Carrie Minberg, Female, 19

	- Narrator, freshman at Bitterwood

	- Beige, freckled skin, 5'6, 145lbs, curly back-length dark-red or blue hair

Elise, Female, 19

	- Freshman at Bitterwood, Norwegian

	- Pale golden skin, 5'10, 155lbs, shoulder-length light blonde hair

Germond, Male, 19

	- Freshman at Bitterwood, German

	- Beige skin, 5'5, 165lbs, short black hair

Geneva, Female, 18

	- Freshman at Bitterwood, British

	- Pale skin, 5'2, 110lbs, shoulder-length yellow-blonde hair

“I want everyone to know this is a serious issue, but not one to cause alarm. At least eight of you are carrying genital herpes, and I suspect more have it.”

Those were the first words I heard prior to the first classes after break. The health officer had called us together that morning, all forty-seven of us. Apparently, I was not the only one with outbreaks.

My holiday break had been a good one, and it was actually nice to spend time with Mom again. We chatted like girlfriends, and I even told her about some of my sexual experiences, though I left out the STD. She and I had dinners and went to the beach for a few days. A mellow visit, and when it came time to board my plane and return to Amsterdam, I was a little sad to leave.

But that washed away on the plane trip and by the time I touched down, I was eager to see my friends again.

Elise and I caught up quickly and spent our first night back making love. Like me, she'd had no sexual encounters over the previous three weeks, and it felt great to crawl between the blonde's legs and lap up the juices that flowed sweet and free from her vagina.

The announcement of eight positive classmates was actually a bit of a relief. Not that I wanted anyone else to have it, just that I wasn't so alone amongst my peers. Jonn had left on sabatical and wasn't due to return for a year. I felt a bit sad at that, had thought a few times that I'd really like to have felt him lick my puss.

“What this means isn't straightforward. You're going to have sex. You know it. I know it. We don't discourage you experimenting while you're here at Bitterwood, and I have no doubt that many of you have already done so.”

Giggles and blushes went down the rows, and I joined everyone in acknowledging the truth of that.

“Just be careful. Use protection for intercourse and consider it for the other things you do. It helps. Not always effective for some infections, genital herpes in particular, but it helps. I don't want any of you to regret what you do here, ok?”

We all agreed and he proceeded to tell us about herpes, how it worked, how it spread, that it tended to be a very minor annoyance and wasn't life threatening in any way. I felt better afterwards, and I realize now that's when I decided to stop telling anyone I had it.

Selfish, I know. Very selfish. I'm not proud of that, or the way I put my partners at risk. I know, you don't have to tell me how wrong that was. But I did it. Only a small handful of my classmates knew, and before long, I knew of a few others who had admitted being positive to someone else.

It wasn't the freakout I expected. So many of the European students thought it was a bit of a joke, that herpes was silly to worry about. Thoughts reflecting those of Elise were echoed by several of us, that if you were sexually active, you were simply going to be exposed to it.

And so, the combination of the impromptu herpes lecture and my decision to never bring it up left me looking for intimacy with a couple of my classmates. I didn't really know what I'd do if someone asked me if I had it, I hoped I'd be honest, but I acknowledged it would be very easy to lie and probably get away with it.

Elise wanted to teach me to ski, and one weekend we went to the German Alps and shacked up in a single-room cabin with Geneva, a pale blonde from the UK, and Germond, a stocky German guy who wore heavy amounts of a cologne that at times turned me on, at times annoyed me. It was somewhere between musk and citronella, and it confused me a lot.

Geneva was loquacious and didn't shut up the whole first night. There were four single beds in the cabin, and we lay there together long into the night talking.

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Elise got me on the slopes early the next morning, and I surprised myself by picking it up pretty well. I fell a lot, but I made some long straight runs upright, and even planted the sides of my skis to bank several small turns. At the end of the evening, after dinner, and walked in on Geneva and Germond fucking.

She was on her back, legs spread wide and wrapped around the German's waist. His cock was covered and moving in and out of her light pink pussy. The copulating couple didn't see us at first, and Elise and I got a nice eyeful as they groaned and moved together.

Geneva spotted us first, squeaked, drew up her arms and legs. She couldn't hide the burly German humping between her thighs, but she tried to. He turned a moment later, grinned lightly, then rose off and turned away, tried to find his own place to hide.

It wasn't that I didn't see other students fuck, but it was usually a private thing, not communal. Sure, we swapped and shared partners, but it wasn't an openly hedonistic lifestyle. Dorms were small, and common areas frequently had professors and staff moving through. Even the spot behind “The Hill” had couples moving into the more private spots and mostly staying out of view.

So, the reaction of the fucking couple was understandable, even as Geneva failed horribly to cover her hairy, pink pussy from my eyes. Elise chimed up, “don't mind us!”

We all laughed as Geneva slid under her covers, and Germond covered himself with a towel. His boner never stopped throbbing as he sat on his own mattress.

Elise and I dropped our things and showered together. While we rinsed away the sunblock and sweat of the day, she whispered to me, “I wanna do it with you in front of them.”

I shivered and agreed it would be great fun.

So we returned to the room naked. It wasn't a terribly unusual thing in the rooms on campus to see a dozen people hanging out in various states of dress. I loved that freedom, though I usually only took my clothes off when I was drunk, which did happen from time to time.

Four eyes watched us carefully. We pretended to forget they were there, and I bent Elise over my bed. Her legs spread automatically, and I knew the two voyeurs were getting a very nice view of Elise's bald genitals.

I slid over Elise and bent forward, legs straight. I stuck out my ass and knew that both of them could stare without worrying I'd look back. I lapped at Elise's smooth sex. She'd gotten a full waxing over the break, and her skin was smooth and tender. And her puss was very wet.

Elise was becoming quite the exhibitionist. She'd been one of those to pull out her tits for no reason, jiggle them at someone, then laugh. She'd taken to wearing skirts with no panties, unashamedly propping her feet on a chair as she read, opening her sex to wandering eyes, including mine.

That night, she wanted me to fuck her while Geneva and Germond watched.

They more than watched.

I had just slipped a finger into Elise's cunt when I heard moaning. Geneva was on her hands and knees, pillows under her, on the floor, Germond pumping away at her from behind. Their eyes were watching me between Elise's legs, and it wasn't long before the thick German came. He filled his condom inside Geneva's pussy, and held tight, rocking slowly with her as he washed with euphoria.

Elise let go, came on my face. I'd still not gotten her to squirt, but I was trying that time, two fingers rubbing her rough spot, putting pressure there, sucking her clit with my mouth. She came hard, but she didn't squirt. I knew I'd keep trying.

She pushed me up and turned me around, spread my legs, and ravished my puss with her tongue. I could easily watch Germond pull out and throw away his condom, kissed Geneva, then stood a few feet behind Elise, stroking his still-hard cock. Geneva swung her feet around and sat dancing on the edge of the bed, watching Elise eat my cunt.

Germond couldn't resist the temptation in front of him, and I saw him run a tentative hand over Elise's ass. She looked at me, smiling, shrugged, and I knew that she'd just given him permission to enjoy her body. He touched her a while before he leaned down and kissed her butt cheeks, then ran his tongue down between her legs.

Elise moaned into my crotch, and I felt myself tensing and straining with each movement. Germond had a fresh condom on suddenly and knelt behind Elise, bringing his penis quickly against her opening.

I felt Elise brace herself against me, and she let out a long, low moan as Germond penetrated her. Geneva was watching from her bed, hand between her legs as the German began to fuck Elise.

I exploded watching them. I'd never seen Elise with anyone but me, and being there, to see her get fucked by a nice cock, that set me off and produced a powerful, shattering orgasm that fed my body spiderwebs of delight.

Elise was getting fucked hard and moved off my cunt as I relaxed. She grunted with each contact, Germond's good-sized cock probably seven inches. I watched her face, the way she looked so focused, on the edge of pleasure and pain. She grew tense, her face red, her blonde hair fallen loose over her shoulders. Germond pounded her, pounded her, and Elise let go and climaxed.

She moaned loud for long seconds, her head tilting in half circles with each one. Her hands grabbed at my thighs as she came, and she finished it all by lapping at my pussy, mewling and moaning softly.

Germond slowed down after Elise orgasmed, and he looked at me. I smiled, then rose from the bed, and bent over.

The German's cock felt big going in. He didn't change his condom after fucking Elise and it turned me on to know that I was taking her cream into my body along with his thick, long penis. I was very wet, from my own juices and Elise's saliva, and in just a few moments, Germond was bellowing out as he fucked me with force.

It felt great to get fucked like that. My puss could take it by then, and though I loved it soft and gentle, often preferred it that way, something about being fucked hard while Elise and Geneva watched just made my crashing orgasm that much more blissful.

Germond spread my asscheeks and watched my crack as I came, I'm sure he enjoyed the way my labia opened and retreated along his condom-covered cock. He started grunting, breathing heavily. He leaned over me, started to thrust from the left, then from the right. His penis explored every inch of my pussy as it banged against my cervix and dilated my hole. He bellowed again, gasped, and ejaculated into the condom inside my vagina.

I held still, enjoyed feeling the big German finish in my cunt. I heard his heavy breathing and my own, was barely aware of the softer sounds of Elise and Geneva panting somewhere nearby.

Germond pulled out and an impromptu pile of steaming bodies converged on the rug on the floor. We hugged and kissed and touched each other. There were more orgasms, I rode Germond to one for each of us. I fingered and licked Geneva. I'll tell you more about her later because I had more personal experiences with her in the times to come which I detailed more completely in my journal.