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: Retired teacher runs into mixed race, flirty student and he calls her bluff, anally.
October, 2016 - River House
The leaves had already begun to change, some of them falling from the trees as mid-October had turned cold. Football weather. Randy usually went to one game a year at the last school he taught at before retiring. As he parked his car and made his way toward the gate of the stadium, he noticed that the hustle and bustle was more than what would be normal and realized it must be the annual Homecoming game.
He thought to himself, 'Dammit, I picked the wrong Friday night. Already here now, no need to leave. I'll just stay 'til halftime and go home 'cause I'm not staying through that long-ass halftime shit.'
He took up residence along the sideline fence near one end zone and settled in, saying hello to several acquaintances and former students but not engaging in extended conversation. He was trying to remain incognito even though he had donated a large amount of money to the school.
The home team had a good first quarter and if it kept up the game would be over by halftime, which suited his plan well. He was bent over leaning on the fence with his forearms folded upon it as the second quarter started when someone came up behind him and used their knee to collapse one of his and cause him to dip. He caught himself before falling and turned to see a former student from at least 12 years earlier and exclaimed, "Dammit, Mariah. You always was playing around," and he turned and gave her a hug, careful not to slosh her cup of coffee on either of them.
She joined him in leaning on the fence and picked up right where she had left off twelve years earlier in flirting with him while catching up on what each had been up to in the interim. He noticed that her coffee had a touch of creamer in it, turning it a shade of brown that matched her skin. She began to surreptitiously rub the side of her hip against him as she continued, asking, "Coach, you fuck black girls?"
Briefly taken aback, Randy laughed at her and briefly, but overtly, glanced at her luscious, over-sized ass, coming back with, "I'm very picky Mariah. Very picky. But that's not one of the things I'm picky about. It's more about a certain look, but not a defined look. It's more of a feel. I know when I know." He paused, "Now, I have a question for you."
"Okay," she said quickly as she took a sip of her coffee and turned toward him.
"Why do most mixed-race folk always identify themselves as black?"
Her eyes ticked to the side in thought.
After a moment she looked at him, "I don't know. Never really thought about it. Maybe because everyone else looks at us as black."
"I think you're right," he agreed as the second quarter drew to a close. "Welp, this is where I depart."
She looked disappointed, "What? You're not staying for the Homecoming Queen and her court?"
He half-laughed, "Nah, not my thing. Always thought it was a waste of a good thirty minutes. It was really nice seeing you and your ass though Mariah. Thank you for stopping by to say hello and making my night."
She hugged him tightly and he couldn't help but feel her extra-large tits as he cupped her ass and pulled her in tighter. She took another sip of coffee as she watched him walk away and the warmth of it in her throat was no match for the warmth that had built between her legs and she decided.
As Randy exited the gate and headed toward his car, he heard her behind him trotting to catch up as she called to him, "Coach, wait up a sec!"
Almost to his car, he stopped and turned as she approached, "Yes Mariah?" and he watched her chest bounce as she slowed her trot.
"What are your gonna do, I mean, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?"
"Well, I was planning on going home and getting warm. Why? Did you have something in mind?"
She couldn't bring herself to say it straight out, but she hinted all around it, "Well, it's cold and you know, I thought maybe, you know, you could, ah, show me your house and warm me up, err, I mean let me get warm too. Yeah, maybe you could show me where you live?"
He smiled in satisfaction, but mentally reminded himself that the fish wasn't in the boat yet. She had always engaged him with flirting when she had been in his history class and he had always parried with her. Now retired, there was no need to parry anymore and he was too blunt for maybes, so her turned and continued to his car, holding a finger up behind him and beckoning her to follow.
Arriving at his Lincoln, he hit the remote and started it up before turning to her and asking for her phone.
"What'cha want my phone for?" she asked.
"You want to come to my house; you need the address. I'm going to put it in your phone and also my cell number, okay?"
She smiled and gave up the phone. He looked at the screen and immediately gave it back. "Unlock it."
