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: Gabbie delivers a birthday present.
November, 2018 -- River house
Friday
Randy had been on a conference call with his CPA and lawyer for an hour by nine a.m. on the second day of November. They had discussed the progress of the farm co-op and then turned to another project he had been working on that had finally closed. At 9:30 Randy drove to the lawyer's office to sign the papers on his new acquisition. Although his CPA had been leery of the move, Randy felt good.
After the signing he stopped by the grocery store and was recognized in the bread aisle by a former student.
Kristi was as tall as Randy and slim, but not skinny, with just enough curve in just the right places to make her imminently desirable. She had dirty blonde hair and made all the boys go nuts over her in school; but she never let Randy get too close, even though she took his senior year elective honors class.
Quickly he calculated in his mind, she must be at least 35 by now, but she still looked awesome, and his dick twitched as she gave him a quick hug. Randy wanted to check another box.
They caught up briefly and then he invited her to lunch.
"Thank you, but no, I don't think so." She told him.
"Why not Kristi, it's only lunch and I'm buying. We can catch up some more."
She laughed derisively, "It's not only lunch and you know it."
"Of course it is," Randy protested.
She smiled tightly, but was firm, "No, it's not. If I have lunch with you then I'm gonna need to have you and I have a husband and two kids that I can't do that to. Why do you think I avoided being alone with you back then?"
For one of the few times in his life, Randy was stymied. It didn't happen often, but there were times when he was denied. He was also reminded that there were times when he didn't get a hit off some female when there was a hit there to be had.
"I ... I," he stammered, so she continued her statement.
"Because I knew if I was alone with you for any appreciable time that I'd end up spreading my legs for you. I knew you had that power over me. I don't know how, but I knew. And I wanted to, in the worst way. But somehow, I denied myself, Lord knows how, and now, well ... I love my husband and I love my life. I don't want to mess that up, even for you."
Randy nodded in silence and Kristi added another layer and his little head began to scream at him.
"You know, I still occasionally think about you, see you when Dan and I are making love."
Randy rubbed his chin. He thought that if he pushed the moment, he could check that box, but it wasn't worth it.
"Kristi, I completely understand. I'm glad we had a chance to catch up and I wish you nothing but a happy life going forward. I'm gonna leave now, before I change my mind. Good-bye," and he immediately turned and pushed his cart away.
Just as he took his second step she called after him, "Just so you know, you still have that power." He did not look back. This time the big head won.
*
He had been in a bad mood the rest of the day from his encounter with Kristi; questioning himself. It was late at night before he went to bed. That state of being where you are aware of your surroundings but about to go off to never-never land had just arrived when his phone dinged. It was approaching 11 when he looked at the text.
'R U UP'
'At least she texted beforehand this time,' Randy thought as he told Gabbie to come on over.
She arrived dressed without a coat despite it being near 40 degrees. Instead she wore a wife beater cut at the neck to free up her bosom, no bra and black yoga pants with no underwear -- her nipples on display through the material, sweat coating her body, a camel toe plainly visible, and a can of Redbull in her hand. She was flying.
Gabbie handed him a crude 8x10 watercolor of a bowl of flowers.
"What's this?" Randy asked.
"You're birthday present."
"Where did you get it?"
"I painted it for you," she replied in exasperation and with a heavy emphasis on the first two words, as if she were offended by his question.
Randy looked again at the painting. He had thought she'd brought it as an excuse, then realized that she had really made it.
"Is painting something that you do often?"
"Some... I like to do it to free my mind of things and relax."
She pulled the wifebeater away from her chest with her fingers and shook it, then wiped a few beads of sweat from her brow. Randy couldn't decide if she were sweating from her internal temperature or the energy drink.
"Gabbie, you do know when you wear stuff like that, you make my side of the species want to fuck the shit outta you."
She went to her knees and faced away from him, then looked back over her shoulder seductively, "No, but I do know that I wanna get fucked in the ass."
