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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 orgasm 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 masturbation 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 Lesbian 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 public 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. 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