Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "come see me after you graduate." Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: Teen blonde caught with boyfriend by her step-uncle, who reveals the inner self of both.
April, 2016 - River House
It had been an unusually cold and snowy winter and five months since Randy's dalliance with Persia (see previous story). He despised cold weather and thought snow was great, for five minutes, and then it became a hemorrhoid. The combination of that and the five-month dry spell after his libido had resurfaced had Randy in a foul mood all winter, not to mention he had turned 54. But now the days had started to noticeably grow longer and warmer; the sap rising in the trees and in him as well.
He was at his brother's house, having volunteered to mow his grass while he was out of town for a week. Randy got there around mid-morning and had parked behind the outbuilding in the back where his brother kept the mower. It was a large yard, but it was a warm April morning and he didn't mind the solitude as it took about two hours to mow the entire acreage.
Once the task was completed, he brought the mower back behind the outbuilding to wash it off. As he was finishing up, he heard a vehicle drive up. Knowing that no one was supposed to be there, he placed his hand on the gun at his back and peeked around the corner of the building.
He relaxed as he recognized Halley, his brother's granddaughter. Well, not really his granddaughter, at least not by blood. His brother had two sons by his first marriage, was on his second marriage and that wife came with two children of her own, a boy and a girl. They had all grown and had their own families. Halley was the oldest daughter of the wife's son and Randy had always thought that she would grow up to be a good-looking woman and she was blossoming into one as a high school senior.
Then another car pulled up and Randy recognized her boyfriend, Brandon, and it dawned on him, 'They're skipping school, wonder what they think they're gonna do.' He smiled internally as he decided to give them ten minutes and then walk in on them.
They were less than two months from graduation and both 18. Halley was at least 5'10" with long, toned legs and a nice, round ass for a tall and lean girl. She had long wheat-straw blonde hair and a slight freckling of her fair skin. He had met the short-haired blonde boy a few times at family get-togethers and had always wondered if the boy was gay. The pair did not match in Randy's view, something about it just did not click, but he had tried to write it off as just their looks, because Brandon was several inches shorter than Halley. He came from a well-to-do family with lots of money, so maybe that was the attraction for her. Randy had wondered what the attraction was for Brandon. There were rumors the dad was gay or bi-sexual and in truth, Randy suspected the son was the former and Halley was his cover or maybe the boy just didn't want to admit he was gay.
He put the lawnmower up and locked the barn door, washed his hands off and put the firearm in his SUV. Checking his watch, he saw that he needed to give them a few more minutes to get into whatever trouble they were intending, so he lit a cigarette and bided his time.
When he made his way into the house, he heard them being less than discreet in one of the spare bedrooms. They had intended to shut the door, but had left it cracked an inch and he stood back from it and observed Halley, naked and on her knees, attempting to service the boy's dick. She barely had the head in her mouth, which almost made Randy laugh because the boy was not well-endowed, and she was stroking him with only her thumb and forefinger.
Of course, it was the first time Randy had seen her naked. It was all he could do not to whistle as he estimated that she must carry around 125 pounds on her tall frame and that it probably measured about 32-25-36 with a solid B-cup. Her areolas were of the puffy type, standing out a half-inch from her rounded breast; not quite as big as a silver dollar, but with a defined, hard nipple that stood erect.
'Must be from the air conditioning because it ain't from the heat,' he mused to himself as he continued to watch and noted her pussy had a fine-haired yellow bush that he could tell had never been trimmed.
It was at this time that an idea struck Randy and he considered the implications of it for a moment or two. He dismissed the incest aspect out of hand since they were not blood kin. The clincher for him was the small spasm that he felt in his work pants and he turned to walk silently down the hall to the master bedroom. This was where the video security system was located.
He ran back the hard-drive storage video and watched them as they had entered the house. The recording clearly showed them kissing and undressing as they fumbled embarrassingly with foreplay on the couch. It was enough evidence to get them in loads of trouble however and he took a blank memory stick from a package there and made a copy of the video, all the way up to the point they had walked naked to the spare bedroom where there was no camera.
He pocketed the stick and then erased the clip from the main memory, back to the point before both their cars pulled into the driveway. He knew this system did not send alerts by phone or email when someone entered the house, so now he would be the only other person, besides the two high school seniors, who knew what had taken place here today.
It was time to spring the trap on the young lovers. He had to play this exactly right and if he succeeded, he might just kill two birds with one stone. Again, he peered through the crack and saw Brandon as he was half-on and half-off the bed and attempting put his semi-erect penis into Halley as she lay back on the bed., her legs flat on the sheets. He shook his head in ire. He wasn't necessarily mad because Brandon was attempting to fuck her, he was mad because Brandon didn't know what the hell he was doing. He strongly suspected the boy was gay and lying to himself, using Halley to cover up his inner urges. As a result, the attempt at lovemaking was as weak as the attempt at foreplay had been. Hell, he had even seen on the video he just watched that they had bumped their front teeth as they attempted to kiss.
In a smoldering rage, Randy banged the bedroom door open and caught it before it slammed into the wall and the doorknob put a hole in the sheetrock.
As he did, he all but yelled in a loud voice, "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
Brandon fell backward onto the floor and scrambled to the far wall in a reverse crabwalk to get away from the intruder, while Halley just stared, her eyes wide, the blush rising in her cheeks.
The blonde boy was the first to speak, "We, we were on our, our lunch break from school, we have open lunch and we were, well, we were," and Randy cut him off with a menacing stare.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Halley was trying to cover up with the sheet of the bed and he turned to her, "NO! Do not cover your body. I have already seen you anyway. So have the security cameras. All this is on video," and he pointed to each of them, "both of you, naked."
She turned to the boy, "Oops, I forgot about that," and Brandon tried to sink his head further between his knees. He was trying to figure a way out of this. This man standing over them had always intimidated the crap out of him and Brandon did not want anything to do with him in the least.
Halley on the other hand was mortified with embarrassment and on the verge of crying, which was rare for her as she hardly ever cried. She had always been determined to be the one that others could turn to in a crisis and this was quickly devolving into one. Unaware she began to pull the sheets to cover herself again.
Randy reached down and ripped the sheets from her hands. "What did I tell you? No covering up!" and he knew it was time to begin his gambit. He ignored the boy and bore his eyes into Halley as he spoke.
"Do not ever cover your body around me again. You have a beautiful body, but you need to learn how to use it. You're so damn sexy and you don't even know it. If you had the confidence, then you'd have the control. Trust is earned and is not to be given easily," and he pointed to the boy, "A male will tell any lie, assumed any trait, endure any thing to achieve getting in your pants," and he paused. Tilting his head toward Brandon, he continued, "On the other hand, some will fake any interest in order to prove to the world, and themselves, that they aren't gay."
