Chapter 2: The Search

She was unofficially known as The Pixie Runner. Sometimes The Faerie Runner. No one in the running community knew her as Jill. She was quite all right with that.

The names mainly grew from her stature and her haircut.

Even as a little girl, she kept her dark hair cut pretty short, short enough that her ears poked out. But she always kept her bangs – she never had been much of a fan of her own eyebrows.

Her dark eyes were almost always hidden by a pair of sunglasses. Still, her eyes darted around, hardly missing anything. A lot of that habit had come from generally not trusting people. She was always on the lookout.

She was hardly a people person. Many of her 37 years of life had been spent with close family and very few close friends. She spent a lot of her time alone.

Her career was perfect for this, as she wrote and edited mostly erotica. Yes, she struggled at first financially, but once she made a name for herself, she was at least able to live somewhat comfortably.

But she loved to run.

She discovered this joy very early on, and kept with it. She did not join cross country or anything like that. She preferred running alone. Which she did. A lot.

As her years grew longer, so did her runs, evolving from 5Ks and 10Ks, to half marathons and marathons, to ultra marathons.

Ultra marathons is where she found her groove. She loved going out on the road or into the woods for hours, just running by herself. She found routes with few people, which suited her perfectly. Mount Savvy was a bit of a drive’s way, but it was one of her favorites. The perfect climb, the perfect distance – and a perfect hideaway to do her forbidden solo dance.

Jill partook in several ultra marathons each year, ranging from 50Ks to a couple of 100 milers. She loved them all. She enjoyed them all.

She had also picked up a little bit of a name for herself in the ultra community, though she almost always seemed to be known as The Pixie Runner. This suited her nicely, as she was able to remain anonymous. This despite placing in quite a few of the races.

To many, she was a sexual mystery. She was never seen dating, had never been married, had never once been seen in an intimate moment with another. The very rare times she did talk with others in the running community, the conversation never once turned to sex.

It was not something forbidden to her. And she did quite a bit enjoy sex. Jill just decided it was no one’s fucking business whom she was fucking.

Boyfriends were a rarety in her life. It had been a dozen years since her last steady relationship. Frankly, she found trying to live with another human being quite annoying and very oppressive. She preferred living alone, so she preferred the occasional fuck buddy.

She usually had no trouble getting a fuck buddy. Almost every man in the running community would have given almost anything to be with her. The same went with almost every woman.

She stayed completely away from anyone in the local running community. She did not need any drama in the future from hurt feelings.

Jill certainly was not going to travel specifically to get laid. It was simply too much of a bother and there were way too many weirdos out there.

She usually stuck with an athletic dating site, one which specifically catered to long distance runners and one night stands. Hey, one could find almost any niche on the internet if one searches enough.

She found a couple of guys she liked a bit more than others, but made sure her time with them was spread out enough that they did not get attached.

She never just jumped into bed with a guy. She would spend months talking with the guy online before any in person meetings were ever discussed. Video calls were acceptable – in fact, she loved them in that she could get a better feel if the guy was a creep before seeing him in person.

A little bit of time might be spent talking, usually about running, but Jill was usually one to get down to business. It was not uncommon for her to be sucking a man’s cock only minutes after meeting for the first time in the hotel room.

When she thought about it, she was a bit depressed at how few of them went down on her. She thought it a little unusual that a man who would spend hours running a trail would not spend a few minutes between a woman’s legs. Eventually, it almost got to the point where she would forgo the entire procedure.

She preferred doggy. She loved the feel of the man’s cock as it slid there, and frankly it was almost a solo activity where she could bury her head in the pillow and just go with that wonderful feeling.

But rarely did she ever orgasm while with a man. After he came, whether it be inside of her, in her mouth, on her tits, on her ass, wherever, she would practically chase the guy out of the room and take care of herself.

Jill considered herself mildly bisexual. She loved the looks of other women, but many times was simply over awed by even attempting to make love with another woman.

Still, every couple of years she found herself a nice little running fuck buddy to play with a few times here and there. Once again, she kept her affairs discreate, infrequent and not for the eyes of others. Again, it was not rare for her to be between the legs of her lover moments after first meeting her, getting her taste of the woman’s juices before pace times were even discussed.

With the other ladies, it was a bit different. She took a lot longer, willingly, and many times did find herself orgasming during the encounter. Why, there were even times when she found herself cuddling with her lover afterwards.

She did love her body touched and was pretty proud of her runner’s body. She loved to eat, so she was not skinny as a twig, but the years of runner had built up muscle and tone which could not be denied.

Along with running, she religiously did yoga, some specifically centered at parts of her body. She simply loved glute workouts and loved looking at her ass in the mirror after a series of good ones.

As she flew down Mount Savvy, she pulled out a nutrition bar, taking bites every few steps. After finishing the bar off, she took a sip of hydration, the took a look around her.

It had turned into a quiet, beautiful morning, the sun bathing the landscape. Yet, the temperature was reasonable enough that it was not sweltering.

When she reached the trailhead, she went to her bike and pulled a peanut butter sandwich out of her seat pack, sitting at a nearby picnic table to eagerly consume it.

“Nice day for a run.”

She looked up quickly. She had not noticed the man before, nor heard him approach. She glanced around, but saw no car. He was wearing jeans and a jacket – absolutely not a runner.

Jill took another bite of her sandwich, grunted and nodded.

“How much you get in?”

She glanced at her watch, though she knew the answer. “About 24.”