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: Flirt parlays chance encounter into discovery.
March, 2017 - River House
It had been almost three months since Randy's last time with Halley (previous story) and she was back at college. None of his other recent lays had found the urge or the nerve to make that trip down his wooded lane. He had gone into town to transfer some funds at the bank and stopped in at an sub shop for his supper. As he waited in line, he was mildly surprised to recognize a former student running the cash register.
She must be late twenties by now he thought, nicely tanned with small breasts. When tanned, her skin coloring always gave her an exotic look and was a marked contrast to her pearly white teeth. She was about 5'4" with a thin body and a trunk that was slightly longer than normal for her height, giving her hips a low-slung look.
Always walking the edge between right and wrong, she'd had several run-ins with law enforcement and several rumored sexual escapades. He remembered as well, there were bouts with various drugs in high school. Nevertheless, she was known by the faculty to be an above average student. They also knew that her best subject was salacious flirting. Her name was Megan.
When he got to the front of the line she placed both hands on the counter and pushed herself up to lean over it, so that her feet were off the ground and she was tilted over toward him, allowing him a glimpse down the undone buttons of her shirt, although there was not much to see.
"Hello Megan, how are you?"
"I'm good Coach, how 'bout you?" she smiled at him and answered in a deep, smoky voice that belied her smaller stature and gender.
He smiled back at her, "I'm good as well. I'll have a large steak and cheese all-the-way and a Pepsi or Coke, whichever y'all have."
"Pepsi," she confirmed and rung up his order, "That'll be $10.57." He paid and as he did, she let her forefinger linger on his hand as she took his twenty and returned his change.
Randy was unruffled, "Thanks Megan," and he dropped all the change in the tip jar, noting the dilation in her bloodshot eyes.
He took a seat in the dining area and watched the national sports show that was on the TV hanging on the wall. Out of the corner of his eye he was aware of her stealing looks his way as he waited.
She called his order before bagging it, which he realized as he arrived at the counter was a ploy to extend the time she had talk to him.
"You married yet?" she asked clumsily as she shook open the brown paper bag.
"Nope."
"Got a girlfriend?" she waded further into the deep water while placing the tip of her tongue on her front teeth and revealing the underside of a piercing stud.
"Nah," he replied with a smirk.
She pretended to search under the counter for napkins and a bag of chips and got neck deep as she bought time, "Don't you get lonely?" as she finally put the sought for items into the bag and handed him his order.
Taking the bag and drink, and seeing no one within earshot, he looked straight into her eyes and challenged quietly, "Who gets lonely with so many willing sluts to fuck, but it might be more than you could handle, I'd rock your world."
Momentarily flabbergasted, Megan was speechless and helplessly watched him walk out the door and to his car. After a moment she smiled and whispered to herself, "We'll see," and went back to check if any other orders were up.
He thought briefly of the encounter and his last line as he drove home. Heavy drug use was something he had no time for, though he did wonder how wild she really was for a tiny moment, before questioning why he had said it and then dismissing all of it out of hand.
*
A few weeks later Randy absentmindedly dialed the same place to put in a take-out order for his lunch. He knew it was Megan who answered the phone, but he did not acknowledge her, and she did not let on that she knew it was him, although she should have when he gave his last name and cell number. When he got there, Megan was delivering an order to a table and one of the cooks took his payment. He silently waved to her as he was leaving, not wanting to engage her again.
Later the evening, just as he was finishing cleaning up from supper, his cell phone rang. He checked it and, since the Caller ID did not show a name, he did not answer even though it was a local number.
Over the next thirty minutes the same number called his phone four more times. On the sixth call he decided it might be someone trying to reach him due to an emergency and answered.
"Damn, finally, what's a girl got to do to get a phone answered?" He recognized the voice instantly, it was Megan.
"Hello to you too Megan, how'd you get this number?"
She laughed on the other end of the call, "From your call-in order today dummy. Are you busy?"
She was being really bold, but he didn't mind that in most woman. Instantly he knew what she was after and ordinarily he would have maneuvered her over after the first encounter weeks ago, but he really didn't want to deal with her if she was still taking stuff. And then he had the thought that maybe it was best if he scared her off.
"No, not particularly busy. I was just gonna read some and call it a night. Why?"
"Read? That's boring. Why don't you let me come over and I'll show you how to party." She taunted.
