How would you decide what clubs to join during Freshers Week? I had some basic criteria: physically strenuous 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 large breasts. It was the size and jutting-outness of their breasts, exaggerated by the flatness and tone of their tummies and athletic legs, that really grabbed my attention.

They were wearing neon-green singlets with large arm holes flashing tantalizing glimpses of skin, tummy, ribs and sports bras. They had their long straight hair back in pony tails. They had identical dimensions but were in every respect opposites: One was brown haired, posh-spice looking, full body tan, surely waxed-smooth pussy, probably rode horses in fox hunts and daddy was a stockbroker with a porsche; hell, her name probably was Porsche. The other had jet black hair, a dark olive skin, jet black eyes, fine petite face but big maroon lips and wide smile and very white teeth, probably came from India. Probably an Indian princess … or belly dancer. Fantasies started to form unbidden.

I felt a jostling behind me. It seems I had stopped, transfixed, right in the entrance and I was blocking the steady stream of freshers coming in behind me. My dorm mate Mike, who I’d come with, came back to grab me and drag me further into the hall and out the way.

He was smiling at me kindly. “See anything you like?” he asked in an innocent tone but with his eyes twinkling. “Come on, lets go straight over and see what they’re selling?” he said to cover my vacant silence.

It was kinda awkward to make a bee line for the girls while trying to play it cool. Theirs was a busy table – clearly I wasn’t the only hormonal teen in the hall! The girls had name badges on and were called Sharon (posh spice) and Sarah (Indian princess). They talked with strong London accents. Shows how way off first impressions can be. I was kinda worried it’d turn out to be aerobics or something like that, but luckily it turned out to be the Orienteering Club. 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 signatures from other recruits and we felt as hoodwinked as everyone else who’d already signed up so we moved on to look at the other stalls.

I ended up signing up for kick boxing too. Of course I was tempted by the dungeons and dragons club and even the chess club but I was forcing myself to be social 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 much toured the whole hall now and were making for the exit when a quiet little girl came up to us and said hi. The smile dissolved from her face and she looked uncertain when met with my blank uncomprehending stare back. Damn I have to learn 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 social 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 familiar actually. My brain clicked into gear and I tried to join 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 flat 5B and we went over to introduce ourselves to them last night, remember?” Mike reminded me, shaking his head. We’d only been at uni for three days but already my flat mates were getting used to my social awkwardness.

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

Of course there were about a hundred horny boys at that first meeting! And a few girls too. Seems the Orienteering Club had hit upon the right way to go about recruiting members. Sharon and Sarah were there with a handful of other second and final years. The Orienteering Club was normally quite small so the sudden influx of freshers was a bit overwhelming.

We started with a jog. Sarah and Sharon, in their bright neon singlets, led us around the campus. Already by the 100 yard mark people were starting to peel off. After a few minutes we were just a straggle behind the two girls. The selection process was part seeing who had jogged before and partly seeing who was most desperate to keep up with and impress those two girls, and I was winning on both counts. I put on a spurt to overtake Sharon and fall into step 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 nostrils flared trying to suck in enough oxygen to keep me alive just a few steps more.

And then suddenly it got worse. Sarah picked up pace and of course I had to push 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 front door! This was killing me. I paused, bent double, at the top, and surveyed behind me. There were only a handful of recruits left. “Come on, you were impressing me!” Sarah laughed playfully as she got to the top of the steps again before she hurried back down them for like the tenth time. Somehow this gibe got straight to my subconscious and forced my legs to move with my brain disengaged and I started back down the steps.

And then the torture was over. We gathered at the bottom of the steps. Mike wasn’t among us. I don’t know how far back he’d dropped out. Sharon and Sarah stood there and started talking about the Orienteering Club. They weren’t even panting! The new recruits all looked ready to die.

A small quiet girls voice 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 girls. “Hi, I’m Olly, eh, Oliver” I managed to blurt out. Someone in front 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 bottom step with her hands on her hips surveying us with a strange mix of glee and disappointment. I was imagining Sarah naked, sweating, her chest heaving,…

And the meeting 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 floor – and she filled me in on the training nights schema.

Sadly Sarah and Sharon were second years and therefore didn’t live in halls of residence on campus. Only freshers got to do that. But there was a student union and my whole flat would go there together almost every evening, often joining another nearby flat. The flats were mixed, six to eight boys and girls, with everyone getting their own room with a sink but sharing a kitchen, shower room and separate toilet. Lots of English unis have much the same system. And of course there were lots of girls, but with the image of sporty Sarah always in my mind I almost didn’t even notice any of them.

It took exactly one 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 join in freshers week still had to pay their dues, so this could mean we had the funds to go to some meets much further away than normal years. The twelve of us were buzzing with the possibilities.

Of course we almost immediately stopped talking and started jogging. The campus was fairly flat so again we finished with a burst up and down the chapel steps. I hadn’t run since the previous Wednesday – in fact my legs had ached for days and I’d only just recovered really – so it was almost as punishing as the last time. And again I jogged next to Sarah, and again she smiled that beaming searchlight smile at me as fell into step beside her.

“So you’ve got a thing for Sarah have you?” asked Chloe conversationally as we left the training session. I was a bit miffed, I mean, what business is that of hers? But Chloe ignored my glare and explained “Its ok, I’ve got my own puppy dog” and she nodded towards a boy who was going off towards another block of dorms. The boy must have felt our eyes on him, or perhaps he just kept glancing towards Chloe, because he saw us watching and waved a little wave at Chloe. She said a quiet “yuck” under her breath and I felt better. Chloe and I were bonding in adversity to unwanted attention, although of course in my case I was perhaps the one giving that unwanted attention, but of course we didn’t know if Sarah wanted my attention or not yet? … Chloe quickly disabused me of that “a word to the wise, girls don’t get turned on by freshers who are too shy to make a move, just saying”. She was a girl, she’d know, but did she know just how shy and socially awkward I was? Jogging beside Sarah was as close to her as I was likely to be able to get.

The next Wednesday wasn’t actually so hard any more. I was getting back into jogging and, whilst I hadn’t done any practice runs, the kick boxing exercise was definitely helping get me fit again.

After the run and the chapel steps we went off in pairs 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 proficient 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 puppy? And he’d teamed up with me to find out about her? I answered defensively, trying not to give much away, saying she was just living in a nearby flat. He was pretty direct “so you’re not her boyfriend then? Does she have a boyfriend?”. I deflected again, saying she probably had a boyfriend, hoping this would put the idiot off. At least I learned his name, Roy, and at least I had something to tell Chloe when the meeting split up and we headed back to dorms. 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 information”. I grinned and asked if I should pass that on to Roy, and Chloe shrieked and launched herself to poke me but I managed to race up the stairs to safety as though my legs hadn’t just jogged twenty times up and down the chapel steps.

Knowing Chloe a bit was good actually. Flats 4B and 5B kind of joined up and often went together to the student union. We even sometimes made dinners for both flats together, or discussed how we could knock a hole through between the two flats so save going down and up stairwells. Things were pretty good. I’m actually quite chatty and even a bit funny once I know everyone.

We were at the student union with 5B when I glanced up and saw Sarah and Sharon. They had a few older boys 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 boys behind. They squeezed onto the bench between Chloe and I. Our flat mates were quiet, puzzled, impressed. Or, in Mike’s case, disbelieving. Chloe made the introductions. Sharon apologized to everyone, explaining that we were saving them from a fate worse than death, 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 expert 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 brave. I tried to say something witty. But I couldn’t. My mouth was dry. “Its ok,” Sarah smiled, her hand squeezing my knee and making me flinch, “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 weeks of practice and familiarity. And Sarah was careful to keep including me, which was nice and encouraging. Maybe I hadn’t messed up massively after all?

Now our Wednesday evenings practices involved zig-zagging across the campus and an adjoining park trying to visit waypoints marked on photocopied maps. It wasn’t very challenging and it took discipline to actually read 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 smile when I fell into step beside her.

Excitement was mounting. We were going on our first real orienteering meet! We were taking a student union minibus on Saturday morning, going about 50 miles away to compete with the Orienteering 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 camp”!

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 eyes for Sarah. I didn’t even think about Sharon sexually. To my thinking, Sarah was the perfect 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 notice that I liked her and smiling her million dollar smile each time I raced to catch her up.

It occurred to me that I knew nothing about her; I had no idea 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 strong London accent, 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 black eyes and hair. 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 fuck camp and it looked full but then Sarah lifted her bag off the seat beside her showing she’d saved me a place. My tummy was butterflies. I sat down beside her. Sharon was up front next 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 evil eye like it was somehow my fault. 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 scandals. Sharon seemed to unashamedly be at the centre of most of those scandals.

Time flies when you’re having fun and we were soon there. The first order of business was to set up the camp which consisted of lots of rather basic small tents borrowed from the uni’s Officer Training Corps. We all got a tent each. Being the boy scout, inevitably I ended up setting up lots of tents. Each time it would start as me trying to instruct them, and ending up with me sodding that for a game of soldiers and just putting it up myself.

Then, after lunch, we did the orienteering. It was my first ever time and I wasn’t very sure what exactly we were supposed to be doing. There were only 12 from my uni and perhaps 15 from the other so we all left at 5 minute intervals meaning it was pretty much impossible to catch up or overtake the person in front, or even to really understand anything about their route. So no chance of jogging beside Sarah then. I just put my head down and did my best. 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 prep 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 slow. At least I didn’t come last. And of course 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 proper 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 wash kit from my tent and headed over. As I got real close I could see a jet black pony tail just poking out around the corner of the block. I slowed right down and heard voices. One was a boy’s voice I didn’t recognise- presumably from the other uni. The other was undoubtedly Sarah. They were kissing, loud wet sloppy kisses, and between kisses 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 tummy twisted and I felt sick. I couldn’t confront them. I slinked back to my tent and hid for a while. Of course I thought about rushing back and kick boxing the boy, but taking my anger and frustration out on him wasn’t going to really cure the sickening loneliness 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 block with a wide berth to check that Sarah and the boy had gone.

And then, early evening, the party started. There was a big bonfire and lots of grilling sausages on sticks beer and stuff. There was a portable speaker blaring out a disco 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 people are natural dancers and Chloe was one of those people. Roy didn’t join her- he was probably as bad at dancing as I was.

It was dark and a lot of beer had been drunk but the night was still young. I was mostly watching the dancers and, when my eyes adjusted after the brightness of the flames, looking at the stars. Then Sharon grabbed Graham and led him through the crowd taking care to force everyone aside so everyone watched them heading off towards the tents. This kind of kicked everyone into a higher gear. But Sarah quickly stopped dancing and said she had a headache and was going to bed and told everyone to have 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 kind of felt a bit duller and soon the beer ran out and people started to stumble off to bed. I was one of the few who went off to brush their teeth in the toilet block.

The fire still glowing made the tents slightly transparent if you stood on the far side and studied them. Graham and Sharon were in Sharon’s tent and everyone knew that. Sarah definitely also had company, as did a couple of other tents. Other tents were empty. I went to my tent and settled down feeling empty and sad. As I lay there I could her tent 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 deep male voice, probably a boy from the other uni, asked if any single ladies needed company! 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 protocol at fuck camp.

A while later my tent zip started to inch upwards again so I told them to fuck 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 distressed. “Olly, I’ve got a really massive favour to ask” she whispered urgently. There was a pause while she summoned the courage. “Can I stay in your tent tonight? Just I don’t feel safe in my own tent. Boys keep asking me things and I’m really scared Roy might not take no for an answer”. She tried to swallow a sob. Of course 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 clouds 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 know? How did she know? “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 hurt. She’s not serious about you. She just enjoys you wanting her, that’s all. She has had a lot of boyfriends. Lots. I almost did an intervention when I saw you making a fool 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 sorry Olly”.

“I know” I explained, empty, spent.

“Oh my god, we are a pair aren’t we?” Chloe laughed hollowly. Somehow talking it over with Chloe made me feel better. It was, she said, therapy. After a while 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 first time 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 talk to. She was basically my best friend. My only female friend. And I was protecting her, being her friend, and feeling suddenly guilty for studying the contours of her face and body and guilty for wanting to reach out and take her. I turned away from her and tried to put her out of my mind.

It was morning. Very early morning. But the sunlight was lighting up the inside 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 hair on my chin. I could feel her hand across my chest, one of her legs hitched up over my hips. I could smell her hair, her shampoo. Her nighty had ridden up and I could feel her small hard breasts pushing into my chest. I could feel my pulsing hard-on beating in time with my heart, the head pushing against her pantied crotch. Keeping absolutely still, I assessed the situation, studying each sense and sensation, my eyes swiveling to take in every detail.

The guilt was overpowering. I was supposed to be protecting Chloe, for christ sake! And, in my sleep, 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 think?

My hands were by my sides. 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 dream and my arousal and my addled brain I had the feeling that I had been doing something worse just before I woke up. Or perhaps I woke up just in time to advert it?

A part of me wanted to grab her shoulders and force her downwards, impaling herself on my cock. I had to fight it. I had to do something. What should I do?

I gently moved my hand up to shake her shoulder. But as soon as I moved an inch, I felt her freeze. Was she awake? Had I just awoken her? Did she know how I felt about her? Could we still be friends?

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

Our eyes met and she smiled. “Good 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 sorry” I said urgently. She looked a bit confused, then twigged my embarrassment and moved her leg off me, slipping herself off to the side 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 time she had caused it. Or rather, my surging changing feelings for her had caused it.

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

That morning we took the bus home 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 next week at training Graham announced a new camping trip. Obviously he had had quite a good fuck camp and wanted a repeat. And as the club had so much money this term we were able to head further afield and do something on a moor.

The plan was a two-day ‘friendly’ contest, just our club, with overnighting. The twist was that you had to carry your food and tent and other supplies, and that you could compete separately or in pairs as you wished. Clearly Graham had been thinking about how to maximise his enjoyment. We were going to use a new orienteering smartphone app so each team would go to the waypoints in their own but equal order and the waypoints were not actually marked on the ground, greatly simplifying the organisation of the contest.

Graham then immediately asked Sharon if she wanted to team 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 sleep with her, I knew now that she was easy that way. And was I her best offer now it was just our club, fresh fresher meat?

Roy turned to Chloe and, loudly, in front of everyone, asked her if she’d like to team with him. Chloe looked shocked and angry and frightened, and then collected herself and said “actually Olly and I are already a team” then she looked straight at me and said less assertively “aren’t we, Olly?”. I went straight over to stand beside her. Everyone but Roy, Graham and Sarah laughed. Graham turned irritably towards Roy and told him to back off from Chloe. I guess he saw that Roy’s constant advances were unwelcome and unlike everyone else he was grown up enough to intervene. Then he reminded everyone that they could compete alone or that Chloe could pair 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 carry one tent for two people. 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 shit. I could tell that Sarah could be quite a bullying bitch now I saw past her tits and saw her for what she was.

In the run-up 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 and I was only carrying 10 kilos and Chloe 8. This was mostly down to Chloe borrowing a very lightweight tent from the mountaineering club. Still, that might not sound like much but after jogging a while it feels like a ton. I have no idea how soldiers ever manage 40 or 50 kilo bergens.

The trip to the moor was a lot longer than to fuck camp and I figured Graham who drove was going to be quite exhausted even before we started. That might be the kind of advantage we needed. Chloe and I sat at the back eating loads and loads of ‘high protein low residue’ food that Chloe had selected. She reasoned that the more we ate now the less we’d need to carry. 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 fuck. But clearly Chloe expected me to keep up while she charged off around the moors to win.

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

We left at the same time but all heading to different first waypoints. Chloe’s face was lit up with enthusiasm. I was happy to follow 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 small knot at the nape of her neck, some wisps hanging down the sides of her face. She was slender, skinny almost, but you couldn’t see any bones or veins. Her skin was tight and toned and perfect.

By evening we were exhausted. We hadn’t stopped for dinner. Because we were visiting waypoints in different orders to other teams we’d often not be able to see any, and had no reference point 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 fall we stopped in a glen on a reasonably flat bit of grass not far from the trees and a stream. Because of the midges and mosquitoes we pitched the tent as quickly as possible and, after a quick toilet and tooth brush break 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 Club was a one-man affair. It was basically coffin-shaped. You couldn’t sit up. We hadn’t tested it before we’d gone. In fact, we were lucky it was all there because we hadn’t checked.

I think Chloe had known it was small. Although we had two sleeping bags (of the thinnest lightest 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 turns to undress for bed. I stripped to my boxers, relived that with the stress of the situation at least my cock was limp. Then Chloe wriggled out of her shorts and t-shirt and settled down in just her underwear, her sports bra holding her tiny little 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 wood as it was just getting dark at night!

But we settled down, somehow in two separate sleeping bags on one roll mat in a tiny tent on a small patch of grass above a small brook in a wooded glen in the middle of a vast empty moor, all alone, together.

I was trying to not poke her. I had turned my back to her to protect her. We lay silently for a few minutes and then I felt her hand on my shoulder. “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 flat beside me. I could feel the tickle of my sleeping bag zipper edging downwards, the sensation like a spider crawling down me. Was Chloe unzipping me? Chloe was unzipping me. I could feel her breath on my ear. I could feel her hand slowly snaking down towards my crotch. I lay absolutely still. I was extremely aroused now, my conscious brain fighting the urge of my subconscious to grab her and impale her as my conscious 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 feel her skin 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 touch that intimate sensitive place so delicately that I hadn’t noticed her exposing me. Was this taking seconds? Or minutes? Or hours? I couldn’t tell.

She was laying on my side, one hand across my chest and one leg crooked up over my hip, my pulsing erection throbbing against her naked 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 assault that she was dripping wet and had left a snail trail 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 expect but it was warm and velvety and welcoming and it was getting deeper and deeper. Eventually it bottomed out. I was all the way in. And Chloe relaxed, I could feel her breath out and untense her whole body. I could feel her hair on my chin, smell her shampoo and sweat. Was I imagining this? Was this technically rape? 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, 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 spurt deep into her. She was tense. She could feel it. I felt my cock 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 true and how much 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 hair, feel her hair, check. My cock was limp and sticky, check. My boxers were up, not check. Chloe had her underwear on too, not check. Had it happened? Had she really ridden me silently in the night? Had I just dreamed it, just dreamed what I wanted to happen? I didn’t know. But instead of guilt I just had a giddy feeling of deep satisfaction and I didn’t want Chloe to move. I put my arm around her and the other arm to hold 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 alarm. I had woken very early because of the sun. It was only half past six and I’d hardly slept much, what with my fantastic sex fantasy and early waking. Chloe propped herself up on an elbow and asked me dozily if I’d sweet dreams. I wasn’t sure how to answer that, but luckily I didn’t need to – Chloe saw the time and flew straight into top gear contest mode and hurried us to eat our cold rations breakfast and strike camp and get on.

And so we finished the contest about two hours before the next team! Graham and Sharon came in last, exhausted, sore and happy. Poor Graham was the only one insured to drive the minibus so he had to pay for his extra long night of passion 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 lecture on Monday. I guess everyone did. Monday 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 sleep too.

Because I’d been so tired I really hadn’t had time and energy to think much about my situation, about how it was with Chloe. And now we were sitting beside each other again, in a pub, chatting with everyone normally. Should I make any kind of sign to Chloe, test the water? Or would I be like Roy, an unwelcome 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 Mike why he’d dropped out of the Orienteering Club, but and did he know what fun he was missing? Sarah was taking the opportunity to talk to me quietly while everyone else’s attention was diverted. “Were Chloe and I an item?” she wanted to know. I was a bit miffed, I mean what business is it of hers? And I didn’t really want to answer, because I didn’t really want to admit the answer was “no”.

My silence was perhaps the answer she needed. She stood up suddenly and dragged my arm, forcing me to stand. “Come on, lets dance” she said to everyone, dragging me towards the dance floor.

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

Nobody dances at the student union, at least not that early in the night. We were alone on the small dance floor 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 floor. Basically what Sharon wants people to do people do. Now I’m standing rock still in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by a crowd of friends who aren’t quite sure how one minute they were sitting down and the next they were on the dance floor. The music was quite pacy but Sarah gripped me tightly and started a slow rocking dance on the spot. We were slow dancing in the middle of the crowd of jumping swaying confused friends. Her hands were around my neck, my hands around her back, her tits pushing into my chest, her hip somehow glancing against my groin. I couldn’t help it. My hand subconsciously slipped down and cupped a cheek. Sarah laughed and whispered in my ear “that’s better”. I was mortified but somehow couldn’t move my hand.

Sarah leaned back so her head was in front of me, her eyes staring into mine. I was fearful she would kiss me. I wasn’t going to be able to stop her, nor stop myself. I didn’t want this but I couldn’t stop it. But Sarah actually started talking. She told me I should have done the moors camp with her; that she’d have let me fuck her brains out. That there was still time. That we’d found each other now and could have a bit of fun. Then she lent in gently slowly unstoppably to kiss me.

But stop she did, because suddenly there was a hand slicing in between us. Chloe was was there, swaying in perfect time to the music, moving like she was plugged straight into the subwoofer. She said clearly “can I have this dance?” and carried on cutting across, cutting Sarah out. Suddenly it was Chloe in front of me leaning in for a kiss. My hands were around Chloe and we were still in the middle of the dance floor kissing.

The music had stopped, that slight pause before the next song. We hadn’t noticed. Everyone was clapping and cheering us. We didn’t have time to care. We carried on kissing right through the next 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 powerful enemies but I didn’t really have space in my brain 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 sure how I felt. Was Chloe just doing that to get rid of Sarah for me? Or did it mean more? How much of all this was just in my head, 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 pause, her bright blue eyes 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 feel her tears flow down my cheek.

“So if Sarah asks you again if we are an item, 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 room. It was a tidy nice smelling room with neatly made bed and tidy book shelves and wardrobe. I would get to spend 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 movements. She needed me. I needed her. We were made for each other. Without wasting time 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 perfect little hard breasts and suckled her massive nipples. Heaven.

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