It's a Twister Pt. 01

Young man and older neighbor are trapped in a storm cellar

The usual stuff. No one engaging in sex acts is under the age of consent. No STD's, unwanted pregnancies, or disapproving gossipers are allowed in my happily perverted little world.

Ryan Connor turned into the Andrew's farm driveway then parked his old junker next to the mobile home his mother and he lived in. He looked at the sky not liking the looks of the clouds. He decided he had better get a move on if he wanted to get a five mile run in before it started to rain. He changed into running shorts and a hoodie then did some stretches against the side of his car before starting out.

He turned onto the county road with his back to the angry looking clouds then quickly settled into his stride. Half a mile later a horn sounded behind him, he looked back to see Ned Andrews slowly pulling alongside him with his window down.

"Holy shit Ryan, you're going to get soaked, you better turn back now. Or did you want to ride into town with me? Just going to the feedstore, maybe a piece of pie at The Cupboard after that. Interested?"

"I am always interested in pie, Mr. Andrews but if I indulged as often as you do, I would be so huge I would lose my scholarship next fall," he said with a smile.

Ned Andrews laughed, he did like his pie but being 6' 1" and 140 pounds he claimed he had a hollow leg. "Suit yourself Ryan but seriously, you should turn back now. The sky is a funny color, kinda green, that means tornados sometimes."

"You're probably right, I'll just go another half mile, up to Ferguson's farm then turn around, see you later."

Ned waved then accelerated quickly. Ryan was true to his word, turning around in half a mile. The wind was in his face now, he hadn't realized how strong it was when it had been pushing him. He picked up the pace as much as he could. The sky was turning an odd green color, the clouds began moving in different directions before suddenly coming together in a funnel.

Holy shit, thought Ryan, a tornado was right in front of him. He couldn't tell how fast it was moving or what direction it was moving in, but he knew he was in trouble.

As he neared the farm he thought about his choices. He could try to reach the culvert that crossed the county road just past the driveway or he could head for the storm cellar attached to the back of the big farmhouse. He had almost decided to try to reach the culvert when he heard a gunshot. He looked around and saw Mrs. Andrews waving her arms to get his attention. One hand held the gun he had heard. He started toward her fighting the wind that was trying to push him sideways. He finally made it to the back of the house before stopping to catch his breath. Mrs. Andrews grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the open cellar door at the back of the house. He went down the steps then turned to help the woman down before going back up as he saw she was having a hard time trying to pull the door closed against the wind. It was a struggle, but they finally got it closed and latched from the inside.

It was dark as night in the cellar and much quieter than outside although they could still hear the wind roaring. Ryan wasn't sure what to do when Mrs. Andrews said, "Don't move son, I know where the flashlight is, hang on."

A flashlight beam soon swept across the room coming to rest on an old trestle table.

"Do you know how to work a Coleman lantern?" Dale Andrews asked.

"Sure, we used them when dad and I went camping. Won't take a minute Mrs. Andrews," he told her.

"You're eighteen now, right?" she asked. "That's too old to be calling me Mrs. Andrews. My first name is Dahlia, but never call me that. As you know, I go by Dale."

When the lantern was going, he hung it from a nail in the rafter above his head. He had never been down here before. He was surprised at how large it was. There was a double bed plus a set of bunk beds on one wall. Behind a partition was a chemical toilet. There was a 250-gallon water tank with a hand pump attached. In what passed for the kitchen was a large sturdy trestle table with six chairs around it. Four large bookcases held store bought and homemade canned goods. A four burner Coleman stove sat on the counter.

"Wow, this has all the comforts of home," he said.

"Yeah, it's well equipped, two people could live down here for a month if they had to," Dale agreed.

"Well, I never heard of a tornado lasting a month," he shouted.

Without realizing it the sound of the storm had risen so much it sounded like a freight train was roaring through the farmyard. They heard a loud sound like nails being pulled from a board then things began crashing into the back of the house. The banging noises stopped when the largest crash shook the house. Dale and Ryan held onto one another, both wondering if the tornado was going to destroy the house above them. In just a minute the roaring sound started to subside. Five minutes later things seemed to be back to normal. With a start Ryan realized he was still hugging Dale tightly. They pulled away from each other quickly, both a little embarrassed by the intimacy of the moment.

They could faintly hear that it was raining heavily outside. Dale said, "We should probably wait a while before opening the door. How about some coffee or hot chocolate?"

"Yeah, you're right, we should wait. Hot chocolate sounds amazing, I'll get the stove going," he offered.

As they sat enjoying their hot chocolate Dale said, "You know, you and I have never really talked. When your dad died, I was kind of in a daze. I'm sure it was much worse for you and your mom."

"Well, you don't expect to come home from school and find your dad crushed by a turned over tractor," he admitted.

"Jesus, that must have been terrible for you," she said laying a sympathetic hand on his arm.

"The worst part was having to tell mom when she got home. The sheriff had called the bank but all he said was that there had been an accident."

"I tried to comfort Maggie, but she didn't really want anything to do with Ned and I," she explained.

"Well, he was working for you, it was your tractor and all," he said a little defensively.

"I know, I know. We had a hard time convincing her that the trailer was hers for as long as you guys needed it."

"I think when I go to college in a couple of months, she will probably take a small place in town," Ryan told her.

"Might be for the best, it must be hard coming back to your memories every day. How about you, how do you cope?" Dale asked.

"By running mostly," he told her. "That has been a good thing actually, it made me a good enough runner to take state and get a scholarship to the college I wanted."

"Ned and I have talked about it, if you need money, or anything else in college we want to help you," she said seriously.

"Jeez, I appreciate that, with my grants and scholarship I should be good financially," he said.

"Well, don't be shy about asking, please, we don't want you to have to take any loans," Dale said patting his arm.

For some reason that small touch embarrassed Ryan. "Um, I should see about getting the doors open I suppose," he said hurriedly.

He slipped the bolts open then tried to push one of the doors open. It wouldn't budge, he tried again with no luck.

"Here, I'll give you a hand," Dale said.

They exerted all their strength but both doors refused to move at all.

"There's a kind of periscope in the corner," she said pointing. "It's just two mirrors in a long tube that shows what's in the back yard."

He moved over to it admiring the simple but very clever device. He looked into it but couldn't see anything. "I think maybe it's broken," he told her.

He stepped aside for her to have a look.

She looked, then frowning said, "Hand me that flashlight, please."

She shined the flashlight into the eyepiece then looked again.

"Shit, sorry, it's not broken, what you were looking at was what remains of the barn. Those crashes we heard was the tornado tearing the barn apart before it deposited them against the back of the house," she told him.

"And on top of the only way out of here, right?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so," she said. "But Ned will be back from town soon. When he can't find us, he will figure out we're down here. If any of the tractors survived it won't take him long to dig us out."

"I suppose, worst event mom comes home and sees what happened. She'll know what to do to get us out of here," he said confidently.

"Yup, one or the other," Dale agreed. "Just in case, I'm going to see about getting us something to eat."

Ned had taken care of his business at the feed store then walked the short distance to The Cupboard moving against the steadily increasing wind. He was not quite at the door when the storm siren began wailing. He hurried toward the restaurant to help herd people into the basement when a windblown 2X4 hit him in the head. Luckily, Jim Palmer saw him go down, he grabbed his son, and they went out to get Ned. They got him inside but didn't know quite what to do.

He was unconscious and the two men didn't know whether to try to get him down the stairs or leave him lying on the floor. A call to the hospital told them to leave him where he was, keep him warm and if he regained consciousness to make him lie still. As soon as the siren signaled the all clear they would send an ambulance.

The two men went in the kitchen and found a stack of tablecloths and cook's aprons. They made a pillow of the aprons then covered him with tablecloths. The roar of the oncoming tornado forced Jim to yell at his son as he told him to get into the basement. His son did not want to leave but in the end did as his father requested.

Maggie Connor was the head teller at the bank, today she was also the bank manager as Mr. Steele was on vacation. When the siren started, she told her two tellers, Mark Mason and Karen Harper, to quickly remove their drawers and carry them to the huge vault. She apologized to the three customers in the lobby, telling them they had better seek shelter in either the high school or the nearby Lutheran church basement.

The man nearest the door opened it then quickly slammed it shut.

"We ain't got time to go nowheres else. Let's get in that vault right quick," he yelled.

They could all hear the tornado coming closer. With a nod Maggie opened the door from the lobby before ushering the three men into the vault. She turned to close the vault door, intending on leaving it open a crack so they could get out after the tornado passed. One of the men, Mike Plummer, saw what she was trying to do and decided to help her. He threw his weight to the back of the door. The vault was precisely built with a well balanced door that could easily be opened or closed by a child if need be. The 'help' of the man caused the door to slam shut with a sound like doom.

"Oh shit," Maggie exclaimed.

Another of the men, Rick Carson, said, "It's no problem, right? You can open the door from the inside, right?"

"Yes, the door has an inside handle, but no," she explained, "the door is on a time lock. It cannot be opened until the time expires, which will be at 9am tomorrow morning."

"What kind of a stupid system is that?" asked the last man, Ralph Waters.

"Well normally it wouldn't be a problem, Mr. Steele can call and request an override code. He is however on vacation in Argentina at the moment," Maggie told them. "So even if someone figures out that we're in here they won't know who to call to get us out."

"You mean we are stuck in this closed space for like seventeen hours?" Karen Harper said, a note of panic in her voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry Karen," she said.

"No, oh no, this can't be happening, I can't be in here," she said excitedly as she went to the vault door and began beating on it with her fists.

Maggie and Ralph went to her, each taking a tiny fist to prevent her from hurting herself. They moved her away from the door, talking softly and calmly.

It's going to be a long night Maggie thought. What were they going to do with Karen if she really panicked with her claustrophobia?

Ryan and Dale had decided on Dinty Moore beef stew and saltines for their dinner. It was a little early yet, so they were passing the time talking and playing cribbage.

"My dad said cribbage was the best game for old friends, it let you have a decent conversation but didn't interrupt the game," Ryan said.

"I know, they were many a rainy afternoon Ned, Bill and I played three handed cribbage. Or three handed pinocle too but that takes more concentration. Cribbage is for talking," Dale agreed.

Dale asked him about his girlfriends. Ryan replied he had never really had a girlfriend.

"Why not? You're fairly good looking you know," Dale teased.

"Right when I reached prime dating age dad died. I was a mess and people, especially kids, don't know how to handle that, what to say, how to act, so I just kind of drifted along. Not just with girls but with most of my friends as well," he confessed.

"Well, that will all change when you get to college. Clean slate and start over as they say," she said encouragingly.

"Jesus, I sure hope so. Bad enough I have to start college as a virgin, I sure don't want to graduate as one," he laughed before realizing what he had just confessed to her.

She never batted an eye, just asked him, "So, what kind of a girl are you looking for?"

He snorted, "One that doesn't say no, I suppose."

"Yeah, there is something to be said for a girl that says yes. To many different questions," she giggled.

"Someone as good looking as you would be nice," he mused.

"Oh Ryan, thank you, keep the compliments coming and those college girls won't be able to resist," she teased.

"What I am is the girl next door, I'm not the girl you fantasize about, I'm the girl you wind up with," she said softly.

"Damn, you make that sound like a bad thing," he declared. "I would love to find a girl with your looks, brains, sense of humor and honesty."

"Well, I hope you find all that, just not in a thirty-six-year-old package," she said.

"And what is wrong with your thirty-six-year-old package," he asked quietly.

"Other than being the girl next door?" she wondered. "Nothing I suppose, I still enjoy living, by that I mean sex I guess, I don't seem to get enough of that anymore."

"Why, Ned is only what, forty-four? He's not exactly little blue pill age, is he?"

"Oh no, Ned still gets it up on a regular basis, no problems there," she assured him.

"So, what did you mean about not getting enough?" he asked.

"I'm not sure this is a conversation you and I should be having, in fact I know it's not," she said seriously.

"Are you trying to tell me that you have a lover on the side?" he asked.

"Well, I used to have, I'm in the market for another one right now. I haven't had much success finding the right guy," she admitted.

"What are you looking for exactly?" Ryan wondered.

"The biggest requirement is that he can keep his mouth shut," she replied. "And be discreet. By that I mean good at sneaking around."

"Younger, older, tall, short, thin, fat, what?" he asked frowning.

"Yes, to any of the above. The most important thing from the physical side is compatibility. Some people just seem to fit better than others. It can be as simple as their smile, or how they smell, or a touch of their hand," she explained.

"Wow, that probably explains my crush on Eloise Withers," he said thoughtfully.

"And who is Eloise Withers?" Dale asked.

"She is a mousy little band geek that I have a hard time resisting when I am within three feet of her," he told her. "I can't tell you the number of times I've wanted to grab her and rain kisses down on her."

"So why haven't you?" she asked curiously.

"Well, I'm not sure she would be at all receptive to my advances for one thing," he laughed. "For another I haven't ever kissed a girl like I want to kiss Eloise."

"I think you need to find another girl to practice on then go for it with the hot band geek," she suggested.

"That's just it, she is not hot, she's thin, has terribly wild hair, dresses in baggy mismatched clothes, she plays in band, orchestra, marching band and a string quartet," he ticked off on his fingers.

"Ok, so we have a very talented girl, that marches, literally, to her own drummer. Does she dress that way because it's comfortable? Maybe she can't afford anything better. Ditto for the wild hair. Since when is thin not in?"

"Hunh, you make her sound a diamond in the rough," he said slowly.

"So where are you going to find a girl to practice your technique on?" Dale teased.

"My kissing technique you mean?" he asked.

"Not only kissing, well yes kissing, but kissing doesn't just involve your lips. You use your whole body to properly convey your intent." She explained.

"Now that, I don't understand," he told her.

"It's like this," she started then shook her head. "I can't explain this, I have to show you, stand up. Ok, I am going to kiss you using only my lips, ready?"

He nodded nervously as she moved very close then leaned in and softly kissed his lips then backed off. It was nice but didn't really do much to impress him.

"Ok, now I am going to kiss you the same way but this time I am going to put my arms around you," she said.

One hand reached around his waist, the other went behind his neck. The pressure of her lips was the same as the first kiss, but the result was entirely different.

"Holy cow, I see what you mean," he said excitedly.

"Now I'm going to do it again, this time using my body to help convey meaning," she warned him.

She held him in her arms the same way but then brought her body in until her breasts, stomach and hips molded to his. Ryan was embarrassed when he instantly got a hard on. He tried to move his middle away from hers, but she wasn't allowing that. When she finally broke the kiss before moving a few inches away he groaned a little before recovering.

"There, you see what I mean about technique?" she said, a bit out of breath.

With a shy grin he said, "I think I understand but maybe another demonstration would be helpful."

"Hmm, I think you're right, you might even be ready for an advanced lesson," she cooed.

"I'm a quick learner, what does the advanced lesson consist of?' he grinned.

"Well, it involves much more touching, in more intimate places."

"Show me, please show me." He whispered.

Dale pulled him in before wrapping her arms around him then grinding her pelvis against his hard cock. Ryan put his arms around her then rubbed up and down her back before they drifted down to caress her buns. The kisses had become much harder, their tongues got in on the act which caused them to moan.

It took a couple of minutes, but Dale's hand found it's way to the front of Ryans gym shorts. They proved not to be much of a barrier as her hand quickly dipped down the elastic waistband to find what she was looking for. "Shit, you are even bigger than your fa—fine physique suggests," she said.

His hands had come around to somewhat awkwardly caress her breasts. Dale retrieved her hand then pushed Ryan away.

"OK, lesson one is over, let's get out of these clothes and begin lesson two," she said in a rush.

"You really want to do stuff with me?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh no, I'm sorry, was I not clear?" she said as she took her plaid shirt off. "I want to take your virginity in every way I can think of. I must warn you; I have a very vivid imagination."

"Holy shit, I hope so because I am a horny teenager that jacks off every night thinking about all the perverted things I want to do to a woman," he told her.

"I hope one of those things you want to do is learn how to eat pussy, because I fucking love a tongue up my wet cunt," she informed him.