I wasn't the smallest boy in my 6th grade class, but I was smaller than most of the boys. Amy was only 3 months younger than I was but could have been mistaken for a 4th grader. At recess we usually separated into a boys group and a girls group. Amy usually stayed with the boys group. She wasn't much good at dodge ball but she could talk baseball and other boys stuff and the boys enjoyed her company.
Fridays were early release day on the last Friday of each month, and we got out of school at noon on those days. Mom said that I could ask Amy to go to the movies on Friday afternoon to see Superman. She was happy to go. Mom gave me the money for our tickets and drove me to pick up Amy and then to the theater. I felt very grown up to be taking a girl on a date.
There were not many people in the theater and we got seats right in the center of the theater. When the movie started, I put my arm on the armrest between us hoping to be able to casually hold her hand when she wasn't paying attention. I was surprised when Amy put her hand on mine and lifted it over to her leg. We smiled at each other but didn't say anything. Her skirt was short and her bare leg was soft and warm. I had feelings that I had never had before.
The movie started getting exciting and I forgot where my hand was until I felt her pull her skirt up a little and push my hand down between her legs. I rubbed her inner thigh with my fingertips and and the softness felt just wonderful. I tried to watch the movie but was too excited by how she felt and I watched her while I gently stroked her leg. I had never touched a girls leg before and was too excited to think about Superman. Amy wasn't watching either, but had her eyes closed and a strange expression on her face that I had never seen before. Amy held my hand with hers and pressed it against her leg but never opened her eyes. I didn't dare move because I didn't want it to ever end. Superman would have to take care of things without my help because I was too busy thinking about Amy. After a while, Any kind of skooched forward in her seat and spread her knees apart. Then she pulled my hand back to where I could feel the warm damp fabric of her panties and covered our hands with her skirt. Her eyes were still closed but she now had the most beautiful smile I have ever seen . I could feel a damp spot in my underwear too, and hoped it would not show through my pants. I don't know how long we stayed this way, but when the credits started rolling, she opened her eyes, lifted my hand back up on the armrest and pulled her skirt down. Mom picked us up and took us home.
I don't remember anything about the Superman movie, but I will never forget Amy.