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: Teen blonde visits step-uncle before going away to college for rough sex and bondage.
August, 2016 -- River House
Halley was going away to college at the end of August. The last time she and Randy were together they had both said the 'L-word' and Randy wondered how things would progress from there. (see previous Halley stories) He knew he wasn't in love, but to him there was a difference between 'in love' and 'loving' someone. He also had to acknowledge to himself that he had deep feelings for Halley.
For her part, Halley had doubts as well. She had spent the weeks since their last encounter wondering what was happening, what these feelings were and where they would lead. He had opened a new world for her, a world where she was in control and confident enough in herself to give control if the situation suited her. She no longer recognized the girl from four months ago, but she wondered what lay ahead as she left for college. Even her family had noticed and commented on her new-found self-confidence and she had decided to take some self-confident steps in regards to her older lover.
The second week of August, she could wait no longer and shot him a text, wanting to see him before she left. Randy texted back and told her to come that day, that he'd be in the library and to let herself in and come on up.
She arrived in a gray t-shirt for her university in Savannah and black spandex workout pants that highlighted her ass and made her way to the second floor. She found him seated amongst his books, reading by a single lamp and wearing rimless reading glasses.
"I didn't know you wore glasses,' she told him as she sat in the adjacent chair.
"I wear them when I read, or my eyes get very tired and they won't focus. It comes with age. Are you all set for heading south?" and he closed the book and set it on the table between them.
"Yah, I think so. Dad is taking me down next week," and she hesitated before placing the burner phone on top of his book.
Instantly a twinge of sadness overcame Randy as he looked at it, but he did not comment, nor react.
To him, the act of giving up the burner signaled that for Halley, this was the end. He found the sense of disappointment to be more than he had contemplated, but resigned himself to make the most of the rest of their time together on this day.
After a moment of silence between them he asked her, "So, have you had any other dalliances this summer?"
With a furrowed brow she questioned, "Dalliances?"
Randy smirked, "Fucking Halley. Have you fucked anybody else this summer?"
"Oh. No, only you," and she paused before asking, "Have you fucked anybody else this summer?"
Shaking his head in the negative, he confessed, "This summer, no. But it is inevitable that I will, whether we continue or not. Is that a problem?"
"No, not really. I was just curious. It's not like I ain't gonna be fucking at college."
"Yeah, just be selective. You didn't ask me that because you wanted a threesome, did you?"
"Um, no. I don't think I'm ready for anything with another female."
She had a pensive look on her face. Not a smile and not a frown, but a look of introspection. Then she managed a thin smile and said, "On a different note, I'm excited for college. But I'm going to miss you, a lot."
Randy reached and held up the burner phone with a questioning look on his face.
"Oh, I got my own cell phone plan, I have to pay it, so they don't get the bill anymore. I can text you whatever and whenever I want."
Randy smiled in relief and she realized that he had thought it was over, but she did not mention it. Instead she stood and held her hand out to him. Randy took it and allowed her to pull him from his seat.
"Unfortunately, we don't have much time, I have to be home for supper," and Halley began to lead him toward the playroom on their left while complaining about some family gathering that had popped up that required her attendance.
Randy wasn't listening. He had made grand plans for a full evening as a going-away present, but now he had to adjust and adapt on the fly; going straight to the finale he had put together for their last meeting before her departure.
He stopped her and took the lead; across the catwalk above the foyer that overlooked the living room and to an upstairs room in which Halley had never seen.
Entering the media room she made a quick survey of the layout. She realized the room was directly above his bedroom, master bath and the walk-in closet, and that it was huge. There was projection equipment at the back where they entered and several computer terminals. Along the right-side wall were cabinets, a microwave, refrigerator, and a sink. The floor was stepped down in three sections toward a large movie theater screen on the far wall. Each section held a curved couch that would easily hold six people. That however was not what drew Halley's immediate attention.
The room was dark except for some spot-lighting over a loveseat that had an adjustable back and was placed near the entrance. Randy had set the back so that the seat had the maximum amount of room and turned it so that it faced away from the huge projection screen at the front of the room.
