Sarah ran her fingers through Terry’s hair. This was incredible, she didn’t want this to end. Pulling back slightly she now shyly gazed into Terry’s eyes. “You can keep kissing me,” she whispered. Terry smirked, leaning in as he began kissing Sarah once more.
Terry eagerly began kissing Sarah once more. The boy couldn’t be more excited, he was finally kissing a girl. “Wait,” he thought. “That’s not right. I’ve done this before, haven’t I?” Terry was confused now, his thoughts were jumbled. He could swear he had children, yet a part of him now tried to piece things together. Was he really 12? Was he 41? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
Terry now tried to shake this thoughts from his head. He was experienced, a grown man, married. He had had makeout sessions with plenty of women in his youth. Scrunching up his face he now tried to remember what he usually did in this situation. Reaching a hand under Sarah’s shirt he now gently squeezed her breast, which were contained in a borrowed sports bra.
Sarah gasped in equal parts ecstasy and alarm. Terry was taking things farther, something the adult Sarah had wanted since she had first met him, still, something felt off. Embarrassment, fear, Sarah felt all these emotions swirl inside her. Her parents would be so mad that she let a boy touch her like that.
“Whoa,” Sarah exclaimed. “Where did that come from.” Terry and Sarah paused as she pulled away, blushing fiercely as she shyly averted eye contact. Terry could see the girls discomfort as he now gazed at her. “Sarah are you okay?”
“Terry,” she said slowly. “Something really weird is going on, can you feel it?” Terry was unsure how to answer, shrugging his shoulders as he looked at the young girl. “What are you talking about Sarah,” he asked.
“How old are we?”
“What kind of question is that,” Terry scoffed. “We’re 12. I mean 40. I mean....” Terry trailed off, something was definitely wrong. Embarrassment now washed over the boy as he shifted nervously on the bench. Leaning in he now kissed Sarah once more only to find it felt, odd. “Sarah what’s going on with us,” he asked.
“I don’t know,” Sarah whispered, clutching herself in fright as she gazed at the handsome 12 year old Terry. “Terry,” she said shyly. “It’s so weird, I feel like a kid but I can remember being a grown up. My thoughts..they’re like all jumbled and fuzzy. What’s happening to us?”
“I don’t know Sarah,” Terry said quietly, fear and embarrassment now creeping into his pubescent voice. “But we need to head back. We need to fix this before it gets worse.” Sarah could only nod as Terry now stood. Terry’s palms were sweating as he extended a hand to help Sarah stand. The boys heart was beating rapidly as Sarah now slowly grasped his hand. “Sorry my palms are so sweaty,” he said sheepishly. “I guess I’m just nervous.”
“I’m nervous too,” Sarah smirked. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. I mean I really like you and want to be your girlfriend. I mean,” Sarah sighed deeply as she nervously gazed up at Terry. “Let’s head back and figure out a way to fix this,” she said. Terry could only nod as the two middle school sweethearts now walked nervously hand in hand back towards Jessie’s apartment.