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.
Synopsis: Halley visits during Christmas Break.
December, 2016 - River House
It was Christmas week and cold. Randy had texted his Halley over the Thanksgiving weekend to wish her a happy 19th birthday and she had thanked him and told him she missed him, but otherwise the communication between the two erstwhile lovers had been thin. In fact, other than a handful of texts, damn near nothing.
At the family get-together on Christmas day at Randy's parents' house, he had been sitting in a chair in the corner when he noticed her appear to his right, wearing a jean jacket, black gauchos, and boots. She was four feet from him; bent over at the waist with a hand on her knee, a red Solo cup in the other hand and grinning at him.
Randy broke into a smile as she sat on a stool beside him and she leaned over and quietly greeted him, "Hello asshole, long time no see."
The house was filled with close to forty people and he wasn't going to give anything away after a summer of fucking his grand step-niece (see previous stories), but he smiled as she placed her hand on his.
They conversed about school and her first semester of college and when she got asked to help give out presents, she stood and whispered forcefully to him, "Do not leave before we talk again."
Later, as the cleanup of torn paper and boxes was taking place, she slightly nodded him toward the back door, and he followed. Outside she turned to him in the darkness around the corner of the house, their breath visible in the cold. "I want to kiss you so bad, but we can't risk someone walking up on us. When can I see you?"
Randy looked behind him and listened, then turned back to her, "I have left everything open for you all week because I didn't know what your plans were or if you even had any. Hell, I didn't even know if you wanted any plans. How about New Year's Eve?"
Halley shook her head, "I have a party with friends from high school, but I can cancel that."
"No, no. Don't do that. How about the night before?"
"That will work. Can I come early?"
"You can come whenever you want, I've been waiting all fall," and she pouted her lips. "Now you go back in the house the way we came, and I'll walk slowly around and come back from the other side," and she looked quickly behind him, kissed him quickly on the lips and was gone. Randy waited ten minutes to separate their re-entry.
*
The late afternoon of December 30th found Randy dressed in khakis and a white dress shirt, on which he had rolled the sleeves up to the elbow. He paced while he waited and caught himself checking the time too often, which wasn't like him.
'Damn, this is worse than fucking high school shit,' he thought as the seconds ticked by.
When Halley came to the front door, she wore jeans and a red turtleneck sweater that came up tight to her chin and she had her long blonde hair in a bun at the back of her head. She carried a large leather purse and Randy greeted her at the door. She closed and turned his back to the door, kissing him fiercely and sucking all the air from his mouth as she did so.
Randy palmed the round ass that he had missed for four months as she continued to reacquaint herself with his mouth. Breaking for air, she grinned broadly and leaned her head back to take him in, "God I've missed that. How 'bout a drink?" and she took his hand and led him to the bar. He thought to himself, as he took in her long legs all the way up to her ass, that she had avoided the "freshman fifteen" so far and still had the look of the coltish high school senior that he had begun fucking last spring.
Intrigued, he calmly asked her what she wanted to drink, and she asked for Pinot Grigio. He apologized to her because he did not have any whites and poured her a Bordeaux instead and one for himself. Halley did not sit, instead she walked off toward and down to the living room. Randy followed.
When they had settled in on the leather couch and each taken a sip from their glass, she looked around as if to reacquaint herself with the place and then turned to him and asked in wonder, "You already took your Christmas tree down?"
Randy smirked, "I don't put up a tree. There ain't nobody here but me, I know it's Christmas so there's no need to decorate. If there were more traffic on the river, I might put up some stuff but let's face it, I'm pretty much isolated out here."
"That's sad," Halley replied and took another sip of the wine.
Shaking it off, he asked for the real scoop on her first semester, "the stuff you couldn't say in a crowd."
Halley told him in detail what classes she had taken and filled him in on her excellent grades and then took a deep breath and settled herself before continuing, "Also, I met someone. I have you to thank, or blame, for breaking me out of my shell."
It was not a surprise, he half expected it. He knew from the beginning that it would occur. Nevertheless, he felt the first pangs of melancholy set in as he responded positively.
"You're 19 now, it's about time. When do I get to meet him or are you scared to introduce me to him?" this with a tight smile and a touch more enthusiasm than he felt.
"You don't get to meet him; you turned my last boyfriend gay," and she teased him with a broad smile of her own.
