I can remember back when I was in kindergarten. During movie time - (reel-to-reel movie) - we would all sit criss-cross-apple-sauce style on the floor and today I ended up sitting next to Alice. She was a freckled-faced red head girl. I never really paid attention to her during play time, but today she decided to sit next to me. Somehow we were in the last row and the only two sitting behind everyone else. Our teacher's desk was up in front where the movie was being shown so she really couldn't see us with the glare from the projector's light limiting her vision. After about a minute into the movie, Alice grabs my hand and slides it under her dress and into her panties right onto her pussy. I was in total shock and didn't say or do anything other than leave my hand on her bald pussy. She just looked at me and smiled a little and I looked back at her with a blank stare (from fear I guess). After a minute or two...she placed her hand on the outside of her dress but on top of my hand that was in her panties. She began pushing my hand to make it rub her pussy. I felt her slit open up and it made this little "smack" sound as it did. I guess she hit her spot at the base of my middle finger that was rubbing her clit (had no clue what it was at that age of course) because she grinded harder and harder at a nice slow pace. This went on for about 5 minutes, her upper lip developed these little beads of sweat on it and her legs started to quiver ever so slightly. Then she let out a low whimper and a long exhale and her body began to relax. I had no idea at the time what happened, but as I grew up...I guess she had an orgasm. She relaxed her hand off of mine and I slowly slid my hand out of panties and placed it back in my lap. We looked at each other and she had this look of relief, but at the same time a hint of shame. We didn't say a word.

After movie time, it was time for us to gather our things and go home. As I walked to my mom's car - I remember I smelled my hand and it had this slight smell of pee on it, but it didn't bother me.

Now that I'm older and much wiser...I wondered from time-to-time what exactly that little girl was going through in her home life to make her do what she did in that classroom that day. Poor kid.