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 and fictional. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: Halley finally shows up
June, 2018 -- River House
'if traffics good i'll be there by noon'
It was the last Wednesday of June and Randy had been awakened by the text. He had made a quick trip back to the River House to take care of some pressing financial business.
That one line was all she had sent and he almost called to ask what was up. He had not seen Halley since New Year's. It had now been six months and the last they had communicated she'd told him it would possibly be August before she could get away.
He'd wondered several times what was up. Why the silence? It did not bother him at all when any of the others did not communicate for months, or even years. He never thought about it. Nor did it bother him when any of the others chose not to return. Occasionally he did ponder that, but he wasn't bothered because there was always some other female to fuck. Why was Halley different?
By the time noon arrived, Randy was ready to explode, not only with questions but from sexual tension. His cock was hard as a rock and aching to get out of his chinos.
She entered without knocking and came straight through the foyer to find him sitting on the couch in the living room. Randy had turned his head when he heard the door open and tracked her all the way until she stopped in front of him. She had sandals on, with a pair of white cotton dress shorts and a black, loose-fitting top that had two-inch shoulder straps and easily revealed that she was bra-less. Despite the color of the top, he could tell her puffy nipples were erect, but thought they appeared more prominent. She looked like she had gained a cup size, 32C's now.
They each waited for the other to speak as he stood up and she rushed to him. All of the physical things that each of them had pent-up inside came rushing out as they kissed, desperately trying to remove their clothing. It was as if they were trying to eat each other as their mouths and hands worked. Neither had spoken a word.
Halley reached down between them and took his erect cock to her pussy, inserting the head inside and gasping as it re-sized her, the longed for reacquaintance happening at last. It was a need that had to be filled and it had to be filled right then.
Randy reached under both her thighs and picked her up, mounting her standing and she resumed kissing him deeply. She moaned as her hips slid down onto him fully and squealed into his mouth when he roughly readjusted her body and started to pound her with quick, short strokes.
For twenty minutes, the sound of their savage carnal dealings filled the glass walled room and they ended up on the floor with Halley on top. She had cum twice and he once by the time they slowed to a stop and she wrapped her body atop his as they clutched each other like they would never let go.
Finally, she sat up and readjusted her long, wheat-straw colored hair as she stared at him, her hips situated just above his pelvis. They still had yet to say a word as she reached down and caressed his jaw with her hand and wet her lips.
"I can only stay until six tomorrow morning. I have a shift at noon."
"Okay," was his raspy reply. His cleared his throat and continued, "You took a big chance. I could have been on the Outer Banks."
"I know, that's why I sent the text this morning, so if you weren't here, I could turn around before I got too far."
Randy just lay there and waited to see where she wanted to take this.
After a minute of searching his face, Halley finally spoke again.
"I probably owe you an explanation and an apology."
"No --," he started, but she hushed him with a fingertip lightly on his lips.
"Don't. This is hard enough. I've missed you terribly. I can't tell you the number of times I've picked up my phone and then put it down. I knew if I heard your voice that I'd have to come up here. I didn't text for the same reason; it would only lead to me wanting to be with you."
She brushed the back of her hand across his cheek and rubbed a thumb over his eyebrow before continuing.
"It's hell not being with you. I had to come today because it was driving me literally nuts and I'm sorry that I can only stay the one night. I work all the time; two jobs and school and I do my schoolwork and it's very hard to make ends meet and pay for it all. I've saved up since January just to make sure I had the gas money to get up here and back."
Randy's eyes changed and she immediately knew what he was thinking. "And don't you even think about putting more than a thousand into my account. We've had that discussion before."
Randy smiled and Halley continued, "Yeah my asshole, I can read your face. That thousand is what I eat off and pay my rent and utilities with," and then she got a little smile on her face, "and a few other things I'm saving for. I don't want any of your money. A thousand a month is too much as it is. You must let me do this my way."
"Okay," he replied. Randy did not like it, but he could not argue against it because of the determination that she showed. Still, there was more than enough to pay for all of it a thousand times over, just sitting in his account.
"You've put this horrible gnawing inside me that I have become all too familiar with over the last two years. And by horrible, I don't mean it's bad, I mean it's difficult to deal with. My body keeps telling me that it wants you again and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it. I find myself thinking every day about a way to come be with you. It's so bad that I find myself taken away by it when I'm studying, or in class, or at work, and that's a problem at times."
She let out an exasperated breath and got off him, then reached her hand out to help him up, "All this talking is wasting time," and when he stood, she pulled him along behind her to his bedroom, talking as she walked.
"There is no one else. I don't have time for anyone else. Hell, I don't have time for you, except every night in the dreams that come without fail."
When he did not reply she turned back to look at him, "I know that's what you were thinking the last six months, that I was fucking someone else down in Savannah."
