Claire and Sarah both looked up to me. Claire had just turned 18. Like me, she was just finishing her senior year in high school. Unlike me, she was extremely naΓ―ve and impressionable. Sarah was also 18 but had been so for several months. Despite being very intelligent and talented, Sarah lacked self-confidence. Both girls relished their time spent with me because I was good looking and very mature for my age. They respected my confidence and talent. I'd been gradually getting to know the two teenagers throughout the past year as the three of us ran cross-country and track together. They both seemed very attracted to me. And I was attracted to both of them.
I had my eye on Claire since I first took notice of her the summer before. She had an extremely cute face with pretty hazel eyes that gave testament to her youth and inexperience. Claire's face was framed by gorgeous, naturally curly hair. She had the firmest little body that enabled to her to look amazing in anything, from running shorts to blue jeans. After seeing her in a bikini at a preseason cross-country retreat, I couldn't stop thinking about her cute butt, firm thighs, and flat stomach. She also had the sexiest dick sucking lips. She had the lips of a movie star; full and naturally pouty. More than a few times that year I'd jerked off to the thought of getting my dick sucked by that beautiful mouth as those shy eyes stared up at me. I'd imagine what it would be like to get my big cock into her tiny, tight pussy. The juxtaposition of her luscious lips and innocent personality drove me crazy. Claire was a good girl in the truest sense. She didn't drink or party and seemed to have no interest in those types of things. But she was cool. She had a good taste in music and movies, a fun personality, and a great laugh. While my physical attraction made me notice her, Claire's personality made me like her.
Sarah was a different story. Sarah lacked most of the conventional good-looks that Claire possessed. To be honest, I didn't experience and immediate attraction to Sarah. Her face was not particularly pretty. Sarah did have large, light blue eyes that were her best facial feature but lacked many objective traits that would categorize her as attractive. She was by no means ugly, she just didn't stand out. However, after spending the year growing conscious of Sarah; watching her win some races, watching her train like a mad-woman, and getting to know her; I gained a new appreciation for her personality and body. Sarah was sweet and accommodating. She was a people-pleaser. She gave off a vibe that she would let me do anything to her under the right circumstances. That turned me on. Plus, she was one of our team's top runners and had the body of an Olympian. She had no curves to speak of. Sarah's ass was absolutely rock-hard. Her legs were thin and firm. Her abs were nearly as defined as mine. While her nose was quite long, she had a wide, endearing smile. I was surprised the first few times my mind wandered to the idea of fucking her. After catching a glimpse of Sarah in tight shorts and a sports bra, sweat glistening down her abs, I found myself imagining how great incredible her little body would feel under my weight as I drove my cock into her vice-like pussy. I fantasized about grabbing hold of her perfectly curved butt as she rode my dick. I optimistically speculated that she would fuck just like she ran: like a champion. Judging by her miles times, I wagered she could keep going for hours. I would soon garner a deep appreciation for her smooth skin and hair, and her wet and hungry mouth.
At the time, I was 18 and a senior in high school. I stood 6'1 and was a lithe and chiseled 170 pounds. I was the captain of the cross-country and track teams. I ran 70 miles every week so my legs were cut and firm, my abs were acutely defined, and my arm and chest muscles popped under my taut skin. But I wasn't one of those gangly, stick-kids who typically made good distance runners. I matured at a very young age and entered high school at nearly the same height and weight. I started out playing quarterback for the freshman football team and joined the wrestling team as well, before focusing strictly on running as I envisioned a college scholarship in my future. Furthermore, I was very mature for my age. My precocious personality matched my advanced physique. I was confident, intelligent, and articulate. I had great friends. Teachers loved me. Parents loved me. And girls loved me.
I was the first amongst my friends to start masturbating. When I ejaculated for the first time I didn't know what it was because my school hadn't taught sex education yet. Finally, as my peers began talking about sex and the school's first rumors of make-out sessions and hand-jobs circulated, I was more than ready to experiment. I lost my virginity at quite a young age to girl a few years older than me. My young hormones, naturally sexual personality, and finely tuned body essentially made me a walking perpetual hard-on. From that point forward, I embarked upon a discreet sexual conquest throughout the rest of my time in high school. I de-virginized a sizeable percentage of the girls at my school. I slept with a bunch more girls around my age; some older, some younger; a few friends' sisters, a teacher, an ex-babysitter, and several moms. By the time I was 18 and fully physically mature, I measured my dick at a shade over 8 inches, 8 Β½ if I cheated and jammed the ruler against the base of my groin. If I had enough time and enough stimulation, I'd been known to ejaculate six or seven times in an 18 hour span. By the time I was a senior, I had the academic aspect of school pretty well figured out. When I wasn't in class or at practice, I was usually trying to get laid. I cultivated a respectable stable of female fuck-buddies that I kept busy with. But I always loved the idea of experimenting with someone new. In order to keep up this fevered pace, I had to exercise precise discretion. My reputation was my key. I knew that if I got a bad rap as a player, a slut, or an ass-hole, then my ability to find new and exciting lovers would be jeopardized. Unquestionably, the innocent glow that emanated from Claire and Sarah drew me to them. I knew it would take considerable effort to put myself in a position where I might be able enact some of the fantasies I'd been having about these two young teens.