after that second party. She changed out of sweatpants, into the shortest skirt I'd ever seen. We went for a walk down the alleys in my neighborhood. I kinda wanted to show that I was still capable of breaking rules. We broke into the construction site of a church that was being built. Took a bucket of paint, and painted big white dicks all over. Kept walking down the alley, painting dicks on all the garages. I was so turned on. I wanted to try something while we were out, it would have been hot to fuck her in a church, but I just couldn't decide how fast to start things. We got back to my place, and sit on my couch. I cant take it anymore, I lean over, stick my hand in her shirt, grab her breast, and then I was like a dog catching a car. I push her down, and lean in for a kiss, but she dodges it, and I end up kissing her on the forehead. Then I was done. I knew what she wanted, but I couldn't make myself do it. I picked up plenty of indirect signals, but no explicit consent. I apologized, went to bed, and she slept on the couch. She was gone in the morning. I wrote her a stupid note about how long I had wanted to be with her. She never talked to me again.