The Church Closet
Hey! Come back here!" Greg and Chinky, two young foxes, giggled and sped down the hall from their Sunday School Class, where Mrs. Beady, the teacher, stood in the hallway, hands on her hips, her reptilian eyes glaring after retreating pair. "Well! I never..." The fat female crocodile never finished the thought, just stomped angrily back into her classroom to start a craft with the remaining students. The two young foxes rounded a corner, laughing uncontrollably. Chinky wiped tears of merriment from her eyes. "Ohhh! That was fun!" The young malefox, Gregory, or Greg, as he liked to be called, pounded the wall and laughed all the more louder. "God! Did you see her face?!" Chinky giggled harder. "Yeah! Boy, she was mad! It was like that time we put those cutworms into the cookies and punch!" Greg gasped for breath. "And she didn't see them until all the kids started jumping up and screaming!"
Chinky licked at her hand and ran it over her face to put her fur back into order. "That was hilarious!" The vixen waved her bushy black tail in Greg's face. "Let's go see what else in this place. C'mon!" The young male whished his own grey tail through the air. "Okay!" The two runaways pretended to be secret agents, putting their fingers together to form "guns" and humming James Bond's theme song under their breath. They roamed stairways, tiptoed down dark halls, explored old, forgotten classrooms, and robbed them of Oreos and raspberry punch. Greg munched on his cookies as he followed Chinky up a long set of stairs. The hall above them was black and scary, without even a speck of light to show the way. The young vixen ditched her cookies and punch in a nearby trash can. "Oooh, this is gonna be fun!" Greg threw his own snacks away, and the fur on his neck prickled with delicious anticipation.
Although they were both 12, the two foxes grabbed each other's hands as they started down the black hall, James Bond and secret agents forgotten. They both were tense, waiting for a ghost to come howling out of some deserted classroom. Suddenly, Greg stopped. Chinky bumped into him. The young malefox whirled around. "Come on, Chinky! Someone's coming!" The two scurried down the hall, and found an old closet just as the stomp of two familiar heels sounded on the top step. Chinky pulled Greg down next to her, and they sat in the cramped space, pulling the door closed. A long mop fell and bopped Greg on the head. "Ow!" Chinky covered his mouth with her paw. "Shut up, Greg!" she hissed. Mrs. Beady tramped into the hall, followed by two of the church deacons, Jon and Chuck. The fat female crocodile's whining voice could be heard clearly. "Oh, what am I going to tell their parents? That Gregory and Chinkadora disappeared and we can't find them? No, no, no!" In the small closet, Greg felt Chinky stiffen beside him, and remembered she hated to be called by her full title, Chinkadora.
A light was flipped on, and Mrs. Beady leaned against the closet door. A yellow strip of light seeped under the door, and the two young foxes pulled their toes back from it. Jon and Chuck began to open doors and look inside, but Mrs. Beady whined again, wringing her clawed hands. "I do hope Chinkadora and Gregory are all right!" Chinky clenched her hands. "I wish she'd stop calling me that!" she whispered angrily. Greg stroked her tail reassuringly, and was suddenly very aware of the young vixen's nearness. He blushed. Jon laughed. "They're probably already downstairs terrorizing the little 'uns and stealin' cookies." Mrs. Beady gasped. "You're right! Let's go!" The light was flipped off, and the three adults stomped downstairs quickly. Chinky breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought they'd never go!" Beside her, Greg was personally grateful for the darkness, so that his friend could not see him blush, because the vixen's hand was touching his, but she didn't seem to know or care. "They're so dumb! We're right here!" His blush forgotten for a minute, Greg laughed. "Yeah! They might even send the cops!"
Chinky wrapped her other arm around her knees. "That'd be great!" Greg reddened, because her fingers had moved higher up his. "Um, Chink, can I ask you something?" The vixen nodded. "Sure, Greg. Ask away!" Greg blushed harder. "Have...have you ever....ever......um, well...uh, kissed anyone before?" There; he'd said it. Chinky pulled her hand back. "No." Greg pulled his own limb back, his ears turning pinker and his cheeks redder. The two sat in silence for a moment, and then Chinky blushed. "Have..have you, Greg?" The young malefox looked away and untangled some hairs from his tail. "No." His hand crept forward, his fingers wrapping around hers. "Would you like to?" Now it was Chinky's turn to blush red. "I......I don't know, Greg." The young malefox stroked her wrist. "Don't you want to know what it feels like, Chink'?" She nodded. "Yeah." In the darkness, she looked at him, and smiled. Greg hesitated a moment, and then leaned forward and pecked his friend on the lips.
She didn't pull away immediately, and their lips warmed. When finally they broke away, Greg's shyness was disappearing, and he caressed her knee. "That felt pretty good," Chinky breathed, scooting closer to the young malefox. Greg wrapped his tail around hers. "I know it did." Her hand found his, and their fingers entwined in the dark. Chinky blushed and smiled at her companion. Ready for more, he leaned closer and brought his lips down on hers, cupping her chin in his hand. The vixen let her arms slip about his neck, and he brought her closer, his own hands stroking her waist. His thumbs stroked her nipples gently, and he felt them grow hard and erect under his fingers. "Oh....damn, I want you!" he breathed huskily into Chinky's ear, just like all the hot movie stars did on TV.
The vixen tightened her arms around his neck. "I want you too, Greg." Clumsily, he fumbled with the buttons of her shirt in the darkness, managing to get three unbuttoned but sending the last four popping and rolling across the hardwood floor of the closet in his nervous haste. Chinky unfastened her bra and sat bravely as Greg touched her budding breasts softly, running the back of his finger along her nipples. Chinky kissed the young malefox in the dark, then, at his gentle prodding, lay down on her back in the closet. She lay lengthwise, with her feet in the left lower corner and her head in the right upper corner. Greg sat at her left side, touching her gently all over.
Chinky smiled. "Go ahead, Greg. Do what you were going to do." The young malefox kissed her again firmly, then placed his hand inside his pants, squeezing his hard shaft tightly. He touched Chinky's breasts once again, and felt her hands on his belt, pulling and loosing the strip of leather. Greg helped remove his clothes, then pulled at Chinky's half-open shirt, sliding it down over her back. Chinky slipped easily out of her velvet skirt, kicking off her shoes in the process, and lay back down on the cold floor. Greg admired her young vulpine body, touching and stroking her. In some places, the vixen had yet to grow curves, but to the young malefox, she was as sexy a fox as he'd ever seen.
Greg, unsure of what to do next, kissed Chinky again, sliding his hands around her waist. "I think you're supposed to...um....well.....uh, you know....now...." the vixen whispered in the darkness. Greg straddled his naked friend, shifted until he was comfortable, and thrust into her. Chinky whimpered with pain as his shaft penetrated her depths suddenly, sliding through her without lubrication of any sort. Greg moaned with pleasure, but felt a sudden pang of guilt at Chinky's obvious pain. He pulled out of her, gazing at the vixen. "Are you okay, Chink?" She nodded, but tears glistened in the corners of her eyes. Greg patted her stomach. "I'll stop if you want me to, Chinky." She shook her head. "No. Go ahead, Greg. It'll feel good in a minute for me."
The malefox hesitated a moment, then entered her again. Chinky gasped in agony as his shaft suddenly broke through her hymen. Gritting her teeth, the vixen let the tears flow. Greg thrusted away valiantly, sweat beading on his bare body. It was beginning to feel good, so good, in fact, that he wanted to bite something to hold back the howls of pleasure that threatened to break out of his lungs. Chinky could feel his young member slipping and sliding along her in her virginal blood, and moaned. Greg took it as a sign of feeling good from Chinky, and thrusted harder. His shaft throbbed as he slid in and out, in and out, in and out, losing his shyness by the moment. Without warning, a wave of pleasure swept over him and he cummed, shooting spooge deep into Chinky's body. The malefox panted, putting his hand down between Chinky's thighs and feeling something sticky.
The vixen blew a sigh of relief as Greg pulled out of her and lay down at her side, gazing at his still-hard member, and wiping at it with a corner of his shirt. "That felt really good! Do you think it did, Chink?" The young vixen wiped tears away. "It hurt, Greg, but I'll bet it'll feel better later."
The next morning, the police found the two foxes snuggled together, bare and smiling, and asleep.
Every Sunday after that, Gregory Mandela and Chinkadora Naimo would look at each other.......and grin. They had lost their virginity together, and they would screw again sometime, maybe, when they weren't grounded anymore by their Christian parents.
The End