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: Halley & Ellie meet
May 2019 -- OBX house
Randy had seen Gabbie only once since the session with Rod. It had been a sweaty quickie on a Saturday afternoon and if he were honest with himself, he missed seeing her. He missed fucking her too, but beyond that Gab was a funny, smart-assed girl,traits she shared with her older sister, and Randy enjoyed the by-play with her. A combination of her part-time job and the dwindling days of her senior year of high school had conspired to keep them apart.
She'd called him on her senior prom night, unable to get away, dissatisfied with teenaged boys, and horny. They had phone sex until the early morning hours, Randy instructing her on what he wanted her to do. His cock got hard as he listened to the young blonde make herself cum while he sat on his deck. Randy had put his phone on speaker and stroked himself as the groans of delight from Gabbie competed with the sounds of the night.
That little escapade only added to his anticipation as Memorial Day approached, and with it, the next opportunity for adventure.
Ellie had just graduated from college and Halley, Gab's older sister, had just finished her junior year. Ellie had asked how she should be dressed upon arrival, and Randy told her to wear the fluorescent blue T-shirt with the cut-out arm holes that he had given her, shorts, and flip flops, but to drive barefooted.
***
Friday of Memorial Day weekend
Halley got to his house on the river from Savannah just before lunch and having transferred her things to his car, they set out for the OBX immediately, stopping at a mom & pop joint in a small town on the way for a hotdog and soft drink to eat on the road, much to Halley's disdain.
The only pause before they left was to allow Halley to put on the fluorescent yellow, cut-out T-shirt to match the blue one that Ellie had been instructed to wear. It looked good on her with the hemmed blue-jean shorts and sandals she already had on.
An hour into the drive, she expressed her nervousness. "I've never really been with another girl. I mean, I've kissed my sister but nothing like this."
Without hesitation, Randy reassured her. "You'll do fine. Just think about what you would want someone to do to you, and do it to Ellie. If you see an opening, jump in. Don't think about it, just do it."
She did not respond, but out of the corner of his eye Randy saw her lick her lips. A few more minutes down the road she asked, "What's she like?"
"What do you mean? I've already told you about her looks and personality."
"No, no. When you're having sex, what does she like?"
Ticking his head to the left, Randy shrugged, "Don't you think it would be more fun to let you find that out on your own."
Halley exhaled in exasperation, so he tossed her a bone.
"She has sapphire blue eyes that wash out after she's orgasmed really hard. They become almost a whitish-blue. It's very striking. Her build-up is like little mini orgasms. She shudders, notching up to the big one, and if she cums hard sometimes she leaks a large amount of pussy juice, kinda like a squirt without the squirting part."
He knew Halley was staring at the right side of his face with her mouth open, but Randy had given out all the information that she was going to get, and he let her stew in it as the tires whined on the asphalt, competing with the car's stereo that could barely be heard.
For the last hour of their journey, Randy noticed that Halley continually fidgeted in her seat, her hands occasionally finding a nipple to tweak or her crotch to rub. Talking about Ellie had made her even hornier.
'Good,' he thought. Her reaction to what little he'd told her had the same effect on him.
*
After they arrived and taken Halley's bags inside, Randy handed her a piece of paper from his shirt pocket.
"What's this?" she asked as she unfolded it.
"It's a shopping list of dry goods and non-perishables."
He then handed her the keys to his car and watched as her eyes lit up in delight at the thought of Randy allowing her to drive it.
"Go get that stuff," and he handed her a wad of $100 bills, "And don't come back until 6:15."
She was looking at the keys, the list, and the money in her hands when he added, "And Halley," her eyes rose to meet his, "when I say 6:15, I mean 6:15 on the dot. Understood?"
"Yes sir, asshole," and she smiled at him, "You're setting something up, aren't you?"
"Just don't be late," Randy reiterated.
"What part do I play in this little scheme you've cooked up?"
"You'll know when you see it, now go."
She stuffed the cash in the right front pocket of her shorts and kissed him on the cheek, then hurried out, his keys jingling as they dangled from her hand. He called after her, "and don't eat anything! We're going out to dinner later."
Halley turned and mock saluted him before heading out the door.
*
With Halley on her errand, Randy's mind turned to Ellie. Twenty-two, she was a goddess with a body built for fucking at five foot two. She had symmetrical 34DD orbs, classic blonde hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a copper toned body. Her clit was pierced with an 8g gold segment ring and her nipples sported matching 6g gold segment rings. All Ellie's piercings were permanently sealed, save for the belly button in which she usually wore some jeweled dangle. Her recently acquired degree was in television journalism, and she had the look for success at it, though Randy knew intimately that she could carry off a different look when she let herself.
Scheduled to arrive at 5:45, Randy texted Ellie at 5:30, telling her that the door would be unlocked and that she should come right in.
She did, rolling her bags with her until she saw him sitting naked at the Parsons desk in a straight-backed chair that was turned to face the front door. She abandoned the bags and rushed to him immediately, straddling him as she sat in his lap, her legs spread wide and draped over his thighs, both hands grasping his rigid member. Even though she kissed him deeply. Randy could tell that she was distraught.
"Something's wrong," he stated as fact when she paused to take a breath.
Ellie fought back tears as she took a deep breath to gather herself and told him that she had gotten a job.
