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 forty-five 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: Impulse gets a former student snowed in
February, 2018 - River House
During the first week of January Randy studied Halley's (see previous Halley stories for background if you'd like) financial plan and found it sound. She had covered all the bases and he was impressed with her work. It was becoming evident that she had a good head on her shoulders, even if fucking him was her passion. He sent her a text with his seal of approval, but kept it appropriate just in case somehow it was seen by others.
He spent some time reflecting on the last two and a half years. He had been a player until his mid-forties, but had never married. Partly because he allowed work to get in the way and partly because he found too many willing sluts to fuck. Then he had fallen in love and after a few years that had ended badly, and he had gone dormant for almost two decades.
A chance encounter in a restaurant had brought him out of his stasis and the man who had emerged was edgier, more intense, and more dominant. The money had made a difference, not having to have a job had freed him up to be as provocative as he could get away with, short of a lawsuit. But he was confident he could read the signs well enough to avoid those, and he had the videos as backup if need be. Society had changed and so had the rules, but that age-old yearning had not. It was rooted deep inside, at least for a few. He found that he enjoyed the hunt for those few.
At the moment, that was of little concern to him as he sat and watched the gray clouds of winter. What he wondered about the most as he sat there was how many willing sluts he had let pass by, without even a sniff, during his dormancy.
"Lost opportunities," he said aloud as he rose to make some coffee, "that won't happen again."
*
A month later, he was growing restless. Winter always made Randy that way. He abhorred cold weather, but still, he felt the need to get out of the house and searched online to find something, anything, to occupy his mind.
The small Southern city near where Randy had grown up had been founded four hundred years ago. It still had narrow streets in the old downtown area, most of the buildings there being remnants of the horse and buggy days of the late 1800s and early 1900s. A few of them were even older.
There was a theater downtown that had opened during America's first Progressive Movement to show silent movies and host traveling troupes before progressing as time passed to show the new talking films. When the move of businesses to the outskirts came and the vibrancy of downtown withered, it had stood vacant for many years in the late sixties and the seventies. In the early eighties, a local group put together the money to buy and refurbish it, turning it into a community theater for local productions.
It was at that theater Randy found himself, late on a cold Friday afternoon, to take in a production of "Bonnie and Clyde." Standing in line for a ticket, he recognized a familiar ass in front of him, although it was slightly wider now and accompanied by a male. It was Averie, from three and a half years before. She was the one that got him started back on the hunt.
"Hello, Averie. Long time, no see."
Randy could tell by the movement of her shoulders that she recognized his voice, yet she turned with a broad, toothy smile and introduced him to her husband. Randy hadn't known she had married, but shook hands and congratulated them both.
Averie must have felt the need to explain as she told her spouse, "This was one of my teachers. One of my favorite teachers. He taught me a lot, things that I still use today."
Randy could tell that the husband was intrigued, but before he could comment the ticket lady commanded his attention and they both turned back to the booth.
"Have a good time at the show," Randy said and when Averie turned back to thank him, Randy winked at her. She showed just the slightest hint of a blush and then a smile before she went back to her husband.
'Oh to be a fly on the wall when they get home tonight,' he thought to himself as he grinned.
When his turn came, Randy purchased a ticket on the next to last row for a seat that was three spots from the aisle. He entered and seated himself, his overcoat in his lap, and was perusing the handbill when someone plopped themself down in the seat beside him and said "Hey!"
He turned to view long, dark blonde hair and a pair of greyish-blue eyes above a slim Roman nose and the lightest of freckles set in fair skin. Liz was an Honors student he had taught in the last year of his career and she couldn't have been more than 24 years old.
"Hello, Liz. How are you?"
"Generally bored, but I'm excited for the play. How have you been?"
Randy closed the handbill and gave her his attention. She had always put on the air of Miss Prim & Proper with the slight hint of a wild side. Randy saw the wild side in the glint of her eyes even now.
"I've been well Liz, just waiting on the sap to start rising."
"The what?"
"Spring, Liz. I'm waiting on spring."
"Oh, I know, hasn't it been the weirdest winter? Seventy degrees one day and twenty the next," and she lightly touched his forearm as she spoke. "I heard you retired. What are you up to now?"
A couple of replies ran quickly through his mind, but none of them struck the right tone and he settled, "I'm up to a life of leisure. I do what I want to do, when I want to do it, and for as long as I want to. How about you? What are you doing... after college?" and he asked the last as a question because he didn't know if she had finished yet or not.
Liz's face turned sour and she looked out toward the stage. "I didn't finish college. I dropped out. Two years was all I could stomach. It just wasn't for me," and she turned back to Randy. "Are you disappointed in me?"
"Have you found yourself?" he asked.
"I think so. I teach dance and work at a pre-school, and I love it. It's not a lot of money, but I do well enough for me."
"Then I'm not disappointed. If you were stuck in a job that you hated and were wasting years of college, then I would be disappointed."
Randy then reached across her and picked up her right hand to examine. "No ring, don't tell me you gave up on guys too."
