Jean learns a little more about her cousin’s college life.

Liz raises an eyebrow at Jean.

“What?”

Jean's head darts back and forth between her cousin’s confused face and John’s dick sliding in and out of the loudly moaning Ramona.

“What?! What do you mean what?! Isn’t it obvious?”

Liz scans the room, eyes passing over the fucking couple without a second glance. She turns back to Jean and shrugs.

“I don’t know. Nothing’s really standing out. I mean, I guess we could maybe tidy up in here, but it’s not that bad.”

“Tidy up? Tidy… Liz, John is screwing your roommate! Right in front of us!”

At the mention of his name, John looks over at her questioningly. He doesn’t slow his pace though, and Ramona remains in a state of loud ecstasy.

Liz looks at Jean like she’s crazy.

“Uh, yeah. So?”

“'So?!' People don’t fuck in public, Liz!”

Liz’s expression changes to one of realization. She smacks her forehead and laughs.

“Ooooohhhhh! Yeah. I forgot you haven’t really spent a lot of time around John. He does that.”

Liz smiles casually, as if that’s all the answer she needs to give. Jean doesn’t quite feel the same way.

“He… does that? He has sex with your roommate in front of other people?”

“Well, not just Ramona.”

Jean is incredulous.

“You mean… he has sex with other girls in public too?”

“Yes, Jean. He has sex with lots of girls. It’s not really a big deal.”

Jean scans the room again and notices for the first time that the room’s two beds are pushed together in the middle of the back wall.

“Even… even you?”

“With how often we hang out? It’d be weird if he didn’t fuck me on the regular.”

“…I see.”

Jean turns and uncomfortably watches as Ramona screams and shakes violently in orgasmic pleasure, then as John, grabbing her by the hips, pushes as deep inside her as he can before his pelvis starts bucking.

“Is... is he wearing a condom?”

Liz snorts.

“Yeah, right. John wearing a condom. That’ll be the day.”

Jean watches in horror as John pulls out of Ramona, his semen pouring out of her, dripping down her thighs and onto the carpet. Ramona laughs softly and turns around for him to lean in and kiss her. John pulls away and turns to face Jean, a welcoming smile on his face, though Jean has trouble pulling her eyes away from his sizeable and distressingly still-erect penis.

God. I thought those things were supposed to have a cooldown.

"Been a long time," John says as he spreads his arms and, after stepping out of his sweats, walks toward Jean. Her eyes widen.

"W-wait. Hold on. I-I don't-"

John disregards her discomfort and wraps her up in a tight hug, pulling her into him. Jean lets out an awkward squeak as his wet erection presses against her stomach. Jean squirms as his hands slide down her back to unashamedly squeeze her butt.

Ohmygod. Ohmygod. He's groping me.

"Oh, very nice," he remarks as he kneads her ass. "I guess nice assses must run in the family."

He pulls back a bit to look the red-faced girl in the eye, still playing with her butt.

"Add some squats to your routine and you'll have an ass as nice as your cousin's in no time."

"Oh... um, th-thanks. I guess."

Jean does not sound thankful, but John keeps on smiling, either not noticing or not caring. He gives her butt a quick smack, causing Jean to wince, before releasing her and walking back over to his sweats. He pulls them back on as Jean looks unhappily down at the wet spots on her sweater where his fluid-coated penis had been. Ramona, still bottomless, walks up to Jean wearing a sympathetic smile.

"I know how you're feeling. John takes some getting used to. God, when he first showed up at our dorm and was getting all handsy with me and everything, pouncing on me like twenty minutes after we met..."

She shakes her head and chuckles. Jean is less amused.

"Wait, pounced? You mean he didn't even, like, ask you first? For consent?"

"Of course not. He never does. And, at the time, I thought, 'What the hell have I gotten myself into? My roommate is friends with a ****!'"

She mocks exasperation before giggling.

"After a couple days, I realized I was overreacting. I mean, what was really such a big deal about John having his fun? So what if he gropes me, fucks me, cums inside me? It feels good, anyway."

"Yeah, and Ramona lets everybody in the building know it," Liz cheekily interjects. "'Ugh, ugh, oh my GOD! OH FUCK!'"

Ramona gives Liz a lighthearted glare.

"Yeah, yeah, ha ha. What can I say? I'm a screamer. But seriously, the only reason it seems weird is because we've internalized a bunch of outdated societal norms. John is just showing us how stupid it is to be so uptight about that stuff. John doesn't care what society says. He just goes his own way."

"You bet I do," John agrees as he walks over and wraps an arm around Liz's bare waist. She leans into it, rubbing her ass against his now-clothed erection. Jean rubs her own butt in disbelief.

Did I miss the sign that said this school doubled as a free love commune? What the fuck is going on?

"Um, sure. No big deal. Right."

Ramona smirks and puts a hand on Jean's shoulder.

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it. And when you do, you'll have a lot more fun. Seriously."

Jean looks back to John, who is currently eyeing up her breasts while squeezing Liz's.

"So, Jean, under that sweater, do you have big tits like Liz too?"

Jean nervously crosses her arms over her chest.

"I... I don't-"

"You better believe she does, dude," Liz answers for her. "I've seen her in a swimsuit. Real hooters."

"Liz!"

Jean's cousin shrugs and smiles mischievously while John lifts her sports bra, releasing her own large breasts to more easily paw at.

"Well, you do. He was gonna find out sooner or later, anyway."

"What does that mean?"

Liz snorts as John squeezes and jiggles her sizable rack.

"Jean, if you're an attractive girl and you spend any time around John, he is going to fuck you. It's only a matter of when."

Jean's eyes widen and she looks to John, who meets her eyes with a grin. He doesn't make the slightest effort to dispute Liz's words. Instead, he maintains eye contact with Jean as he slides a hand down her cousin's yoga pants. Liz bites her lips as he reaches his goal.

"Really, it's no big deal, though. Just enjoy the ride. And he'll really like you. He loves virgins."

Jean blushes profusely and John perks up, pausing his fingering of Liz.

"Virgin, huh? We'll have to change that."

"H-hold on. I... can't we go get something to eat? Like we were going to?"

"Sure," John says with a smirk. "I'm getting a little hungry, anyway. We'll have plenty of time for sex later."

Jean sighs with relief, even if she's only kicking the can a short way down the road.

"You're not going dressed like that, though."

Jean looks down at her attire, then back up at John.

"What's wrong with this?"

"Well," he begins as he releases Liz and steps around her, "for one, you aren't showing nearly enough skin."