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.
Author's Notes: Sorry so long between stories. It's hell getting old. I have had some health issues (which included a pretty bad bout with Covid) and that put the brakes on my writing as it took some time to get well and then I had to wait for the mood to strike me again. I had about six installments after this one in some state of construction at the first of the year, and just now got around to finishing this one. I still need to grind on the others some more, although #24 has been finished since Christmas. Thanks to those who inquired about my continuing the stories. I also got some feedback that stated that the series had devolved into a series of women in which the story was essentially the same (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, etc.), only the name of the woman changed. There is truth to that. It is on purpose, although it had not fully crystallized in my mind until the feedback and my consideration of it. In reality, it is the overarching point of the series; all the main character does is have sex. In the last third of the series, he will come to a realization; that part of the series has already been written. Until then there are a number of former students, new acquaintances, and horny returnees that Randy needs to bang before he's done. If that's good for you ... great! If it's not your thing, that's okay too. Thank you for staying around this long.
Synopsis: Ellie sports new jewelry while hanging around
May, 2018 - OBX House
Randy had stayed at his Outer Banks house after the raucous Spring Break week with the sisters, Ellie and Mina. It had been an interesting week, but having the two there together had also produced its own background drama between the siblings. Ellie was coming back for Memorial Day weekend and drama wouldn't be a problem as Mina had decided that she'd had enough. Spending time with him wasn't for everybody, and he was okay with that. There would always be somebody else to fuck.
For the first time ever, he had reviewed the video of one of his escapades. Typically, he only watched to quickly edit a video, cutting out the dead parts where there were no interactions and rarely watching the sex. But this had been his first time with two females, and he wanted to figure out exactly what had happened and how he could do a better job of it. 'Best practice' was what they had called it in the latter days of his teaching career. Back then he had thought it bullshit, but found it of some use now.
He had also spent some time in closer inspection of the beach house; maintaining, cleaning, repairing as needed. As he worked around the house, an aesthetic idea came to him, and he spent a few days researching and mulling exactly what he wanted and how it could be engineered.
The Monday before Memorial Day he called the business he had selected and explained exactly what he wanted done. The business owner wanted to come out to the house, but Randy held him off.
Instead, he emailed an exact schematic of the pool deck to him. He also sent a CAD of the project, which was to add a glassed railing to the pool deck. The owner told Randy he would call him back that afternoon with the particulars after studying what he had sent and going over it with his team.
As Randy waited, Ellie had texted and confirmed that she would be coming out on Friday. He thought of the short, twenty-one-year-old blonde with the sapphire blue eyes, the 34DD orbs, the magnificent ass and how much fun he was going to have with her in just a few days' time. He got up for another bottle of water. He had been making sure to drink more than usual in the weeks leading up to her visit to help with the amount of semen he produced. He'd read that once and really didn't know if it worked or not but practiced it just the same, simply because more water couldn't hurt.
When the contractor called back, he didn't seem as excited about the project. Randy got the sense that he felt the price would be too high.
Specifically, the project was to install 3" thick, black powder coated, steel railing around the entire perimeter of the pool deck with 1/2" thick Lexan glass that could be removed easily in preparation for a hurricane. There would be three openings down to the beach, one at the gazebo, one in the middle of the deck facing the ocean and one on the southern end. Each of the steel standards would be lighted and if Randy wished, he could change the color of the lighting.
The contractor sounded almost embarrassed as he quoted the price to Randy over the phone as it approached six figures. He was speechless when Randy told him if they could start at 8 a.m. the Tuesday after Memorial Day that he would pay double, in cash.. After a few seconds of stammering to regain his balance, the contractor agreed.
"Fine," Randy continued, "I'll be there Thursday with the first half of the payment."
When that call ended, Randy dialed up the local branch of his bank and spoke with the manager, informing him of the amount of cash he would need to withdraw on Thursday morning so that a sufficient amount would be on hand. The manager informed Randy that the bank would have to notify the IRS.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Fuck 'em," Randy replied, and the manager was laughing as Randy clicked off.
Taking brown paper grocery bag with him to the bank three days later to carry the payment, Randy delivered it to the contactor and was promised that the workers would be there on Tuesday morning, bright and early.
***
Friday before Memorial Day
When Friday arrived, Randy awoke excited. He took his walk on the beach and thought about how much he enjoyed Ellie's company and that he really enjoyed fucking her. He had noticed how flexible she seemed to be and wanted to test the limits of her capabilities right at the start of her visit. Ellie texted mid-morning that she was about to leave, and he settled in to pass the six hours it would take her to arrive by going to the playroom and straightening things up in preparation.
Around 4 o'clock, he heard a car horn and went out to find her dressed in jeans that were ripped at the knees, a thick, white, long-sleeved, t-shirt and suede ankle boots. She still had her Copper tan that was contrasted by the white nail polish on her fingers and the tee. He wondered if she ever painted the nails a different color.
His first words were not hello, but "What's this? The Salvation Army was running low on gently used clothes and only had the rags left? Or did you buy those jeans at Goodwill?"
Ellie was taken aback for a moment, but realized he was fucking with her and smiled, then retorted, "Good afternoon to you too. Did someone get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
He got her bags out of her car and rolled them in as he elaborated, "No, I just don't understand the fashion statement. Seems to me someone is ripping y'all off. But it's your choice, whether I like it or not," and he let her enter the front door first.
Ellie turned to the guest room she had stayed in just over a month ago, while Randy continued into the house without a word of correction.
She noticed he wasn't following her, stopped in confusion, did a double-take, and turned to see him headed toward his bedroom. Hustling to follow, she exclaimed, "I get to sleep with you?"
"But of course you do Ellie," he replied. "Go have a seat on the couch and I'll be with you in a moment." Before she had turned to go, he noticed that the first notch of the ratchet inside her had clicked by the tone of her voice. He wondered how long she had been sitting on 'Go'.
Moments later he joined her on the leather couch, each of them turned so they faced each other; Ellie sitting cross-legged with her hands in her lap, Randy with his right arm along the back and his right knee flat on the seat.
