Perverts 'R' Us

Hurricane Katrina

By Valleyal ( m/f, oral, 1st )

Heath Thompson and Kathy Green had always been fated to be with each other. Their fathers had been rookie beat cops together, and now his father was a detective and hers was with the County Sheriff's Department. Both their mothers had worked for the local hospital - his in the billing office and hers was a RN. All the parents had been best friends and were pregnant at the same time. On Pearl Harbor Day back in 1992, they had both gone into labor together, with Kathy being born that afternoon and Heath that evening. The families even bought houses next to each other in the same subdivision.

Heath had grown up adoring Kathy, and she pretty much felt the same way about him. As they grew older, one thing Heath felt he must have been real dumb as a toddler, because he couldn't remember ever playing doctor with Kathy, something he had definitely missed out on. Perhaps stuff like that wasn't important to toddlers, but now as a young adolescent just starting the seventh grade, he sure wished he had memories of what Kathy looked like under her clothes. What he especially wanted was some fresh memories.

While many of their classmates had started sprouting out much earlier, Kathy really hadn't started growing anything to put in her training bra until that spring. Being only 4'9" and 85 lbs, she was the smallest in their class. Heath wasn't much bigger, being 5'2" and 102 lbs. It was like they were the two runts, but they were two happy runts. Ever since Kathy started growing boobs, Heath couldn't take his mind or his eyes off them. He dreamed of getting his hands on them.

Kathy was self-conscious about her new boobs. She was the last in her class to get some. As she looked around at everyone it seemed that she barely had anything, just a small curvature in her chest now. The way that Heath kept staring at them, with his mouth wide open and a "wow" expression on his face, made her even more self-conscious.

He was a guy, so she knew he wanted to touch her boobs - just like he probably wanted to touch every girl's in the universe. Well, maybe that part wasn't exactly right about Heath. He loved her and her only, she was sure of that. But if Mary Kate or Ashley Olsen were in front of him with no shirt or bra, even if he might not dive right in, he sure would be drooling and getting an eyeful.

That summer when Kathy wore tank tops, bare shoulder sundresses, and especially her two-piece swimsuit, Heath certainly got an eyeful. Kathy caught him staring on more occasions than they could count. He was sweet, but persistent in asking her permission to touch them sometimes, especially in their times alone together. Being a good Catholic, Kathy always said no. Being a good Catholic of Irish descent (same as her), he didn't give up and would just ask permission again next time.

Both had known for certain in the last three years that this was the boy or girl that they were someday going to marry. At age eight, before being diagnosed, Kathy had gone into a diabetic shock with a sky-high sugar level. Heath went into a panic and had told both her doctor and their priest that they had to do a miracle and make her well, because that was the girl he was going to marry some day. The word got out to everyone immediately, especially both the parents. Her condition was diagnosed and she was treating it with daily shots of insulin. Heath never forgot the shock that he could have lost her, and Kathy never forgot how concerned Heath was or how truly much he cared for her.

As they started the seventh grade, Heath loved Kathy more than life itself. He wanted to get into her bra and even her panties certainly, but even if he had to wait a good deal longer, he was certain that it would be well worth the wait. Kathy said she was scared too and wanted it to be right. She was a good girl and didn't want anyone to think she was a slut.

Almost as soon as school started, Kathy developed a cold. It wasn't bad enough to be out of school, but enough to have a runny nose and the sniffles. It was probably from not being around a lot of people during the summer and then being thrust into a roomful of 30-plus students in each class.

Kathy was just starting to feel a bit better as news of a Hurricane hitting the Florida Keys came on TV. They were saying this was looking like it would be a bad one once it hit the gulf. They didn't live on the coast, but about 40 miles inland, still too close if the Hurricane came directly toward them, like Hurricane Ivan did the year before. During that one, both of the kids had been evacuated far inland with their respective grandparents. All the parents were in jobs that it was necessary they stay. Electricity had remained out for almost two weeks and even today you could still easily find much of the destruction.

But this new Hurricane was supposed to be heading towards Louisiana. It was a bad one, but it would be far West of them. They would get a lot of rain and even some wind, but nothing like the people in its path. Both Heath and Kathy took note of it, but were not really that concerned.

During most of that weekend, the parents were setting up their precautions. Because of their jobs, at least the two Dads and Mrs. Green would have to working many hours - before, during, and after the hurricane. Working in the hospital office, his Mom wouldn't have any real primary responsibility, unless the storm was anything like Ivan.

As they went to bed that Sunday evening, the Hurricane had turned. Instead of heading towards Louisiana it had turned and was heading directly for the Mississippi Gulf Coast. That was still a bit to the West, but it was now much closer than they planned. Both of the Green parents had left for work just past midnight and his Heath's Dad about the same time.

In the past day or so, Kathy's cold had returned. Her Mom said something about the barometric pressure. With them both being out, she had asked Heath's Mom to look in on Kathy some and to have her over if her cold got any worse or the storm got too bad.

Just before dawn, his Mom awakened Heath. It had been raining some when he had gone to bed, but now he could tell it was raining hard outside. She woke him up, telling him that they had just called her on her cell and said that the hurricane was closer to them than the meteorologists had predicted. She was needed at the hospital. She might not be a nurse, but was knowledgeable enough to do certain things and be helpful.

Electricity was still on as well as the water, but the cable and phone lines were already dead. She showed Heath where the candles, flashlights, batteries, lamps, and matches were in case the electricity did go off, and she had him fill the tub full of water. He also filled all of their ice chests with either water or ice, and he had to promise her not to open the refrigerator or freezer unless absolutely necessary. The last thing on his list was to go next door and get Kathy, which he did around sunrise. There wasn't any sun to see, with all of the dark clouds, but the sky had at least lightened up.

Heath should have put on a poncho or at least gotten an umbrella. One was by the front door. He didn't, so about half a second after going outside, he was soaked to the bone. Rain was falling in sheets and the wind was howling. Kathy was awake, but still in bed when Heath got there. Perhaps she should have gotten more dressed, but she left the house with Heath still dressed in just her nightie and panties. There was an umbrella by her front door as well as two ponchos in the hall closet. Neither one of the kids thought of that as they dashed out the door into her yard, over to his, and then inside his home. Both were completely soaked when they got there.

The electricity was off completely in the house by now. The two kids were extremely soaked and as Heath gave Kathy a towel to dry off, she remembered she had forgotten her insulin. As she was headed back out, Heath volunteered to go get it for her. They would keep it in one of the ice chests so it would remain cold.

As Heath returned, he was just as soaked as before. Kathy had lit one of the candles as well as put on a flashlight. Her nightie was completely soaked and was virtually transparent. Heath's loins were in overdrive as he saw her this way, but he also saw that she was shivering cold. Realizing that she didn't bring any dry clothes with her, he volunteered to go back again, this time bringing her something else to wear. Seeing that Heath was just as wet as she was, if not even more so, Kathy suggested that they both change into something dry. She could wear something of his.

He let her go first. It was about this time his cell rang and it was his Mom. He told her he had just picked Kathy up and she was now there. When his Mom asked to speak with Kathy, he told her she was changing into dry clothes and she could speak to her in another minute. His Mom laughed and said that if she had just started changing it would be a lot longer than a minute before Kathy was done. She then got to the real reason for calling. She wanted them both to go into the basement and to wait the hurricane out there. Heath promised her that they would and began preparing the basement, since it seemed it would be a while before Kathy was done changing.

The basement was more like a dirt cellar dug out below the house. There were four metal folding chairs down there, but those really wouldn't be that comfortable to sit on for hours. In one of the corners, the dirt floor and wall seemed to curve together, so it was there that Heath spread out some blankets, quilts, and pillows and made sort of a pallet. Beside it he set a couple of crates so that could sort of be a makeshift table. He took down one of the ice chests with cold drinks inside as well as some snacks. He tried to make it as comfortable as could be.

Meanwhile Kathy was in Heath's bedroom trying desperately to figure out which of his clothes to wear. She saw a few pairs of his sweat pants. They would have been warm and comfortable, but she wanted to look pretty for him, and sweat pants were definitely not pretty.

As she looked around she saw that he didn't have anything pretty or girly. Then, looking in one of his drawers she found two pairs of matching boxers. At home she had a few pairs of boxers that she wore as shorts. They looked cute on her, she thought. The ones he had in his drawer were more the underwear kind. She decided they would have to do. As far as panties were concerned, since hers were soaking wet, he didn't have anything of the sort she could wear. Under no circumstances was she going to put on a pair of his tightie-whitie Fruit-of-the-Looms.

Going into his parents' bedroom and wearing some of his mom's was out of the question too, since his mom was twice her size. So it would have to be boxers and nothing under them. She found some of his footie-socks, so she would wear that. There couldn't be a bra either, for the same reason of her not being anywhere near the size of his mom.

Finally she picked out one of his tee shirts that matched up in color to the boxers she had picked out for herself. She wouldn't be wearing much, just a tee shirt, boxers, and socks. Finally, as she got dressed, she decided to pick him some dry clothes. So they would match, she set out the other pair of boxers and then matched it up in color to another one of his tee shirts. She also included some footie-socks for him. Still trying to decide about whether to set him out any of his tightie-whities, she was startled again by him knocking on the door asking if she was done yet. He had already knocked four times. He was a guy and she thought he just doesn't understand how difficult it is to pick out just the right things to wear. As he knocked, she just gave up and handed him his bundle as she came out.

Heath thought, "WOW!" and that he had never seen his boxers or one of his tee shirts look so good. She then handed him some of the same clothes, which seemed to match in every way but the color. He supposed that Kathy must want him to be her twin. He didn't think he looked one bit like Kathy, but if this made her happy, then he was all for it. He then closed the door to finally change out of the wet clothes he had been shivering in, waiting forever for her to finish.

As he set out the bundle, he noticed a glaring omission - no pants. The boxers were underwear. The way Kathy seemed to have been wearing the ones she had on, she wore them as outerwear. But then, she didn't set him out anything to wear under the boxers if she had wanted him to wear them as outerwear. Didn't she realize that there were just two snaps on them and a wide slit that that opened wide enough that you didn't even have to pull them off to pee out of? Then he thought, "She really didn't realize, did she?" but not realize about him, realize about herself! Two snaps and the whole thing could be undone on her. Or, better yet, there was a wide, gaping slit that opened on the boxers she was wearing.

Heath dried off, dressed quickly, and was back in the kitchen with Kathy in no time. He reopened the trap door leading down into the basement and helped her climb down the ladder. He showed her the pallet that he had prepared and hoped she would find it comfortable. He was fixing them both a cold soda as she set a candle on his makeshift table of crates. Other than the flashlight he held in his hand, the candle was the only other thing to provide any light. There wasn't much light from the candle, but to Kathy it made everything more cozy and warm.

Before settling down, Kathy had to inform Heath that it was already a little bit past due time for her to take an insulin shot. Heath knew that she took shots in her butt to regulate her blood sugar. Handing her the flashlight, he went into the farthest corner to give her some privacy. He even said he would turn his back. Putting the needle into the insulin bottle, Kathy prepared the shot. Still trying to hold the flashlight in one hand and the needle in the other, she didn't really have a free hand to hold back the boxers, unless she just pulled them way down and let them hang that way. If she used just one hand to barely open them, she wouldn't have a free hand for holding the flashlight in the darkness or give herself the shot with.

She could ask Heath to give her the shot, but he seemed desperately afraid of shots of any kind. If she asked him to pull back and hold the boxers open for her, but then it would be like she was desperate, and therefore worse than a ho' and slut. That wouldn't do. Maybe she could ask Heath to come closer and hold the flashlight for her. He was sure to peek, but that seemed to her to be the best of all choices. She did ask Heath and he did peek. He learned that she had an extremely cute butt as well as the fact that she had nothing on under his boxers.

For several hours the two kids sat on the pallet, waiting Hurricane Katrina out. They could hear the storm raging above them. The house shook at times when the wind was at its heaviest. The rain poured constantly. Heath could see that Kathy was cold, so he used one of the quilts and they covered up in it. He put his arm around her as they held each other and innocently cuddled and snuggled.

During the peak of the storm, they heard a loud crash. The crash seemed real close and they went to investigate. Climbing up the ladder they noticed that a big tree limb had crashed on the patio deck. It had even broken some of the glass on the sliding door leading from there to the den. They climbed back down the ladder, being thankful that no more damage than that had been done so far.

As they sat back down again, side-by-side, Kathy reached for Heath's hand to hold it and he obviously let her. They both leaned back to recline some on the pallet. Still holding hands, Heath soon realized where their hands were, or more so her hand since it was the one on the bottom.

Soon enough, Kathy felt something growing underneath her fingertips. It was growing straight into the palm of her hand. Heath was speechless as his erection grew. Then he started apologizing and saying it was his all his fault and he would move her hand away. He moved his hand away, but she let go and kept her hand where it was. With only just the gentle candle providing any light, slowly and tenderly she moved her fingers. It began to grow through the open slit and the head was out touching the skin of her palm. Kathy finally spoke and told Heath that if he ever said anything to anyone she would never speak to him again.

Looking directly into her eyes, Heath nodded his answer. Silently she unsnapped one, then the other snap. Gazing back at him with fire in her eyes, she said again that he'd better not ever tell a soul about what she was about to do. This time he whispered back that for sure he wouldn't tell anyone.

With that Kathy slowly lowered her head. She was scared and terrified, but thrilled at the same time. She had always dreamed of having a cock in her mouth, but was afraid that she wouldn't like it. What if it would be too big and not fit, or it tasted bad, or he would think she was a slut if she liked it? What if someone found out, or she really did like it? What if she wouldn't know how to do it right, or Heath didn't like it, or Heath might like it and brag to his friends? What if her parents found out, or her priest? Any number of strange and scary thoughts such as these had always interrupted her dreams.

But she lowered her head and began kissing it first. She tasted the pre-cum that was leaking out. It tasted kinda blah, not good, but not exactly bad either. As she eased her lips over it, she was surprised at how soft it felt - sort of spongy-soft, with just a bit of stiffness. It had grown even more since her fingers first touched it, but it was not going to grow so big that it would make her gag. Actually she liked it quite a lot, even though it was leaking out even more of the sticky stuff.

Heath was in Heaven. Never in his wildest imagination had he figured on getting a blowjob. Yeah, some day in the future, but to hit a home run before he had ever got to first base? Her mouth was doing things to him that he could never have done with just his hand. If she was doing things the right or wrong way, he never knew. From the moment her lips first went over the head, he had started leaking semen out. He couldn't stop. Every time her tongue passed over the head, he squirted out more.

Every time Kathy put all of it in her mouth her nose brushed against the little bit of pubic hair he had. She giggled since it tickled a bit. As she kept licking with her tongue, she wondered when and if it would stop leaking out. She had always figured it would be dry, then he would shudder and all of a sudden it would start squirting, and then too much would come out. The way it was happening was it would squirt out some, she would lick around the sides a bit then lick the tip again and a little more would come out, never being too much. Lick the tip and get something to taste. Lick the tip again and get another taste. She thought, "This is way cool!"

I don't think two people ever enjoyed a blowjob any more than these two twelve-year-olds did during that rainy Monday afternoon, waiting out Hurricane Katrina. Even when Kathy's jaw began to tire, she still sat with her head leaned on his thigh and his cock resting on her lips. It had even gone soft three times, but all she had to do was kiss it to make it grow back. It was the coolest thing to be able to make it go soft one minute and grow the next.

Heath even got up the nerve to begin to push it in and out of her mouth, sort of like fucking her mouth. Since it never was going into her throat and making her gag, she let him and found out she liked it too. Once or twice her teeth had passed over it and she noticed his flinches. She determined to not come close to biting it.

Heath's cock was being sucked and licked so much it was actually starting to feel raw. He had still yet to see those titties or what was in her boxers, and at the moment, he could care less. He was getting the best blowjob anybody had ever gotten.

Kathy's jawbone was starting to throb some. She still didn't want to stop. Long earlier, it had stopped squirting with only a periodic drip. She still loved the feel of it against her lips. Now that she had discovered Heath's cock she never wanted to let it out of her mouth.

And then they heard noises. They finally stopped what they were doing, smoothing out any disheveled clothing - mainly his - by re-snapping the boxers and putting his cock back inside. With no other sound forthcoming, Heath went to the ladder to see what possibly had caused the noise. They weren't sure of the time and had originally thought it might be one of his parents. Kathy followed behind him.

Shining his flashlight into the almost fully dark house Heath saw what surely must have made the noise. Two cats that they recognized belonged to a neighbor down the street were in the kitchen-soaking wet. When the light of the flashlight shined on them they immediately scooted out the broken sliding glass door and were gone from sight. Heath and Kathy burst into laughter.

It was then that they heard Heath's cell phone ringing. He answered and it was his mom. She was just wondering how they were doing. She then handed the phone to Mrs. Green who was beside her who in turn wanted to speak with Kathy. Kathy said "yeah" a couple of times and then, "I love you too, bye." Heath inquired as to what Mrs. Green wanted to know. Kathy giggled and said her Mom wanted to know if she had had enough to eat and drink (Heath remembered the soda he had made for her that still remained over on the card-table un-tasted) and then asked if Heath was taking good care of her. They both burst out laughing.

They then climbed back down the ladder and returned to the basement. Heath was determined that now he was gonna get at those titties. Still standing, he walked up to Kathy and hugged her. Tugging on her tee shirt, he began to raise it. Even after he had raised it above her chest he kept tugging, intending to pull it over her head. His back was to the ladder and didn't hear any sounds from above. In the faint candlelight, he could see Kathy in profile, since the candle was behind her. He had not yet gotten a good look, nor even touched them but he intended to touch those titties he always dreamed of. He began to reach out to touch them.

All of a sudden an extremely bright Mag-lite lit up the entire basement as Heath heard the words "Son...there better not be any shenanigans going on down there." Coming down the ladder after his father was hers. Kathy couldn't get the tee shirt back on quicker.

Heath expected to get shot. They both carried guns. Not a word was said as all four climbed the ladder and went into the much dryer living room. Finally her dad said, "We thought y'all might be hungry, so we stopped by to bring you some sandwiches."

Her dad walked Kathy home, but stayed in the yard to talk further with Mr. Thompson. Out of sight of the kids they burst into laughter, saying that must have been embarrassing. Mr. Green then added about stopping them from reaching first base. In his room, Heath thought of Kathy and hitting a home run. Kathy just thought of when the next time was going to be that she could get his cock back into her mouth, where she was sure it now belonged.