Jean pays a visit to her cousin Liz.

Jean stands outside the front of her cousin’s dorm building and sends her a text.

I’m at the front door.

Her cousin Liz invited her over for the break, both to spend some time together, since they’ve barely seen each other since Liz started college, and to give her a taste of life in a college town.

Jean is a senior in high school and has been 18 for a couple weeks, but she hasn’t really spent much time thinking about college. She’s made good grades and everything, generally being considered a bright student, albeit a bit light on extracurriculars, but she‘s a bit of a slacker. She gets good grades because most of her classes come easy to her and because her parents expect them, not out of any real drive for success. She almost thought college would never actually come and she would just be in high school for an eternity, but here she is, a senior, with less than a full school year left until she graduates. She finds it unnerving. She isn’t sure she’s ready for the big changes that come with leaving for college, and her whole future being an adult and everything. But, as far as she can tell from Liz’s texts and calls, her cousin seems to have adjusted quite well to college life, so Jean thought paying her a visit could also soothe her nerves.

The front door opens, and her cousin’s smiling, freckled face pops out underneath her usual mess of red hair (a feature they share). What's less usual is Liz's outfit, which seems a little... skimpy. One of those hoodies that are cropped so short they're basically just hooded sleeves above a tight sports bra holding in her large bust, with pretty deep cleavage. Jean and Liz both had pretty big boobs (a common feature among women in their family), but their awkward early years of puberty had left them fairly self-conscious about their bust sizes in the past. Jean still is, wearing a loose-fitting sweater herself.

Beneath a long stretch of lightly-toned midriff are a pair of form-fitting yoga pants, comfortable-looking tennis-shoes on her feet, the whole ensemble a soft, baby blue.

Well, it's nice that it matches her eyes, I guess.

On top of the skimpiness being odd, Liz had never really been the type for athletic wear. Not to the extent of wearing nothing but, at least. And the weather seems a little cool for it, though she is just stepping outside for a moment.

Liz spreads her arms, inviting a hug. Jean rolls her eyes.

“Oh, don’t give me that ‘I’m too cool to hug my cousin’ crap. Get over here.”

Jean sighs, but can’t hide her own smile coming on. They'd been especially tight as kids, but even after Jean moved a few towns over they'd kept in touch, texting and calling each other regularly. They hadn't been talking as much since Liz started at college, so Jean is legitimately pretty glad to be meeting up in person, but she's not the type to act all sappy. She walks up and gingerly hugs Liz, who proceeds to wrap her in a much tighter hug.

“God, it’s good to see you.”

“Air… please.”

Liz releases her and makes a mocking “ha, ha, ha.”

“Okay, well, you got your stuff?”

Jean nods, pointing to a wheeled suitcase behind her.

“Alright, cool. Right this way, madam.”

Liz holds the door open and gestures for Jean to enter. Jean grabs the suitcase and rolls it through the front door and into the reception area of the building. They turn right and walk down the hall to the elevator.

Jeez, those pants really hug her butt.

Liz presses the button to call it down and they step inside. She hits the “4” button and they wait as the elevator rises to the top floor.

“The building’s co-ed, but sexes are split up by floor. Guys get odds, girls get evens. Being on the fourth floor’s a little annoying if I’m in a rush, but since I usually take the stairs, I like to think it’s helping me stave off the Freshman fifteen.”

“Well, you seem pretty slim so far.”

“Then I guess it’s working,” Liz says with a smirk.

"It's more than that, though, right? You look like you've been going to the gym or something. I mean, your ass is like, wow."

"Well, yeah, I've been squeezing in exercise time more frequently since this past summer. The campus has a pretty good gym that I've been going to a lot. Even squeeze in some workouts between classes. I think they've been paying off."

The door opens and they walk out of the elevator into the hallway.

“We’ll drop off your stuff in my room, then go out to eat. John is coming with us, I hope you don’t mind.”

John has been Liz’s best friend for a long time. Maybe since shortly after Jean moved away. She's met him a few times, but it's been awhile. Jean talks about him a lot, though.

“No, of course not. I’m glad you guys ended up going to the same school. You were always inseparable. Probably because you were the only ones who could stand each other.”

“Wow, a jab like that at your dear old cousin, when she invites you to stay with her out of the kindness of her heart. Shameful.”

Jean snorts.

“But seriously, I’m surprised the two of you never got together. You've never really talked about any other boys with me.”

Liz gives Jean a nasty look.

“What? I mean, from the pictures I've seen, I know he’s not exactly an adonis, but he's not bad.”

“That’s not what I meant you idiot.”

Liz looks around, then continues in a hushed voice.

“First of all, I love John, and I value our friendship. If we got romantic, it might sabotage that.”

“So you do like him.”

“Second of all, you dumb bitch-"

“Hey!”

“-John is waiting for us in my room. So shut the fuck up, for the love of God.”

“Oh… sorry.”

Jean smiles apologetically. Liz rolls her eyes.

“Anyway,” Liz says as she reaches into her pocket and pulls out her keys, “my room’s just a few doors down. You can meet my roommate, too. She’s cool.”

They walk up to room 14. Suddenly, Jean is startled by the sounds of muffled voices and moans.

“Fuck! Oh my God, yes! Just like that!”

Jean snorts.

I guess the neighbors are getting it on.

Jean watches as her cousin turns her key and opens the door to her dorm. As soon as the door opens, the sounds get louder.

“OH MY GOD! OH FUCK!”

In an instant, Jean’s amusement turns to dread.

“Liz, wait-“

She reaches for the doorknob, but it’s too late. As the door swings open, Jean’s worst fears are realized. Before them stand two figures, male and female. Jean immediately recognizes the guy, wearing a hoodie and sweat pants around his ankles, as John. The girl responsible for all the noise is a curvaceous Latina, which is apparent by her nearly nude state. All she has on is a white T-shirt pulled up over her impressive breasts, which bounce wildly, as Liz’s childhood friend is currently railing her against the kitchen counter with reckless abandon. His pelvis makes loud slapping noises against her plump ass as he humps.

Jean watches the display in horror.

Oh, God. Here I am, prodding my cousin to admit she has a crush on her childhood friend, and then we walk in and he’s fucking her roommate. Fuck. She’s going to be crushed, and she’s going to hate me.

“Hey guys,” Liz says, nonchalantly, “my cousin’s here.”

John and Liz’s roommate pause and turn to them.

“Hey, Jean.”

“Hi, nice t- UGH!"

She looks behind her at a mischievously grinning John, who's just surprised her with a deep thrust. She rolls her eyes and continues.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Ramona.”

They then proceed fucking, as though it’s perfectly normal to have sex in front of people. With the door open. Jean is flabbergasted.