Tira was beautiful. At 5'7", her lean runner's body aroused anyone who saw her. Her hair, long black, raven locks, were almost always free after falling out of her pony tails. Her blue eyes were mischief. She was a golden brown from summers on her parent's boat without a bathing suit.
Among other things, Tira was a runner. Her schedule was simple. Mornings, a five mile run. Breakfast, a shower, then classes. She got out of school at 2:30, when she immediately went to her coach's gym for running. She wanted to be in the Olympics. She lifted weights for an hour, ran sprints for an hour, ate a snack, then went home and did homework. On weekends, she did all of her work outs in the morning before hanging out with her friends.
Tira was a tease. She knew she had a nice body and she flaunted it. Short skirts, sports bras under half opened button down shirts. Shoes that were easy to slip off in case she decided to run.
Her main friends were those on the track teams. The only ones who could understand her. Most of the guys were cute, lean bodies, hard from working out. Tanned from running in the sun. Sometimes Tira fantasized about wrapping her long legs around one of them. She would never act on it, to her if they couldn't catch her, they weren't good enough to have her. That's where the Challenge came from.
Tira was hanging out with the gang one Saturday after track practice. Everyone decided to go to the lake to have some fun and go swimming. When they got there, Tira surprised them all.
"Tira, that suit is dangerous!"
"You're not wearing anything."
"God, you've got big hooters. Where've you been hiding them?"
Her suit was an electric blue. The top barely held her C breasts which swung almost obscenely free after being confined in sports bras for months on end. The thong didn't do anything to cover her tight runner's ass. The front of it barely covered her pussy lips and it was obvious she didn't have any hair anywhere. The material looked like it would rip from her body with the slightest provacation.
"What's the matter, too hot for you to handle?"
"You know Tira, one of these days you're going to get banged good for dressing like that."
"Hah! If someone can catch me first! I can out run anyone who would try, and if they could catch me I would gladly let them pop my cherry."
"You just issued a challenge."
Tira just laughed and ran to the water's edge, diving into the cool lake water. No one could catch her.
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Weeks went by and the guys on the track team planned. Tira had teased them too much for too long to get away with the challenge she issued. It was quickly decided that as individuals no one could catch her, but together, they probably could.
They met at Tony's house. There were five of them. All had known Tira since Junior High and all wanted to have her. She was like a bad itch that could not be scratched. She just slowly drove you insane.
"Now, if Johnny, you start by challenging her first, then Mark can take her at the lamp post. Eric can help take her down. I'll drive the van, we pile her in and bring her to Eddie's house and nail her hard. We catch her and then have her. Agreed?"
"AGREED!!"
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"Hey Tira! Wait up!"
"What is it Johnny? I'm late."
"Quick race. I'll catch you at the lamp post by the library. I win, and you make good on your challenge the other week."
Tira looked at the lamp post. About a five hundred meters. Johnny was not a long distance runner.
"Fine, I win, you wear a dress to track tomorrow."
"Deal."
"You are so gonna lose Johnny."
"We'll see."
"Catch me if you can!"
They both took positions and counted down together.
"On your mark, get set, go!"
Both bodies took off like a shot. Johnny was not a long distance runner and quickly fell behind. Tira looked behind for a second to see where he was as she reached the lampost. She laughed when she saw how far behind he was. That is until she walked right into Mark. He quickly grabbed both her wrists in his hand and planted a kiss on her mouth. Startled, Tira didn't react.
The van pulled up, the door opened and she was inside before she could scream or do anything. A bandana was shoved in her mouth and tied behind her head. Mark still held her wrists. The van held no seats, except for the drivers and passenger up front. Johnny took the passenger seat next to Tony, he was sweating and laughing.