A Randy Retirement Pt. 33: Halley
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's NYE at the OBX
December 2018 -- OBX house
The annual Christmas Eve gathering at Randy's parent's house was crowded. He had placed himself in his usual spot, a bench against the wall where he could see into the kitchen as well as the living room. Through the conversations, laughter, and chaos, he heard Gabbie arrive at the back door. Apparently from what he could gather without seeing, she had brought a young man with her, whom she introduced as her boyfriend.
Somewhere in the cauldron of conversation and laughter Randy thought he also heard Halley's voice. He remained seated and made faces at one of his two-year-old relatives, gaining a smile and a short game of peek-a-boo. He had no idea what the child's name was, nor their parents.
Through the maze of bodies, he saw Gabbie enter the room with a young man, though he could not catch a good glimpse of him. They sat on metal folding chairs across the room, the crowd hiding them from his inspection.
Several minutes later, his attention having been diverted, Gab made her way beside him on the bench.
"I've missed you," she opened.
"But of course you have," Randy replied with an air of confidence.
She sighed, then added, "I decided to try what you wanted me to do and let that guy I told you about take me out."
"Is that all you let him do?"
"No," she readily admitted.
Without inquiring further, Randy told her, "You need to pay attention to him tonight. If you ever want a quick visit, just text and we'll work something out. Do you need a refresher on the rules from your sister?"
"Rules?" she asked.
"Yes, you know there are rules Gabbie."
She smirked at him and went back to the far corner and the boyfriend. The crowd of people still prevented Randy from getting a decent look so he abandoned the effort and went back to watching the members of his extended family that he could see.
Minutes later Halley sat beside him in the same spot Gab had occupied. He could tell by her eyes that she wanted to fuck.
"What? I've been replaced?" she murmured.
"You gave her to me," he countered.
"I'm joking."
"Well, she's got a boyfriend now, you should take notes," Randy sniffed.
"Asshole," Halley whispered, then continued, "Enough about her, can I spend New Year's Eve with you again?"
"It's kind of our tradition, isn't it?
Halley giggled quietly, "Yes."
"Is that all the time I'm gonna get with you?"
"Unfortunately, I have to make the rounds with the family since I," and she made a sarcastic face of exasperation, "'never come home.'"
Randy looked out at the rest of their family and whispered without looking at her, "You know, before you, I never went out on New Year's Eve?"
Halley started to turn her head toward him, but caught herself and stopped, joining him in looking out toward the assembled mass as he continued.
"The only time I ever was out of my house or apartment for a New Year's Eve was when I was in college. One year I went to a concert with three or four local bands out at the fairgrounds.
It was great until midnight came and then I noticed that everyone was paired up except me. Anyways, yes, we're on, but we're going to my place on the Outer Banks this year so I can take you out. We'll leave Sunday and come back on Wednesday. That work for you?"
The prospect of the OBX house excited her. She had heard about it, but never been there. She rubbed his back discreetly and whispered, "Yes. You won't be alone for this one. I've missed you so bad and I've been kinda jealous cause I know you've been doing it like a rabbit with who knows who and my little sister."
Her emphasis on the "and" was palpable.
Randy brushed her thigh and nodded for her to follow. They both rose and he led her to the decorated tree.
"Pretty tree," he casually said, "Do you notice anything about the ornaments?"
Halley started to inspect the tree more carefully, craning her head to look at all sides of it until she said, "No two ornaments are the same."
Randy smiled, "Correct. Each one is unique. They have their own character and their own place. Some last and some don't."
"You're not talking about just the decorations, are you?"
He continued to smile at the tree without answering her.
"Which one am I?" Halley asked.
Softly Randy chuckled, turning to return to their original spot. When she joined him, he softly told her, "Only time will tell Halley."
A quaint, flat smile came across her lips as she looked out again at their related humanity and Randy took it as acceptance, and then his mind played with him, and he thought that maybe Halley took it as a challenge.
She turned to a side table beside the bench that had pictures of all the grandchildren on it and picked up one of her from high school and held it out to him. Randy took the picture and looked at it as she whispered to him, "Look at me there. I don't even know who that girl is, you've changed me that much."
Randy reached across her and set the picture back in its place, saying quietly as he did so, "I didn't change you; I just gave the real you an opportunity to be yourself," and when he looked at her Halley was beaming at him and he stood and walked away before anyone got any bright ideas.
He had gone to get a plastic cup of tea and she followed, jumping in to help with the meal. All the food was on a kitchen counter and people passed by to fill their plates, then found a seat somewhere in the dining room, living room, or at the kitchen table.
Randy returned to his bench and watched her. With her back to him, she filled red Solo cups with ice for the drinks. He could have been looking at the silhouette of a movie star, the full ass and long legs in tight jeans, nice rack visible through a thick red turtleneck that gave glances of her midriff, and the long blonde hair.
It struck him at that moment that her ass was bigger, shapelier, and her hips wider. The image of a ripe peach came to his mind. Randy realized that the teen with the coltish legs from almost three years ago was transforming into a long-legged woman who was hot by any definition that ever existed in the history of mankind. He shook his head, still in disbelief that she hadn't been scooped up by someone down in Savannah.
After the meal the presents were delivered by the oldest grandchildren, as by tradition, and Randy hung out for a while longer so as not to be rude. He had put in his yearly appearance, which he actually enjoyed if truth be told, but now he was ready to go home.
He loved his family, helped his parents out as much as they would accept, but with only a few exceptons he was not close with any of them and some of them were hard to take if truth be told.
He smiled to himself, thinking that they probably thought the same of him.
Again, he caught himself watching Halley move around the room, her arms full of gifts. She was exquisite, there was simply no other word. Slowly his cock began to harden and he knew it was definitely time to depart.
After saying his goodbyes, Randy walked out the back door into the unusually warm night and spied who he suspected to be Gabbie's boyfriend smoking a cigarette on the deck and he bummed one off the lad. He could tell the young man was somewhat wary of him and decided to conduct a test before he left. He knew he probably should not, but plunged ahead anyway.
"What's your name?"
"Ron."
"You're Gabbie's boyfriend, right?"
"Yes sir."
"How's that going, Ron?"
"Well ... uh ... to tell the truth, she's a little intense."
Randy laughed and the conversation waned for a moment as they both sucked on their lung darts until the older man spoke again.
"Ron, I'm gonna give you some free advice. Whenever you start dating a girl, look really hard at her mama and make sure that's what you want to be married to in 25 years because most of the time the daughters end up looking and acting like the mama. Not always mind you, but probably eight times out of ten."
"Umm, okay," the young man replied, a look of lostness on his face.
They finished their smokes and Ron went back inside while Randy made his way to his car and departed.
He had leisurely driven home and, as he turned into his driveway, he saw the headlights of another car flying up behind him on the wooded lane. He parked in the garage and came out to unlock the front door, holding it open as Gabbie bounded up the steps.
"How fast did you drive to catch me?"
"Pretty fast. Ron said he had to get home. Said he had to think about us. You told me to get a boyfriend and give him a chance, then you run him off? Why'd you tell him that I'd be like mama when I got older?"
"Your mama was a good-looking woman."
"My mama's fat," Gab stated flatly as they went inside.
"She didn't use to be."
Gabbie opened her mouth to retort, but stopped dead with her mouth open. Randy waited for a moment and when she could not produce a word he told her, "When she was your age your mama didn't weight much more than you do right now."
Finally regaining her voice, she asked, "Would you fuck her?"
