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The Key

By Felix Phile copyright 2000

I would like to thank Henrik Larsen for critiquing this story, and of 
course, for his stories.

Please drop me a line at felixphile@hotmail.com just to let me know you read 
the story.

Note: For non-North Americans - when I talk about football, I mean the North 
American game derived from Rugby. All that really matters for the purpose of 
this story is that it uses a ball similiar in shape to a rugby ball but 
smaller so that it can be gripped at one end and thrown overhand.

~~~

The story of the missing key starts one fall (Autumn) day many years ago, 
when I was 17. It was a Sunday and I had arranged to meet with a few friends 
in a neighbourhood park to toss around a football. The weather was typical 
for that time of year, cold enough that you needed at least a heavy sweater 
to stay warm unless you were being quite active. The ground was covered with 
leaves fallen from the now bare trees.

The four of us, all males, gathered on the football field located at one end 
of the park and started throwing around a football that one of us had 
brought. We weren't throwing very hard, just standing around talking as we 
gently tossed the ball to warm up. After a little time the throws became 
harder and fancier, with some of us taking turns trying to throw and catch 
the ball on the run.

One of us, Paul, lived across the street from the park with his sister 
Melissa and their parents. Melissa and her friend Heather had been walking 
through the park to the house when they saw us playing and came over to 
talk. I'd never met the girls before as I had just met Paul this year at 
school. They were in the grade behind us but at a different school and I 
suppose were about a year younger. They joined us and stood around talking 
while we tossed the ball.

Being a normal male with active hormones I had to evaluate any female of 
child-bearing age. Of course back then I didn't have the appreciation of 
more mature females that I have now and would only look women in their teens 
and early twenties, but I digress.

Heather was attractive in a bold sort of way. She had a round face with full 
lips and long brown hair. She wore eyeliner and lipstick, probably trying to 
look older than she was, and was playing up to the guys as we talked. 
Melissa was pretty too, but seemed a little quieter. She had long wavy black 
hair and wore no makeup but had a lovely smile. Heather was wearing a 
down-filled jacket and Melissa a knee-length coat so it was hard to judge 
their figures, although I could tell neither was petite and Heather had a 
well rounded butt and full thighs.

I don't know if Heather got bored or thought she wasn't getting enough 
attention, but on one throw when someone dropped the ball she picked it up 
and threw it to Melissa. They tossed it back and forth a couple of times 
refusing to give it back to us. Soon one of the guys took it away and we 
started a game of 'Monkey in the Middle', with the girls trying to catch the 
ball and keep it away from us. When Heather got the ball she hugged it to 
her chest and one or two guys would wrestle it away from her, taking the 
opportunity to get in what contact they could through her jacket. We managed 
to drop the ball fairly often so that the girls would get the chance to hog 
the ball.

Heather was obviously enjoying this, because she soon took to lying on the 
ground wrapped around the ball which was shoved down into her lap. This gave 
us ample chances to get in some serious groping. Melissa didn't go quite 
that far, but one time bent over with the ball held to her middle. I came up 
behind and slipped my hands over her chest pretending to be trying to grab 
the ball. When I finally worked the ball loose with one hand she kept my 
other hand trapped to her chest for a moment.

This game had gone on for about half an hour when it started to get dark and 
chilly. We decided it was time to quit and walked back to Paul's house where 
I had left my bike. Paul and I were talking about some article in a magazine 
about CB radio which I wanted to read. He said he'd find the magazine for me 
but as it was late he'd do it later and I could pick up the magazine another 
time. I unlocked my bike from the lamp post outside his house and rode home.

~~~

The next weekend was again typical fall weather and I decide to bike over to 
Paul's to see if he'd found the magazine. I also wanted to play football, 
especially if the girls were around. I had enjoyed the game of touch 
football, replaying it in my head several times that week in the privacy of 
my bedroom.

I locked my bike to a post and went up to the door to ring the bell. After a 
minute Melissa answered the door. I asked if Paul was home and she said he'd 
gone off with their parents to some harvest market or something and wouldn't 
be back until the evening. I didn't want to leave empty handed and I also 
wanted to spend a bit more time making friends with Melissa if possible.

I told her about the magazine and asked if he'd found it. She wasn't sure 
and said that I could check his room. I went into the house and followed her 
up the stairs. As we went I noticed that she was wearing a wool knee-length 
skirt and had a full bottom and shapely legs. I had earlier seen that she 
was wearing a V-neck cardigan matching her skirt with a camisole underneath 
and had nice sized breasts filling it out. It was a fancy outfit for sitting 
around the house and I said something to her about it. I told her it looked 
very nice and suited her. She said they'd been out visiting a relative 
earlier and she hadn't changed her clothes yet.

We got to the room and I didn't see the magazine. I was going to leave but 
Melissa pointed to a box on the floor and said that it was probably in 
there. I said it might take me a while to find but she said it didn't matter 
as she didn't have anything to do. I took off my jacket and put the bike key 
I had in my hand on Paul's desk, then started to go through the magazines 
looking for the article. Melissa sat on the bed and we talked about school 
and friends as I searched. She managed to bring up girlfriends and 
boyfriends and we both admitted to being unattached.

I eventually found what I wanted. I took the magazine and went to pick up my 
jacket but then realized that my bike key was missing. I figured I'd knocked 
it on the floor but couldn't find it. I looked around while Melissa made 
suggestions as to where it might have fallen. She didn't seem to be very 
serious in her help so I looked up and saw her smiling. That's when I 
noticed her clenched fist. I asked her for it and she said "Nope, can't have 
it."

She was obviously in the mood for a game and I didn't mind at all. I 
remembered the football game and thought that this could be more of the 
same. I tried to grab her hand but she rolled over on the bed with the hand 
holding the key underneath her. It was obvious that she wanted me to try and 
get it back as an excuse for some bodily contact. I fell on top of her and 
reached underneath. I groped around as if trying to find her hand but really 
just getting a good feel of her tits through her sweater.

As I felt around and neared her hand she moved it down into her crotch. This 
was even better than I'd dreamed. I worked my hand down there too and while 
acting as if I was trying to pry the key loose, rubbed my hand all around 
the front of her mound. All the time we were laughing and giggling. I made 
sure that I never quite managed to get the key out of Melissa's hand and she 
kept the hand in her crotch.

After a couple of minutes of squirming around we had bunched up the covers 
on the bed. Melissa noticed this and rememberd whose room we were in. She 
froze for a moment and breathlessly said, "Wait, wait -- we're making a mess 
of Paul's bed. We've got to stop."

I didn't want to stop there and kept up the pretense of the game. I said, 
"Then give me the key."

She said, "Let me up first."

I rolled off and we both got up. While we straightened the bedclothes 
Melissa never let go of the key. When we finished she put her hands behind 
her back and smiled at me saying, "I'll give you the key when we're out of 
the room."

Since this was a game I wanted to keep playing I went along. I agreed and 
she stepped out of the room backwards and then ran down the hall. I ran 
after her and she ducked into another room and slammed the door. I tried the 
doorknob but it was locked. She laughed from the other side, "You can't come 
in, it's my room."

I figured she didn't really want to stop so I said "I'll huff and I'll puff 
and I'll blow your door in."

She laughed again and told me to wait. I heard her moving around and then a 
moment or so later the click of the lock. Better and better I thought. I 
twisted the knob and pushed my way in. Melissa sat down on the bed, looked 
up at me and said "You can't have the key, I've hidden it."

I glanced around the room. What I saw was a desk, a bed with frilly covers, 
a poster of some pop group. I could see some pantihose discarded in a 
corner. I looked at her bare legs and realized that she had taken off the 
pantihose while I was locked out of the room.

"Where's the key?" I asked.

Melissa put her arms behind her back, thrust out her chest a little and 
said, "Maybe I put it in my sweater."

I knew this wouldn't work as it would have fallen out the bottom since she 
had a camisole and not a bra. I wasn't going to say so though. If she wanted 
me to search for it I would.

"Well you better give it to me then," I said and started to move towards 
her. She gave a little squeal as she wrapped both her arms around her chest 
and rolled over on her front. I climbed onto the bed with my knees 
straddling her narrow waist. Putting one hand on the bed beside her I bent 
over and tried to push the other hand into the top of her sweater.

"Stop it, stop it," came her muffled voice but she was laughing.

I could feel the tops of her breasts but no further as her arms block my 
way. I didn't want to hurt her by trying any harder so I went for another 
attack. I put an arm around her to hold both her arms in place, then began 
to slide my free hand up inside her sweater and camisole from the bottom. I 
wasn't holding her tightly and she could have freed her hands if she really 
wanted, but of course she didn't. I really didn't think she'd let me get 
very far before calling things off so I didn't want to push too hard.

I moved my hand over the soft skin of her tummy enjoying the feel of her 
flesh even if it was such a neutral area. I slid around to feel the slimness 
of her waist and the flaring of the top of her hips. All this time Melissa 
was quiet, just letting me run my hand over her, breathing softly but 
raggedly. She was as excited as I was. I moved my hand back to her tummy, 
moving it back and forth, a little higher each time. Soon I couldn't move it 
any higher because her chest was pressed down to the bed. I lifted my weight 
off her and Melissa lifted her chest a little. I thought 'God, she's going 
to let me feel her tits!'

I moved my hand up further until I was brushing the firm underside of one 
breast then the other and moving my hand a little into the separation 
between them. Still not sure what I was allowed to do I pushed my hand 
gently further up then across on her full breast. I could feel the nipple 
harden in the palm of my hand.

My heart was pounding with excitement and I could tell hers was too. I held 
one breast in my hand then the other, feeling her nipples like hard rubber 
in my palm. I started to brush my lips against the back of her neck. Not 
quite kissing but enough to make her arch her neck. After several minutes of 
this and gently feeling her tits I managed to say, "I don't think it's here. 
Should I keep looking?"

She managed to breath out, "Uh, yeah. Maybe there's somewhere else you 
should search."

I was all for this. Still lying half on top of her, with one arm wrapped 
around her, I pulled the other hand out from her sweater. I said "OK, I'll 
check down here then," and slid it down over her ass. I rubbed it through 
her skirt while she pushed back into my hand. "I don't think it's here, I 
better keep looking," I said then moved my hand down onto her leg and 
started upwards.

There was a small intake of breath but nothing said as I slid my hand up the 
outside of her thigh taking the skirt with it. I ran my hand up to her hip 
to where the band of her panties was. I felt like I was going to have a 
heart attack, I was so excited. I ran my hand down across her buttocks over 
top of her panties, enjoying the firm roundness. I couldn't believe she was 
letting me do this, even though we were pretending she was trapped.

Pushing things even further, I moved my hand around to the front, under her 
skirt but on her tummy. She was quiet, but I could feel her diaphram pumping 
away while she breathed as hard as I was. I rubbed her tummy for a moment 
and then saying "I'd better check here," I slid my hand down onto the front 
of her panties where I felt the crinkle of her pubic hair. I rubbed slowly 
and inched my hand down. As my finger pressed as far as they could between 
her tightly squeezed legs I felt wetness and the beginnings of a crease. 
Even the inside of her thighs was beginning to get slippery.

Melissa hadn't said anything for a while and this was getting way beyond 
some innocent groping in a game. I wasn't sure how far she wanted to take 
this so I said, "Should I keep looking?"

She didn't say anything but slid one leg away from the other to give me more 
access.

I pushed a single finger under the leg band of her panties and began rubbing 
the only thing I could reach, the little slippery bump. Melissa just moaned 
and went limp. I kept stroking and her hips started to move. I moved the 
other hand from on top of her now relaxed arms and slid it up her sweater 
onto her breasts. I pulled my hips in close and shoved my rock-hard erection 
against her ass, causing her to moan again and push back. I played with her 
tits and clit while kissing her neck.

I was now close to cumming in my pants and I was pretty sure she was near. 
Time to move on. I whispered in her ear, "I can't find the key, I have to 
strip search you."

"Okay," she said softly.

I got up and stood beside the bed then reached down and put my hand on her 
shoulder. I gently rolled her onto her back and began to unbutton her 
cardigan while she lay there with her eyes closed. Once it was undone I 
pulled on her hands and said "Sit up please." Melissa opened her eys as I 
pulled her into a sitting position. She took off her sweater then I started 
to pull up her camisole. With a little wiggling it came off. She sat there 
and looked at me as if waiting for me to say something. There were her 
breasts, beautifully round and so firm, large enough to overfill my cupped 
hand. I just looked at her and said "You're beautiful."

She smiled. I bent over and kissed her. Her lips parted and I tentatively 
pushed forward my tongue. Hers responded and we started gently flicking 
little tongue kisses as I felt her tits once more. After a moment or two I 
put my hand down to her hip and found the zipper of her skirt. I unzipped 
her skirt at the side and she lay down again so I could slide it off. All 
she had left was her panties. As she lay there looking up at me I reached 
down and rolled them down her hips and legs.

All I could do was stare. I'd seen a pussy before but they are things of 
such beauty. Hers was black curls lightly sprinkled in a small triangle just 
reaching down to her lips. I reached down and brushed my fingers over the 
hair.

At this point Melissa was lying close enough to the edge of her bed that her 
feet were on the floor. I moved over so that I was kneeling in front of them 
and put my hands on her knees. I gently pushed them apart and slid my hands 
up her thighs as I said softly, "There's one more place to look." I could 
see droplets clinging to the hair. She stiffened a little as my thumbs 
slowly parted her swollen lips. The inner lips were flushed red with juices 
running down to her butt. I quickly leaned forward and ran my tongue up the 
slit to the top.

Melissa jerked up, put one hand in my hair and said, "What are you doing?"

"Licking you," I said. "I have to."

I'd eaten the pussy of my earlier girlfriend so I had some idea of what I 
was doing. I used one hand to push her back on the bed and licked again. A 
couple of more minutes and she pulled both feet up on the bed and started 
bucking her hips, finally arching her back in orgasm.

There was just one thing left to do. I undid my pants, then I pushed them 
down as far as I could while kneeling. I stood up, wiping my face with one 
hand, and leaned over Melissa to kiss her again. I don't think she realized 
that my pants were around my ankles because I was holding myself up with my 
arms. I let my weight come down on her and slid my cock into position.

She realized what it was and and stiffened momentarily but didn't stop 
kissing. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and I pushed slowly into 
her. I don't know if she was a virgin or not, but there was no difficulty in 
going in to the hilt. It was so incredible. Hot, tight, wet, slippery, 
rough, smooth, wriggling, squeezing. We lay there for a moment savouring the 
feelings.

I started to move in and out when she put a hand on my chest to stop me and 
said, "You can't, stop, I'm not protected."

I pulled out and stood up. Melissa stared at my erect, wet cock. I reached 
down and pulled my wallet out of my pants which were still around my ankles 
and pulled out the packet that every teenage boy carried. I took the time to 
pull off my shoes and pants. Ripping open the package, I fumbled on the 
condom as Melissa watching wide-eyed.

I went to climb back on but Melissa shuffled up the bed to make more room. I 
crawled up after her and moved back into position. It was a little harder to 
find the right spot with the condom on but I managed and slid back in. 
Melissa pulled up her legs and wrapped them around mine. Soon we were 
bucking away again with tongues wrestling.

After all that foreplay it didn't take very long for me to climax. Pretty 
quickly I reached my orgasm and spent. We lay there kissing until I realized 
that my shrinking appendage was about to leave the condom inside her. I got 
up and disposed of it. Melissa sat up looking rather shy and shell-shocked 
now the excitement had passed. I sat down beside her on the bed hugging her.

"I never did this before," she said.

"Lost a key, you mean?" I said.

She giggled and said, "No silly! I mean with a boy!".

"That's okay, I never did this with a boy either."

She slapped my arm lightly and said, "You know what I mean!"

We kissed lightly for a moment then I said, "I guess I better be going 
soon."

"Yeah, everyone will be home soon," she replied.

I got dressed while she went to the bathroom to clean up. She came back 
wearing a house-robe.

"I never found my bike key."

"Oh yeah," she said with a smile, then pulled open a drawer in her desk and 
handed me the key.

"Will I see you again?", she asked.

"Oh, I think so," then teased her by saying, "The park's right across the 
street, you know. And I have to return the magazine."

We walked downstairs and said good-bye in the hall because she was still in 
her robe. As I opened the door Melissa said, "Why don't you bring the 
magazine back after school on Thursday, I'll be the only one home until 
8:00."

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