How would you decide what clubs to link up during fresher week ? I had some basic criteria : physically straining ok, team sports not ok, thinking ok, nerdy not ok ; but, most of all, it had to be whatever those two girls over there were signing people up for !

They were thin and beautiful, shockingly beautiful, with enceinte boob. It was the size and jutting-outness of their breasts, exaggerated by the flatness and tone of their corporation and athletic legs, that really grabbed my attention.

They were wearing neon-green undershirt with expectant arm holes flashing tantalizing glimpses of cutis, tummy, costa and sports bras. They had their longsighted uncoiled hair back in pony nates. They had very dimensions but were in every respect opposites : One was brown hirsute, posh-spice looking, full body tan, surely waxed-smooth snatch, probably rode Equus caballus in fox Holman Hunt and papa was a stockbroker with a porsche ; hell, her public figure probably was Porsche. The other had jet nigrify haircloth, a dark Olea europaea pelt, jet pitch-black eyes, delicately tiny human face but big maroon lips and all-inclusive smile and very Edward D. White teeth, probably came from India. Probably an Amerindian language princess ... or belly dancer. Fantasies started to imprint unbidden.

I felt a jostling behind me. It seems I had stopped, spellbind, right in the entrance and I was blocking the sweetheart watercourse of fresher coming in behind me. My dorm mate Mike, who I'd cum with, came back to grab me and scuff me further into the Hall and out the way.

He was smiling at me kindly."See anything you like ?"he asked in an sinless musical note but with his center twinkling."cum on, lets go straight over and see what they're selling ?"he said to compensate my vacant silence.

It was kinda awkward to make a bee line for the girls while trying to play it cool. Theirs was a meddlesome table - clearly I wasn't the merely hormonal teen in the dormitory ! The fille had name badges on and were called Sharon ( posh spice ) and Sarah ( Indian princess ). They talked with potent John Griffith Chaney accents. Shows how way off first feeling can be. I was kinda worried it'd turn out to be aerobic exercise or something like that, but luckily it turned out to be the Orienteering lodge. Ok, that'll do me nicely. mike and I signed up.

As soon as we'd signed up the girls went to greet, grab and extract signature from other recruit and we felt as hoodwinked as everyone else who'd already signed up so we moved on to search at the other stalls.

I ended up signing up for kick boxing too. Of course I was tempted by the keep and dragons baseball club and even the Bromus secalinus nine but I was forcing myself to be mixer and be a new me and get away from being the nerd I'd suffered as all through high school and college.

We'd pretty practically toured the whole hall now and were making for the exit when a calm down lilliputian daughter came up to us and said hi. The grin dissolved from her face and she looked uncertain when met with my dummy uncomprehending stare back. Damn I have to get word to always greet everyone politely while I'm trying to work out if I know them. I never am good with faces. Or conversation. Or being sociable really. Luckily Mike pushed past me and said hi back. The girl turned to face only him and asked how we doing and what clubs we'd joined. Mike spoke for both of us ; he was even apologising for me. The girl was kinda intimate actually. My mentality clicked into geared wheel and I tried to get together in but the conversation was already fading and the girl moving on.

"Who was that ?"I asked Mike as soon as she was out of ear shot."She's in compressed 5B and we went over to introduce ourselves to them lastly nighttime, commend ?"Mike reminded me, shaking his head. We'd only been at uni for three days but already my bland mates were getting used to my social awkwardness.

That adjacent day, Wednesday, was actually the first of all Orienteering meeting. microphone and I went along, joking about which of us would get which miss. I was definitely completely crushing on Sarah, although truth be told Sharon would get been just as acceptable for what I had in mind.

Of track there were about a hundred horny boys at that for the first time confluence ! And a few girls too. Seems the Orienteering golf club had hit upon the proper way to go about recruiting members. Sharon and Sarah were there with a handful of other s and final examination years. The Orienteering baseball club was normally quite lowly so the sudden influx of freshers was a bit overwhelming.

We started with a jog. Sarah and Sharon, in their shining neon undershirt, led us around the campus. Already by the 100 yard German mark multitude were starting to strip off. After a few minutes we were just a straggle behind the two little girl. The selection process was part seeing who had jogged before and partly seeing who was most desperate to celebrate up with and impress those two girls, and I was winning on both counts. I put on a spurt to overtake Sharon and downslope into tone beside Sarah.

"Hi"she said, beaming,"my name's Sarah ”. She was cruising effortlessly, not even breaking a sweat. Her breasts weren't even jiggling ; her bra must be made of steel."Hi, I'm Olly, eh, Oliver"I managed to get out through clenched teeth as my anterior naris flared trying to nurse in sufficiency oxygen to keep on me animated just a few whole tone more.

And then suddenly it got worse. Sarah picked up step and of course I had to advertise myself to keep up, and then she turned off towards the chapel which was up hill. And then when we got to the chapel she started to run up and down the steep steps up to the face doorway ! This was killing me. I paused, bent double, at the top, and surveyed behind me. There were only a handful of military recruit left."come on, you were impressing me !"Sarah laughed playfully as she got to the top of the whole tone again before she hurried back down them for like the tenth meter. Somehow this barb got straight to my subconscious and thrust my stage to move with my brainiac disengaged and I started back down the steps.

And then the torture was over. We gathered at the tail end of the steps. mike wasn't among us. I don't sleep together how far back he'd dropped out. Sharon and Sarah stood there and started talking about the Orienteering baseball club. They weren't even panting ! The new recruit all looked ready to die.

A minor muted girls articulation teased me"you're staring ”. I turned to see that girl from 5B beside me. She had joined the Orienteering Club too. Actually, of those who'd managed to actually finish the jog, about half were young lady."Hi, I'm Olly, eh, Oliver"I managed to blurt out. Someone in nominal head turned and ssshed me."I know Olly,"she replied quietly,"I'm Chloe but you knew that already too ”. Involuntarily I went back to staring at Sarah who was standing on the merchantman dance step with her hands on her hips surveying us with a unknown mix of mirth and letdown. I was imagining Sarah naked, sweating, her chest heaving, ...

And the merging was suddenly over. I hadn't listened to a word. Luckily Chloe walked back with me to our dorms - I'm in 4B so that's the stairwell beside Chloe's, second flooring - and she filled me in on the training nights schema.

Sadly Sarah and Sharon were minute yr and therefore didn't live in halls of residence on campus. solitary fresher got to do that. But there was a pupil union and my whole flat would go there together almost every eve, often joining another nearby flat. The flats were mixed, six to eight boys and girls, with everyone getting their own way with a sink but sharing a kitchen, shower room and separate crapper. batch of English unis have much the same organization. And of course there were lots of girls, but with the image of sporting Sarah always in my mind I almost didn't even notice any of them.

It took exactly one calendar week for Orienteering training to come around again. This time just the twelve of us who had finished the jog on the first day came. Graham, who was a post-grad who led the Orienteering Club, pointed out gleefully that everyone who'd put their names down to link up in freshers week still had to pay their dues, so this could stand for we had the funds to go to some meet much further away than pattern years. The twelve of us were buzzing with the possibilities.

Of course of action we almost immediately stopped talking and started jogging. The campus was fairly flat so again we finished with a outburst up and down the chapel service gradation. I hadn't run since the late Wednesday - in fact my legs had ached for mean solar day and I'd only just recovered really - so it was almost as punishing as the last time. And again I jogged following to Sarah, and again she smiled that beaming searchlight smile at me as fell into whole step beside her.

"So you've got a thing for Sarah have you ?"asked Chloe conversationally as we left the education session. I was a bit irritated, I mean, what business is that of hers ? But Chloe ignored my glare and explained"Its ok, I've got my own pup dog"and she nodded towards a boy who was going off towards another cube of dorms. The boy must cause felt our eyes on him, or perhaps he just kept glancing towards Chloe, because he saw us watching and waved a little moving ridge at Chloe. She said a quiet"yuck"under her breath and I felt better. Chloe and I were bonding in adversity to undesirable aid, although of class in my casing I was perhaps the one giving that undesirable tending, but of form we didn't know if Sarah wanted my attention or not yet ? ... Chloe quickly disabused me of that"a word to the Stephen Samuel Wise, girls don't get turned on by fresher who are too shy to puddle a move, just saying ”. She was a daughter, she'd know, but did she sleep with just how shy and socially inept I was ? Jogging beside Sarah was as close to her as I was in all likelihood to be able to get.

The future Wednesday wasn't actually so hard any more. I was getting back into jogging and, whilst I hadn't done any practice runs, the charge packing employment was definitely helping get me fit again.

After the run and the chapel steps we went off in twosome to practice map reading. A boy latched onto me straight away, thus saving that awkward last-to-be-picked-for-school-sports-team feeling. I was pretty skillful at map reading already, having all the scout badges and everything, so I ended up explaining it to him. But he quickly changed the subject by asking"so you know her ?"and pointing discretely at Chloe. Aha, that's who this boy was ? Was this Chloe's pup ? And he'd teamed up with me to find out out about her ? I answered defensively, trying not to leave much away, saying she was just living in a nearby flatbed. He was pretty direct"so you're not her young man then ? DOE she give birth a young man ? ”. I deflected again, saying she probably had a boyfriend, hoping this would put the half-wit off. At least I learned his name, Roy, and at least I had something to evidence Chloe when the coming together split up and we headed back to hall. She just made a finger-down-throat-to-puke gesture and we giggled all the way home. When we got to the stairwells she turned and said factually"I don't have a boyfriend for your data ”. I grinned and asked if I should pass by that on to Roy, and Chloe shrieked and launched herself to poke me but I managed to race up the stairs to refuge as though my pegleg hadn't just jogged twenty times up and down the chapel service steps.

Knowing Chloe a bit was good actually. Flats 4B and 5B sort of joined up and often went together to the student labor union. We even sometimes made dinner for both flats together, or discussed how we could strike hard a hollow through between the two flats so save going down and up stairwells. matter were pretty good. I'm actually quite newsy and even a bit peculiar once I know everyone.

We were at the pupil union with 5B when I glanced up and saw Sarah and Sharon. They had a few older boy around them and I sat quietly, watching, feeling inadequate. And then Sharon looked across and saw us and dragged Sarah quickly over, leaving their circling swarm of male child behind. They squeezed onto the bench between Chloe and I. Our directly fellow were quiet, puzzled, impressed. Or, in microphone's shell, disbelieving. Chloe made the institution. Sharon apologized to everyone, explaining that we were saving them from a fate unfit than destruction, but she managed to say it in a tone that suggested they were doing us a favour deigning to sit with us. As the conversation bubbled up again, Sharon steering it with skillful precision of an effortless socializer, Sarah turned to me and said"hi, you always seem to end up beside me Olly"and she giggled flirtingly.

I remembered Chloe's advice about being brave. I tried to be intrepid. I tried to say something witty. But I couldn't. My back talk was dry."Its ok,"Sarah smiled, her hand squeezing my knee and making me cringe,"you're cute with your tongue tied ”.

Slowly I managed to get back into the conversation and regain the comfortable chattiness I now had with my flatmates after week of practice and liberty. And Sarah was careful to keep including me, which was nice and encouraging. Maybe I hadn't messed up massively after all ?

Now our Midweek evenings practices involved zig-zagging across the campus and an adjoining park trying to visit waypoints marked on photocopy maps. It wasn't very challenging and it took discipline to actually show the maps and use compasses and everything else when you were so familiar with the terrain. But I took it seriously. And Sarah always smiled her big bright grin when I fell into step beside her.

excitation was mounting. We were going on our first really orienteering sports meeting ! We were taking a scholar spousal relationship minibus on Saturday morning, going about 50 international nautical mile away to compete with the Orienteering golf club from another uni. We'd then camp the night and make our way back Sunday. Apparently this happened every year and everyone informally called it"fuck encampment"!

I'd only been at uni for a month now but already I was feeling braver and more mature. I spent a lot of nights just mulling what I was going to do. I only really had optic for Sarah. I didn't even think about Sharon sexually. To my thought, Sarah was the unadulterated body and, to cap it all, she wasn't discouraging me. She and Sharon were a bit flirty with all boys, but at least Sarah was seeming to note that I liked her and smiling her million dollar smile each clip I raced to catch her up.

It occurred to me that I knew nix about her ; I had no approximation what Sarah studied, where she lived, where she came from. I wasn't completely sure what year she was in, although I assumed she was a second-year. She talked with a unassailable Greater London accent mark, as common as dirt, but I think I picked up that her mum was Maltese, and that would explain her perfect milky brown skin and jet fateful eyes and hair's-breadth. Even though we jogged together, we never really talked. I couldn't talk with her, that was the problem.

I was last on the minibus off to make out refugee camp and it looked full but then Sarah lifted her bag off the stern beside her showing she'd saved me a office. My tummy was butterflies. I sat down beside her. Sharon was up front succeeding to Graham who was driving. Sharon was flirting outrageously with him. Everyone was in high spirits except for Chloe who was looking pissed off, sitting stifled against the window trying to inch as far as possible away from Roy, who had sat beside her. She was giving me the vicious eye like it was somehow my demerit. But I quickly forgot about it as Sarah started dragging me into the conversation. The conversation was basically all about the fucking aspect of fuck camp, and describing previous years scandal. Sharon seemed to unashamedly be at the centre of most of those scandals.

clock time flies when you're having fun and we were soon there. The first lodge of business was to set up the camp which consisted of tidy sum of rather introductory diminished tents borrowed from the uni's ship's officer Training Corps. We all got a bivouac each. Being the boy scout, inevitably I ended up setting up lots of tent. Each time it would set about as me trying to instruct them, and ending up with me sodding that for a plot of soldiers and just putting it up myself.

Then, after lunch, we did the orienteering. It was my firstly ever sentence and I wasn't very sure enough what exactly we were supposed to be doing. There were only 12 from my uni and perhaps 15 from the early so we all left at 5 minute intervals meaning it was pretty lots out of the question to catch up or overpower the person in front, or even to really understand anything about their road. So no chance of jogging beside Sarah then. I just put my oral sex down and did my secure. I quickly learned that its often quicker to go around rather than through rough patches. Basically, all that effort back on campus was pretty poor homework for the contest.

I finished exhausted. I thought I'd done well when I finished so close to the person who left ahead of me, but actually it was just that he was particularly slow which masked that I was quite tardily. At least I didn't come last. And of class Graham won and both Sharon and Sarah did really well. Experience really counts ; none of the first-years did particularly well although Chloe was the best fresher.

We were camping in a field on the edge of a right camp site so we could use the toilet block. Finding myself suddenly alone and not sure where everyone else was I decided to go over and shower. I got my lavation kit from my tent and headed over. As I got really close I could see a jet calamitous shot glass tail just poking out around the corner of the block. I slowed right down and heard voices. One was a boy's part I didn't recognise- presumably from the former uni. The early was undoubtedly Sarah. They were kissing, loud wet sloppy candy kiss, and between kiss they were talking quietly. The boy was asking who I was !"Just a fresher"said Sarah,"don't worry about him, he'll keep for another day ”. My corporation twisted and I felt upchuck. I couldn't confront them. I slinked back to my collapsible shelter and hid for a while. Of course I thought about rushing back and kick boxing the boy, but taking my anger and defeat out on him wasn't going to really cure the sickening solitariness and lostness of how Sarah had dismissed me.

After a very long wait I went back to the toilet block to shower, walking first around the cube with a wide berth to check that Sarah and the boy had gone.

And then, former evening, the company started. There was a big balefire and lots of grilling sausage balloon on spliff beer and stuff. There was a portable loudspeaker blaring out a disco music playlist and many were dancing around the flames. I sat withdrawn, gutted. Chloe also sat a bit out of it. Roy went to sit next to her but she got up and went right up to the flames and danced. I watched her swaying to the beat ; some mass are born dancers and Chloe was one of those people. Roy didn't joint her- he was probably as bad at dancing as I was.

It was iniquity and a lot of beer had been drunk but the Night was still young. I was mostly watching the social dancer and, when my optic adjusted after the brightness of the flaming, looking at the virtuoso. Then Sharon grabbed Billy Graham and led him through the gang taking care to wedge everyone aside so everyone watched them heading off towards the tents. This sort of kicked everyone into a high-pitched gear. But Sarah quickly stopped dancing and said she had a worry and was going to bed and told everyone to give birth fun party without her. I had been scanning the crowd trying to work out which boy she had been kissing, and Sarah definitely stared meaningfully at one of the candidates as she left. He smiled and, soon after, slipped away. I have never felt such a failure.

With Sarah and Sharon gone the party sort of felt a bit duller and soon the beer ran out and hoi polloi started to hit off to bed. I was one of the few who went off to brush their teeth in the toilette block.

The fire still glowing made the tents slightly transparent if you stood on the far position and studied them. graham flour and Sharon were in Sharon's collapsible shelter and everyone knew that. Sarah definitely also had company, as did a dyad of other collapsible shelter. former tents were discharge. I went to my tent and settled down feeling empty and sad. As I lay there I could her camp out zips and whispers all around me.

Suddenly my tent zip started to inch upwards. I watched with alarm, not sure what was happening. And then a rich Male representative, probably a boy from the other uni, asked if any single Lady needed society ! I told him to fuck off in no uncertain terms and he did in a hurry. I guess its funny in hindsight. I guess this fits the communications protocol at lie with camp.

A while later my tent zip started to inch upwards again so I told them to make out off again."Sorry Olly"said a quiet girly voice. Wait a sec, was that Chloe ?"Chloe ?"I asked, disbelievingly. Chloe poked her head in. There was enough ambient light to see she was really unhappy."Olly, I've got a really massive party favour to ask"she whispered urgently. There was a suspension while she summoned the courage."Can I stick around in your tent tonight ? Just I don't flavour safety in my own tent. Boys hold asking me affair and I'm really scared Roy might not guide no for an answer ”. She tried to swallow a sob. Of trend I let her.

She seemed really relieved. She was back quickly with her sleeping bag and roll mat and moved in beside me. Space was tight. There weren't many swarm so with the moonlight and firelight we could see fairly well. She settled in.

"Sorry about Sarah"Chloe said. I was a bit taken aback. What did she jazz ? How did she do it ?"What about Sarah ?"I retorted, trying to sound nonchalant but fooling nobody.

"Sarah is going to break your heart, Olly. This is really going to suffer. She's not serious about you. She just enjoys you wanting her, that's all. She has had a lot of beau. Lots. I almost did an interference when I saw you making a saphead of yourself on the bus this morning. She's hooked up right now with an old ex from last years fuck camp. I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. I'm so pitiful Olly ”.

"I know"I explained, empty, spent.

"Oh my god, we are a couple aren't we ?"Chloe laughed hollowly. Somehow talking it over with Chloe made me feel better. It was, she said, therapy. After a patch she thanked me again for protecting her and she turned onto her back and drifted off to sleep.

I lay there watching her. It was the world-class metre I saw Chloe as a girl. I was over Sarah in the most abrupt fashion and here, right in front of me, was a kind considerate honest girl who I could actually verbalise to. She was basically my better protagonist. My entirely female friend. And I was protecting her, being her friend, and feeling suddenly guilty for studying the contours of her expression and physical structure and guilty for wanting to strain out and take her. I turned away from her and tried to put her out of my mind.

It was morning. Very other morning. But the sunlight was lighting up the interior of the tent. The sunlight fell on my eyes bringing me slowly to my senses. I had been making slow gentle passionate love to Chloe. No, that was a dream. I was waking up. I was laying on my back. My sleeping bag was open. I could feel Chloe's curly pilus on my chin. I could feel her hand across my chest, one of her branch hitched up over my hips. I could smell her hair, her shampoo. Her nighty had ridden up and I could feel her small hard bosom pushing into my chest. I could experience my pulsing hard-on whacking in metre with my heart, the head pushing against her pantied fork. Keeping absolutely still, I assessed the berth, studying each mother wit and hotshot, my eyes swiveling to get hold of in every detail.

The guiltiness was overpowering. I was supposed to be protecting Chloe, for christ rice beer ! And, in my sopor, I'd been using her, abusing her, violating her. This was so wrong ! Had I gone too far ? Had I done anything unforgivable ? What would she say when she woke up ? What would she mean ?

My hands were by my face. At least, when I woke up, I wasn't stroking her anywhere, holding on to anything I shouldn't. But with the mix of my dreaming and my arousal and my wooly-minded brain I had the touch sensation that I had been doing something worse just before I woke up. Or perhaps I woke up just in prison term to touch it ?

A office of me wanted to take hold of her articulatio humeri and force her downwards, impaling herself on my rooster. I had to fight it. I had to do something. What should I do ?

I gently moved my manus up to escape from her articulatio humeri. But as soon as I moved an in, I felt her freeze. Was she awake ? Had I just awoken her ? Did she know how I felt about her ? Could we still be Quaker ?

My hand reached her shoulder but before I could agitate her awake she propped herself up on an elbow and whispered"Olly ? Olly ? Are you awake ? ”. Her voice sounded a bit disquieted, concerned, but also kind and caring.

Our eyes met and she smiled."goodness morning Olly, have you slept well ?"she asked innocently. I felt my cock pressed against her knickers as she moved. I tried to sit up."Oh my god, I'm so lamentable"I said urgently. She looked a bit mixed-up, then twigged my embarrassment and moved her leg off me, slipping herself off to the incline towards her empty sleeping bag."Its ok,"she assured me,"boys get that every morning don't they ? ”. I didn't want to tell her that actually this metre she had caused it. Or rather, my surging changing tactual sensation for her had caused it.

She giggled and her brass flushed and she complemented me on my teddy bear assume suitability. We made easy conversation. It felt better, like I hadn't actually done anything bad. I so wanted to pass across and kiss her but I'd never been smooth with girls and had to observe reminding myself that she had come to me for protection, for safety.

That aurora we took the bus habitation after breakfast. Chloe and I got on the bus together and sat together and Sarah and Roy both seemed a bit miffed. I'm not sure what Sarah was expecting exactly, or if she even suspected that I knew. But as quickly as I had fallen into love with Sarah I'd fallen out of it, and I really couldn't care.

The very succeeding hebdomad at training Graham announced a new camping trip. Obviously he had had quite a honest fucking camp and wanted a repeat. And as the nine had so much money this terminus we were able to head encourage afield and do something on a moor.

The plan was a two-day ‘ favorable'competition, just our order, with overnighting. The braid was that you had to carry your food and tent and other supplying, and that you could compete separately or in pairs as you wished. Clearly Graham had been thinking about how to maximize his enjoyment. We were going to use a new orienteering smartphone app so each squad would go to the waypoints in their own but adequate edict and the waypoints were not actually marked on the basis, greatly simplifying the constitution of the contest.

Billy Graham then immediately asked Sharon if she wanted to team up up with him. Sharon said deadpan"if there are no better offers"and everyone laughed. Sarah was looking at me, thoughtful and calculating. Was now my chance ? If I went with Sarah I'd definitely nap with her, I knew now that she was easy that way. And was I her best offer now it was just our club, fresh freshman heart and soul ?

Roy turned to Chloe and, loudly, in front of everyone, asked her if she'd like to team with him. Chloe looked shocked and wild and frightened, and then collected herself and said"actually Olly and I are already a squad"then she looked straight at me and said less assertively"aren't we, Olly ? ”. I went straight over to stick out beside her. Everyone but Roy, Graham and Sarah laughed. Graham turned irritably towards Roy and told him to indorse off from Chloe. I guess he saw that Roy's unvarying advances were unwished and unlike everyone else he was grown up enough to interfere. Then he reminded everyone that they could compete alone or that Chloe could pair off with another girl and then he asked her if she'd like to reconsider. But she grabbed my arm possessively and said it would be fine. Their mood dampened, the others mostly paired up - there's an obvious advantage to only having to dribble one tent for two citizenry. Sarah and Roy competed alone. Sarah was looking at Chloe, calculatingly. Had she been cheated a lay ? I really didn't want Sarah giving Chloe any dickhead. I could tell that Sarah could be quite a hector gripe now I saw past her tits and saw her for what she was.

In the runup to the new camp Chloe and I actually did some test runs around the Town with backpacks. Chloe was very practical and careful with the packing material and I was only carrying 10 kg and Chloe 8. This was mostly down to Chloe borrowing a very jackanapes tent from the mountaineering club. Still, that might not sound like a good deal but after jogging a while it feels like a ton. I have no approximation how soldiers ever manage 40 or 50 kilo bergens.

The trip to the moor was a lot longer than to fuck refugee camp and I figured Billy Graham who drove was going to be quite exhausted even before we started. That might be the form of advantage we needed. Chloe and I sat at the rachis eating loads and lading of ‘ high protein low residue'intellectual nourishment that Chloe had selected. She reasoned that the more we ate now the less we'd need to express. It was becoming clear that Chloe was competing to win and that everyone else was just planning a fucking picnic ! Or perhaps, more accurately, a picnic roll in the hay. But clearly Chloe expected me to maintain up while she charged off around the Moor to win.

Chloe really was rather fresh. By removing the simcards from our iphones we could use the gps without connecting to any electronic network, therefore saving lots of power. And we'd use flight of stairs mode to ensure we weren't using gps in the background, so we didn't have to carry set of charging bars with us. We used her telephone set and mine was turned off, set to accept over if her's ran out. I reckon we were easily the lightest packed of everyone. It looked like Roy had a household on his cover. He was staggering just trying to stay upright at the start.

We left at the Lapplander time but all heading to different inaugural waypoints. Chloe's face was lit up with enthusiasm. I was felicitous to stick to a little way behind, watching her jog. She really was cute. She wasn't busty but she was really fit and toned. Her shoulder-length slightly curly browny-blonde hair was just long enough to catch in a minor knot at the nape of her neck, some wisps hanging down the sides of her face. She was slender, tightly fitting almost, but you couldn't see any osseous tissue or venous blood vessel. Her skin was soused and toned and perfect.

By evening we were exhausted. We hadn't stopped for dinner party. Because we were visiting waypoints in dissimilar guild to other team we'd often not be able to see any, and had no reference level as to whether we were doing well or not. But I think we were quietly confident ; we were definitely pushing ourselves. So as darkness began to return we stopped in a glen on a reasonably flat bit of grass not far from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and a flow. Because of the midges and mosquitoes we pitched the tent as quickly as possible and, after a quick toilet and tooth brush breaking by the steam, got into the tent and zipped it up. To save weight we were eating cold rations and we could do that inside.

The tent that Chloe had borrowed from the Mountaineering nightspot was a one-man social function. It was basically coffin-shaped. You couldn't sit up. We hadn't tested it before we'd gone. In fact, we were favourable it was all there because we hadn't checked.

I think Chloe had known it was small. Although we had two sleeping purse ( of the lean weak variety ), we only had one roll mat. Even just laying there clothed on top of the bags eating we were touching a lot. Chloe laughed and said she would need my teddy bear suitability tonight.

We had to take away turns to disinvest for bed. I stripped to my boxers, relived that with the emphasis of the situation at least my cock was limp. Then Chloe wriggled out of her shortstop and t-shirt and settled down in just her underclothing, her sport bra holding her bantam short breasts tight and her big nipples poking through defiantly. I could feel my erection swelling and was scared Chloe would notice ; she couldn't very well mistake this for morning Sir Henry Joseph Wood as it was just getting iniquity at Nox !

But we settled down, somehow in two come apart sleeping pocketbook on one coil mat in a diminutive tent on a small patch of grass above a lowly creek in a wooded glen in the middle of a vast empty moor, all alone, together.

I was trying to not dig her. I had turned my back to her to protect her. We lay silently for a few transactions and then I felt her hand on my shoulder joint."Olly"she whispered quietly,"are you asleep yet ? ”. I pretended I was. And after, all the running, the exhaustion of the marathon, we feel asleep even before it was properly dark.

I awoke in the middle of the night. I was laying on my back. Chloe must be propped up because there can't have been room for her to lay two-dimensional beside me. I could feel the tickle of my sleeping bag zipper edging downwards, the sense experience like a wanderer crawling down me. Was Chloe unzipping me ? Chloe was unzipping me. I could feel her breath on my ear. I could sense her hand slowly snaking down towards my privates. I lay absolutely still. I was extremely aroused now, my conscious brain fighting the itch of my subconscious to seize her and impale her as my witting was really curious about what Chloe was planning to do exactly.

Chloe was inching over me. She was moving so slowly that, if I hadn't been expecting it, I might not even have noticed it. It was sublime. It was very hot. I could sense her pelt pressed against mine. She was naked. My cock was out of my boxers. I don't know how she did that. She some managed to reach that confidant sensitive place so delicately that I hadn't noticed her exposing me. Was this taking seconds ? Or minutes ? Or time of day ? I couldn't tell.

She was laying on my side, one script across my dresser and one leg crooked up over my hip, my pulsing erection throbbing against her au naturel crotch. And then her hand was now holding my cock, pointing it, aiming it, and Chloe was sliding gently down on me. Foreplay can be in the mind ; Chloe was so absorbed in her rape that she was dripping wet and had left a snail lead across my hip as she positioned herself above my manhood. And then suddenly it was in ! Because it was all so gentle and so excruciatingly slow there wasn't actually the sensation you might await but it was warm and velvety and welcoming and it was getting deep and abstruse. Eventually it bottomed out. I was all the way in. And Chloe relaxed, I could palpate her breathing spell out and untense her whole dead body. I could feel her pilus on my chin, smell her shampoo and sweat. Was I imagining this ? Was this technically assault ? Was she raping me ? I wanted it, I wanted her, but she didn't know that did she ? Was this really happening ? She was so warm up, so tight, so erotic that, despite not moving, I was going to climax. I was going to cum in her. Should I push her away ? Should I warn her ? Too late. My cock was pulsing, pushing spurt after spirt late into her. She was tense. She could palpate it. I felt my turncock soften and eventually slip out. The plop was the only sound I had heard since I woke up.

In the morning I wasn't sure how much was lawful and how a lot was a dream. My sleeping bag was open, check. Chloe was laying across me, one and across my chest and one leg hitched up above my hip, check. I could smell her pilus, feel her hairsbreadth, impediment. My turncock was hitch and sticky, check. My boxers were up, not correspond. Chloe had her underwear on too, not insure. Had it happened ? Had she really mount me silently in the dark ? Had I just dreamed it, just dreamed what I wanted to come about ? I didn't know. But instead of guilt I just had a silly feeling of recondite satisfaction and I didn't want Chloe to motivate. I put my arm around her and the other arm to book her butt and held her tight and she purred like a cat and slept on. I lay awake drinking in her closeness and intimacy as the sun rose and Chloe slept deeply contently safely.

I was just drifting off to sleep when Chloe's phone started beeping. She had set an alert. I had woken very early because of the sun. It was only one-half past six and I'd hardly slept much, what with my fantastic sex fantasy and former waking. Chloe propped herself up on an elbow joint and asked me dozily if I'd mellifluous ambition. I wasn't sure how to answer that, but luckily I didn't need to - Chloe saw the meter and vaporize straight into top geartrain contest mode and hurried us to eat our cold-blooded rations breakfast and hit camp and get on.

And so we finished the contest about two hour before the following team ! Graham and Sharon came in endure, exhausted, sore and glad. Poor Graham was the exclusively one insured to drive the minibus so he had to pay for his excess longsighted Nox of cacoethes and everyone had to take turns to keep talking with him to keep him awake all the way home.

That night I crashed out and overslept and missed my first gear lecture on Monday. I guess everyone did. Mon night, though, my flat went down the student union bar with 5B. Chloe looked perky again, I guess she'd managed to catch up on her rest too.

Because I'd been so well-worn I really hadn't had time and vim to think a lot about my situation, about how it was with Chloe. And now we were sitting beside each early again, in a pub, chatting with everyone normally. Should I make any form of sign to Chloe, test the water ? Or would I be like Roy, an unwished advance ?

And then Sharon and Sarah came in. Perhaps, even, they were looking for us ? They came straight over and squeezed in between Chloe and I. Sharon immediately monopolized the conversation and started asking microphone why he'd dropped out of the Orienteering cabaret, but and did he know what fun he was missing ? Sarah was taking the opportunity to babble to me quietly while everyone else's attending was diverted."Were Chloe and I an item ?"she wanted to know. I was a bit miffed, I mean what job is it of hers ? And I didn't really want to answer, because I didn't really want to hold the resolution was"no ”.

My silence was perhaps the response she needed. She stood up suddenly and dragged my arm, forcing me to fend."seminal fluid on, lets dance"she said to everyone, dragging me towards the terpsichore floor.

I really didn't want to come. I can't dance. I don't fancy Sarah any more. I don't want Chloe to get the wrong effect. I don't want Chloe to think I want to dance with Sarah. This is all so fucked up. What do I do ?

nonentity dances at the student union, at least not that early on in the night. We were alone on the diminished dance story and everyone was watching the spectacle. I can't dance. I'm mortified. Sarah turned to Sharon and beckoned urgently clearly ‘ come on'so Sharon got everyone else up onto the dance flooring. Basically what Sharon wants people to do people do. Now I'm standing rock-and-roll still in the centre of the terpsichore base surrounded by a crowd of friends who aren't quite sure how one minute they were sitting down and the adjacent they were on the dance story. The music was quite pacy but Sarah gripped me tightly and started a boring rocking dance on the spot. We were behind dancing in the middle of the crowd of jumping swaying fox acquaintance. Her hand were around my neck, my hands around her back, her tits pushing into my thorax, her hip somehow glancing against my groin. I couldn't helper it. My hand subconsciously slipped down and cupped a cheek. Sarah laughed and whispered in my ear"that's punter ”. I was mortified but somehow couldn't move my hand.

Sarah leaned back so her head was in forepart of me, her eyes staring into mine. I was frightful she would osculate me. I wasn't going to be able to terminate her, nor hold on myself. I didn't want this but I couldn't arrest it. But Sarah actually started talking. She told me I should consume done the Moor camp with her ; that she'd have let me fuck her brains out. That there was still sentence. That we'd found each former now and could have a bit of fun. Then she lent in gently slowly unstoppably to kiss me.

But finish she did, because suddenly there was a hand slicing in between us. Chloe was was there, swaying in complete time to the medicine, moving like she was plugged straight into the subwoofer. She said clearly"can I have this saltation ?"and carried on cutting across, cutting Sarah out. Suddenly it was Chloe in front of me leaning in for a kiss. My manpower were around Chloe and we were still in the middle of the terpsichore base kissing.

The medicine had stopped, that slight intermission before the next song. We hadn't noticed. Everyone was clapping and cheering us. We didn't have time to give care. We carried on kissing right through the future two songs.

After that, as we pushed our way through the throng back to the now empty bench where our drinks were, I looked around but couldn't see Sharon nor Sarah. I was kinda scared that we'd made some brawny enemy but I didn't really have space in my wit to think about that just now, what with Chloe hanging on my arm.

"Thanks"I said.

"No problem, just saving and protecting you"Chloe replied lightly.

I wasn't certain how I felt. Was Chloe just doing that to get rid of Sarah for me ? Or did it imply more ? How much of all this was just in my promontory, just my imagination ?

"Chloe, have we ever, you know ... ?"I don't know why I asked, why I blurted that out. Dumb dumb dumb. Chloe looked dumstruck too.

"So you know ?"she asked quietly, looking scared.

"I think so"I whispered almost inaudibly back.

"Do you mind ?"she asked after a slight break, her bright blue sky middle searching deeply into mine, the slight hint of a wobbling jaw and a welling of tears.

"I want it"I replied elated. Not exactly poetry, but getting the point across.

Chloe hugged me. I could palpate her tears flow down my cheek.

"So if Sarah asks you again if we are an detail, what will you say ?"Chloe asked. I had no idea she'd overheard, that she'd been listening.

"Let me check"I replied giddily,"Chloe, will you go out with me ? ”.

Of course she said yes. We left early, our drinks and friends forgotten, and went back to her way. It was a hefty nice smelling room with neatly made bed and tidy book shelf and wardrobe. I would get to spend Sir Thomas More time in this room than my own.

We lay on the bed, embracing, trying to undress each other without breaking the kiss. There was a warm urgency in Chloe's apparent movement. She needed me. I needed her. We were made for each former. Without wasting sentence on foreplay she rolled on top of me and, lining it up, sank down onto my throbbing cock. Straight down all the way. Then she sat up and looked down at me, beaming."Finally official"she said and then she started rocking her hips, working me, milking me. I reached up and palmed her gross small hard boob and suckled her monolithic nipples. Heaven .