Going Up North: Part 1
Hey! This is my second attempt at a story. Except this time, I'm making about three or four parts long. Let me know what you think, and if you have any improvements, let me know and I'll fix them. Enjoy! ---------- I sat at my desk, tapping my nails and watching the clock anxiously. As the seconds ticked away until Christmas Vacation, I tried to concentrate on Mr. Pell as he gave us a lecture on basic Quantum physics. Even though I knew that once I got back from vacation, I would have a quiz over it, I just couldn't bring himself to concentrate. It seemed as if time had fallen into a black hole and stopped. Trying to pass the time, I repositioned myself to look over at Samantha, my girlfriend, in the desk next to me. Even though I knew that she was just as anxious as he to get up to the cabin, she was diligently paying attention and taking thorough notes. And to match her enormous brain, Samantha was the most beautiful creature on Earth. At least, that's what I thought. She was a red fox like me, with the most brilliantly red fur that seemed to shimmer even if there were hardly any light. To match that, she had pure white fur on her "underside", and at the tip of her bushy red tail which was about a meter and a half long. Like him, Samantha had soul-piercing green eyes. She had the body of an athlete, even though she never did any sports, which was thin and shapely. One of the things he found most attractive about her, along with most men, was the fact that she had large breasts which seemed to shake with every movement. Since they lived in Michigan and it was winter, Samantha wore a blue and red striped turtle neck sweater with jeans. She always seemed to be too classy for him, since he wasn't the best-looking guy in the school. He looked down at himself. Today he wore his favorite leather jacket, which was long, black and had a tail duster. It was a gift from Samantha, which made it even more valuable to him. Under it was a white T-shirt. Like Samantha, he wore blue jeans. Glenn stared at Samantha now, until he could get her attention. When she finally looked over at him, he smiled and winked at her. She smiled slightly back, but quickly returned to her work. Unfortunately for his academic career, just as Glenn pulled out a piece of paper for notes, time for class ran up. As everyone stood and started to file out, Mr. Pell called over the class: "Everyone, have a good vacation. At least try to a little bit of studying!" When I walked through the group and out the door, I found Samantha had went ahead of me. She stood there, people walking around her, like water parting for Moses. I walked up to her and hugged her tightly. I kissed her lightly on the neck, getting a small smell of her fur. It smelled like an ocean of all the sweetest flowers on Earth. "Oh Glenn, there will be plenty of time for that later," she said slightly impatiently, although by the tone of her voice, I knew she enjoyed it. They walked down the hall, one arm around each other. About half way to the door, Glenn said, "I take it your all packed and ready to go, right?" "The day after you asked me if I wanted to go, I had my stuff packed," she said excitedly. "How about you?" I smiled as we walked out the door, which gave her the answer. Just like Samantha, and even a little bit more, I thought way ahead. This came into play many times in my life, and would ultimately save us all. Once we reached my car (a brick red Mini Cooper which perfectly matched my fur. It took me all summer to save up for it), we both opened the door and got in, I in the drivers and her in the passenger's. I fished out my keys from my deep jean pockets, selected the right one from the ring and inserted it in the ignition. When I turned, it started up instantly and purred like a happy cat. When I shifted it down into drive, Samantha reached down and flicked on the radio. Once I turned out onto Warden Road, she was bobbing her head to the beat of the rock music. For some reason, I know that if I go sixty most of the way to my apartment, it takes me fifteen minutes to get there. However, on account for us being so excited and Samantha constantly asking me if we're almost there yet, I drove eighty and got there in five minutes. The whole time I was speeding down the road, I thought I kept on seeing cop cars in my review mirror. Luckily I got to my apartment with no trouble, and pulled into the parking lot. Samantha smiled widened as she looked down at her watch. "Record time, Glenn. You made it here in five," she said, as she unbuckled her seat belt and opened the door. Once she got out, she bent down and looked at me as I undid my seat belt. "That means we have at least twenty minutes before your brother gets here." She winked at me, and pranced into the brown with black trimmed apartment building. Her tail swung sexily behind her, teasing me. But I took my mind long enough from her butt to realize that Mark, my brother, was coming with us. We hadn't seen each other since he moved to South Africa to study to be a medical doctor. As he told me, he transferred here to take his residency. Long story short, he called me and we set this little trip up. And as I was thinking of this, he was speeding down here and my lover was in my apartment waiting for me. After my slight daze, I reached down and unbuckled my seat belt. But just as I was doing this, I saw something large and black out of the corner of my eye. When I snapped my neck around to look, a large, ominously large figure stood at the corner of the building. Even though he had a hood over his face, Glenn knew that he was being watched. Something about this man made the red hair on his arms stand on end. They stayed there for seconds, just staring at each other. Suddenly, the man (or whatever sex he was) started to walk slowly towards me and seemed to pull some long object from his sleeve. I dove towards my dashboard, and yanked it open. I dug around the many papers and random objects in it, until I saw the shiny object I was looking for. It was a 22-caliber revolver my father had given me for Christmas (He is a gun nut). It was a strange gift, my father knowing I don't shoot that much, but I knew that it would come in handy sometime in my life. The night before something told me to take it along with me, so I put it along with the ammo in my glove compartment. I pulled it out, along with the package of ammunition. With shaky paws I pulled open the magazine, and took out six bullets. As fast as I could, I loaded them into it and slammed it shut. Opening the door quickly, I slid out and faced the street. Before I even saw anything (and kind of stupidly), I pulled back the hammer and held the gun close to me. But luckily for me, no one was there. Later I would be thinking about how he got away so quickly, not even with a car. Still having my gun out, I turned around a couple of times, looking with my keen fox eyes for any signs of movement. All I saw as a squirrel, and felt a cold gust of wind. I let down the hammer, relieved. Nothing. "Glenn, what are you doing?" came a voice from above me. "Get in here, I've got something for you." Quickly I put the gun behind my back, and acted as casual as I could even though I was breathing heavy. I looked up, and saw on the third floor Samantha leaning from my open apartment window. Even from this distance, she looked like a goddess. "Uh, coming right up. Just thought I had a flat," I quickly said, though out of breath. She smiled, got back in and closed the window. I sighed in relief, and quickly put the gun in the inside pocket of my jacket. I wasn't about to let down my guard, not after that (even though I wasn't quite sure what *that* was). Walking quickly to the door, I pulled it open and walked into the lobby. Nodding at the receptionist at the desk, who is a hot female rabbit, and walked to the elevator. The elevator chimed as I pressed the up button, and after a few long seconds the door opened for me. Stepping in side, I pressed the third floor button along with the door closing one. The doors closed and I was brought to the third floor. My room was the fourth down the hall from the elevator, and once the doors opened I walked through the tacky hallway to my room. I stopped in front of the door, placing my hand on the handle. Before I went in, I made sure that the gun was secure and not showing. I turned the handle, and pushed the door open. When I walked into my apartment, there seemed to be a strange air of stillness. I would think that I'd sense some movement, but there was none. From the living room, I walked left into the main hallway of the house. To my right was the kitchen, a tea kettle on the stove which was on. As I walked slowly forward, my hand krept up and was near the handle of my gun. At the end of the hall was the bathroom, and it was clear. That meant one room left. The door to my bedroom was open a crack, and I could see a light on inside. Quickly, I pushed through it. I was surprised to see a naked fox laying in my bed. It quickly registered in my mind that it was a female, and Samantha. "Geez, Glenn, what took ya?" she said, laying on her side with her head resting on her bent arm. I smiled at her, walking forward. With the poor lighting in the room, it seemed as if her breasts were bigger than ever. As my eyes moved down her, I saw her vagina was slightly damp, a sign I should get undressed. Quickly I took off my jacket, which I carefully placed on a chair in my room so the gun wouldn't fall out or be seen. Then I took my shirt off, revealing my strong chest and oncoming six-pack (lately I've been working out at the gym). At this point, she let out a squeal of delight as I lowered my pants and underwear. From seeing her in that position and naked, my erection had already come along. I walked towards her, and got on the bed wrapping my arms around her. She did the same, and we met in a passionet kiss. I moved my arms away and put my hands on her breasts, stroking and squeezing them. As my left hand felt her nipple, my other hand went down and felt along her clit. She moaned when I did this, moving his hands down and stroking my large foxhood. Samantha pulled my closer, moving my member towards her opening. I brushed her hands away, and held it while she pulled herself away for me. She rolled over on her back, and I got on top of her. Taking aim, I pushed my hips forward and entered her. She let out a moan of delight as I did so, closing her eyes. "Oh yes." was all she managed to get out as I started to push forward, starting a slow rythem as I pushed myself into her. Very soon, my cock was going completely in and out of her. Along with this, my rythem was becoming very fast. In fact, so fast that she and I were rocking the bed nearly off the springs. As she was shoved forward and back, Samantha started to moan deep as her climax was nearing. I let out a moan, also, as I felt mine. Her muscles started to tighten around my large penis, causing me to let out a moan. Her climax hit, and she nearly screamed from delight as her fluids gushed out. I had mine, also, at the same time, ejaculating my seed deep within her. Once I was done squirting, I pulled out, our fluids mixed. She made a sucking sound as I did. She sure was tight. I collapsed next to her, breathing deeply. She also breethed deeply, scootching close to me and putting her arm around me, murring loudly. I wrapped an arm around her, sighing in relief. "Sam, that was great," I said. She nodded, closing her eyes and placing her head on my chest. We stayed that way for a few minutes until the phone rang. We both jumped, and I reached over and picked it up from my nightstand. "Glenn Silverleaf speaking," I said. "Hey Bro, this is Mark," said my brother in his deep voice. In the background I could hear his truck engine revving an honking. "Oh, hi. Geez, what time is it?" I asked, rubbing my head. "Oh, about five," Mark answered. Once Samantha figured out who it was, she moved away and got up. She stood and walked in front of me. Once I looked up at her, she silently told me that she was going to take a shower. I gave her a thumbs up. Once she was gone and out of earshot, I said, "Hey, Mark, stop by our dads house and bring some guns." There were silence on the other end for a few seconds, until he said, "I know your serieous in that tone of voice. Sure, not problem. You can explain to me when I get there, which will be in about an hour." Good old Mark. He always respected me, and knew when not to question what I say. "I thought you'd be here in like ten minutes." Well, down here the roads are pretty bad, so I'm going to take it slow. Plus I have to stop at our parents house." We said our good byes, and hung up. I got up, and walked out into the living room and sat on the couch, waiting for Samantha and Mark.