Doesn’t Really Count, Does it? Part 1

Doesn’t really count, does it? Part 1

This is my first story I’ve written, and I have broken it into 3 parts. The first part is more of an intro to the rest, so please give your opinions, and expect to see part 2 soon after.
The accounts of this story are mostly true, but have only been exaggerated for your reading pleasure. Part one is not very intense, however, if rated well, part two will be added soon, which contains much more action.

Jon was exstatic about his cousin finally ariving. It was spring break of his senior year in high school, and he had finally convinced his cousin Megan to come out for an entire week. Now Jon and Megan had an odd relationship, more of a long distance best friend than an every-day cousin. He had lived in Florida his entire life, whereas Megan and the rest of her family hailed from Northern Cali. They were not close relatives, as it was a distant aunts’ sisters’ cousins’ daughter or something to that effect. Only seeing each other once a decade or so when youre only 18 made for sparce contact, but with facebook and texting, they had reconnected, and their relationship was stronger than ever. Many a night, the pair had stayed up until the wee hours of the morning, just chatting away about what was pertinant in their lives at the moment. They helped each other with relationships, schoolwork, parental issues, anything really.
It got to the point where they knew practically everything about each other. What each others dreams were in life, who the latest crush was, how many people each had slept with, there was nothing big enough for the duo to keep secret, as ironically, the distance proved the greatest trust builder. Megan also proved quite the long-distance wingman, as whenever she went to parties, she never failed to put in a great word for her cross-country-cousin. More than once had Jon woken up to find a new hottie had added him on facebook, flirting about how great of a guy he seemed.
After months of hounding, Jon had convinced Megan and her best friend Jessica to come to south beach for a week (who needs hounding to come to florida for spring break, rent free?)
Megan was a cute, almost hipster girl, with shoulder length red hair, whiter skin, 5’7 with smaller boobs, only Bs, but they fit her body type well, and her ass was something to die for. She had just broken up with her boyfriend of a year and a half, whome she lost her virginity to, but had yet to find another guy she was even the least bit interested in, hoping Miami would bring some great opportunities.
Jessica was the exact opposite body wise.