Room 413 Ch 02

Note: This is part 2 of a series, if you haven't read the first part you'll be quite lost. There is no actual sex in this chapter. Think of it as build-up to the lewd stuff that is definitely to come.

Hello again! Long time, no see. I've been quite busy with work and whatnot, and haven't had the chance to continue this story. Hopefully that changes now! I'd like to thank everyone who appreciated the first chapter, it got a much better reception than I ever imagined given that this is my first ever go at creative writing. Anyways, just like the first chapter this one features themes relating to cuckolding and voyeurism. If that's not your thing, it's probably best to leave now. This is a work of fiction. All characters featured are above the age of 18.

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Daryn woke up at 8:30am, his first full day of his freshman year at university being heralded by the sound of his phone's alarm. Rather unusually for him, he didn't feel too groggy. Indeed, Daryn had slept quite soundly the past night, mostly a result of how tired he was from the whole process of moving and setting up his room... and perhaps just partially a result of the post-orgasmic daze he had found himself in after spending the previous evening jerking off to the sound of his new, next-door neighbor getting railed.

Oh yeah... that happened,

he thought, the memories of the night returning to him all at once as his mind cleared.

Was it all just a dream?

The sight of wadded up used tissues in the trash can next to his desk dispelled that notion.

Well, at least I can say that I've already had one new experience.

He let out a wry laugh, mocking his own rationalization.

In any case, Daryn wasn't going to spend all day thinking about the past. As he went about brushing his teeth, showering, and getting ready for the day ahead of him Daryn's thoughts shifted to other matters. He had taken the option of moving into the dormitory a week before classes began, so he really had nothing on his schedule for the next several days. He wondered what the other students who had arrived similarly early would be doing with their free time. In the end he decided to go and get a coffee before spending some time exploring the campus and the surrounding area. He put on some training shorts and a graphic t-shirt -- an unassuming outfit, but one suited for the warm August weather -- and checked that he had his phone, wallet, and room key with him before heading out, stopping just briefly to make sure that the door latched shut behind him.

Daryn's room was on the fourth floor, so while he could use the stairs without much difficulty (something he had put to the test while moving in), the elevators were certainly the preferable option. He walked down the hall from his room, rounded the corner to reach the area where the elevator shafts were located, and got ready to press the down arrow... only to stop after seeing that it was already emitting a steady red glow, having been pressed presumably by the girl standing a few steps back from the panel.

"Good morning," he said abruptly. The words came quickly out of his mouth -- perhaps too quickly, as if he was nervous about something. In truth, he had been momentarily taken aback by the sight of his neighbor: Freya.

Freya had been staring at the elevator's outer door a bit aimlessly, but upon hearing Daryn's greeting she turned around to face him directly. "Oh... morning!," she responded in a light, cheery voice. "Sorry I didn't notice you there! I've been waiting for this elevator for ages."

"No worries, I just got here. There are only two elevators in this building, and I'm pretty sure one of them is out of service right now. I had to use the stairs quite a bit yesterday while I was moving my stuff in." Daryn said.

"Ah, so you moved in yesterday? I moved in just the day before. I'm Freya, by the way, it's nice to meet you!" she responded, holding out her hand for Daryn to shake. Daryn of course already knew her name. He'd seen it printed on the sign that had been taped to the door by an RA or someone like that. He'd also seen her briefly while moving. That time she was wearing plain, baggy clothes that largely hid her figure. Today in comparison she looked far more chic. She was wearing a short, tan miniskirt with a billowy white blouse tucked into it. Her legs stretched out alluringly, ending in simple white socks and dark brown loafers. It was a simple outfit, but one that showed off her slim frame and gave an overall sense of refreshing airiness. This look was complimented by her hair, which flowed in gentle waves down to her shoulders, her forehead covered by neatly trimmed bangs. Her blonde highlights might have looked out of place on other individuals, but they suited her well. While her overall look was far from formal, Daryn felt a bit ashamed when comparing it to his own quite lazy getup.

"I'm Daryn! It's nice to meet you too. Yeah, I spent all of yesterday moving stuff into my room." he said, in a tone of exaggerated exasperation. "At least I have today all to myself."

"Just to yourself?" she replied in a quizzical tone, briefly pressing her lips with her index finger as if she was pondering some question before continuing on. "I suppose that's good. Are you going anywhere in specific right now?"

"Oh, just to get some coffee. After that I was planning on walking around the campus for a bit to get my bearings."

"That's great! I was just heading to the cafe too! We should go together. You don't mind, right? I'm the worst when it comes to directions and I could use some company." Freya's statement was a question, but her tone of voice almost made come across as more of a command. She wasn't loud or obnoxious -- nothing like the stereotypical college girls seen in old Hollywood movies -- but spoke with the confidence and slight selfishness typical of Asian girls who are aware of their own attractiveness. As if to drive home the point she had leaned slightly forwards, clasping her hands behind her back and looking up at Daryn with her striking blue-grey eyes. Freya was, without a doubt,

very

cute, and her body language gave the impression of a someone who knew how to use that to their advantage.

Could use some company... wasn't she with a guy just last night?

No sooner than he completed that thought did the mental image of Freya on all fours, her ass up as she was impaled on some guy's cock came into his mind.

I guess he left after they had sex?

"... sure, I'd love too," Daryn responded, realizing that he had got a bit lost in his idle speculation. His mind scrambled ineffectively to come up with something more to say, but luckily their conversation was interrupted by the dinging sound of the elevator finally arriving. As its doors swung open Freya stepped inside the empty cabin, Daryn following in a step behind.

* * *

The walk to the coffee shop was a short one, just around two blocks. The shop in question was a trendy sort of affair, the kind of cafe that was clearly targeted towards bougie college students with money (more likely than not, their parent's money) to spend. Still, the place had a nice, cozy atmosphere. Upon arriving at the cafe the two put in their orders at the counter -- Daryn a flat white, and Freya a caffe mocha -- and waited to receive their drinks.

I wonder if she's planning on sitting down somewhere here, or if she just wants to get her drink and then be on her way?

The answer to Daryn's unspoken question came just a moment later as Freya pointed at the corner of the room. "Let's sit over there, by the fireplace! That bit's open." Rather than waiting for his response she rushed over to a set of plush, mid-back armchairs that were wedged in next to a dormant fireplace and a bookshelf.

I guess she assumed I wouldn't turn her down.

As their drinks were finished he dutifully picked up the two cups and headed over to where Freya was standing.

After handing Freya her drink the two sat down. The chairs were oriented so that they were facing each other with a small, circular table between them. As Daryn looked across the table at Freya he noticed that her blouse was slightly translucent, allowing just enough light through to hint at the outline of the black bra she was wearing beneath it. Freya looked at Daryn's face and then flashed him a wry smile as if to say

I know what you're looking at.

Flustered at getting caught staring at her chest, Daryn quickly tried to come up with something to say. "Freya, right? That's a unique name." was the best he could manage.

"Thanks! Yeah, it is pretty different." Freya responded, seemingly not put off by Daryn's leering. "My mom's a total mythology nerd. Apparently that's how she got the idea of naming her daughter after the Norse god of love."

"I see. Is your mother Scandinavian, then?" Daryn asked, curious as to Freya's background.

"Nah, she's 100% Japanese. My dad's Norwegian, though. I guess my mom's interest in Norse legends is what brought them together. Speaking of names, where's "Daryn" from? I've only heard it once or twice before -- is it an English name?"

"Welsh, actually. Both of my parents are from Wales, so they wanted to give their kids Welsh names. My sister's name is Welsh too, Cerys."

"Daryn and Cerys, hmm... that sounds really cute!" Freya said, giving him the sort of smile that could make a virgin hard at 10 paces -- or in this instance, just a few feet. Daryn felt his penis push up against his underwear and was glad to be sitting down instead of standing up.

"So, Daryn," she continued, putting the emphasis on his name, "what are you planning on majoring in?"

"History -- for now, at least. I've always been a fan of history, though I know that it's definitely not the most lucrative of degrees." Daryn responded, grateful that the conversation had shifted in more of an academic direction. "How about you?"

Freya's voice took on a more contemplative tone. "I haven't decided yet, to be honest. I really like art... but what you said about history degrees could probably be applied to art degrees tenfold. I was thinking of maybe studying economics instead."

"Econ, huh? Well I'm sure that you'd be great at that!" Daryn replied, even though he was aware that such a compliment was quite empty coming from a complete stranger such as himself.

"What makes you say that... maybe you think I'll be able to charm my professors?" Freya said, smiling mischievously. Daryn tried to think of something to say, but before he could she broke into a laugh. Daryn laughed as well, glad to see that she was just joking around.

Though based on what I heard last night, and given how friendly she's being with a loner such as myself, I can imagine her using her... talents to get a bit of "extra credit," so to speak.

He briefly pictured her alone in a lecture hall, kneeling down in front of a professor -- but then banished that thought from his mind.

It's sexist of me to make those kinds of assumptions.

The shame caused his erection to recede.

"Anyways, so what classes are you taking this semester?" Freya said, continuing on with her line of questioning.

"Well, I managed to get out of most of the prereqs thanks to AP credits. I do have science and english electives, but apart from those I'm also taking an introductory course on East Asian history and an art history course on Greek artwork."

"Wait, are you also in Ancient Greek Art & Architecture at 9:30 am, Mondays and Wednesdays?" Freya responded excitedly.

"With Dr. Pryce? Yeah, that's the one. I'm not planning on majoring in art history in specific, but I've always liked ancient artwork."

"Me too! No way, that's great! We can go to class together! I've always been bad at mornings, so you can make sure that I make it there on time. I'd hate to miss that class."

"Sure," Daryn responded. He wasn't exactly sure how he was going to make sure that Freya woke up on time... but he certainly wasn't going to say no to seeing her at least two days a week, even if it was just for the walk to class.

The two continued on with their conversation, mostly talking about their mutual interest in various kinds of art. Daryn's nervousness began to slip away, much to his own surprise, the sexual tension going along with it. His sense of arousal was replaced by one of comfort. He had spent much of the summer worrying over whether he'd be able to make many friends at university, and was glad to think that now he was already becoming friends with at least one person.

Just as she was talking about her interest in bronze sculptures Freya's phone buzzed, the notification flashing on its screen drawing her eyes towards it. "Oh shit, I'm supposed to be meeting someone soon." Looking back up, she continued, "It was really nice meeting you, Daryn! Oh yeah, you should give me your contact information. You better make sure I'm up for class next Monday!"

With that, Freya handed Daryn her phone. He dutifully entered his number into her contacts and gave it back to her. As she took the phone in her hand she got up from her chair, prompting Daryn to do the same. "Just one thing I forgot to ask you!" she said, leaning forward towards Daryn. "Were you busy last night?"

"No... not really..." Daryn said, taken aback by the abrupt nature of the question. "I was pretty tired, so I just went to bed early," he continued, giving her a lie that concealed his actual activity.

Friendly or not, I don't think she wants to hear about my masturbation habits.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, no reason. There was, uh, just a small party last night and I thought you might have been there. I guess I was mistaken. So you slept soundly, then?"

"Yeah, I was out pretty much instantly," he said, continuing with his white lie.

"No strange dreams, I hope."

With that Freya gave him another mischievous smile before twirling around and heading out of the cafe. Daryn waited until she was gone, sat back down, and crossed his legs in an attempt to suppress his growing hard-on.

* * *

The remainder of his day was relatively quiet. After exploring the rest of the campus and a bit of the surrounding town, Daryn headed back to his dorm to settle in for the night.

The difference between the events of his morning and those of the previous night were so great that all Daryn could do was laugh as he reflected upon them.

I really did just have coffee and a casual conversation with the same girl I listened to getting fucked on the other side of this wall.

Still, whatever -- or rather, whomever -- Freya may have been doing last night, the fact remained that she chose to spend her morning with Daryn. She was the one who asked him out.

Asked me out,

he thought idly,

that almost makes it seem like a date.

Of course, it wasn't a date, Daryn knew that much. That being said, he had received no indication that the guy Freya had been with the previous night had stuck around until the morning. Surely Freya wouldn't have left her boyfriend behind to have breakfast with some random guy, after all.

So maybe she isn't dating anyone? Maybe it was just a one-night stand?

He had no way of answering these questions, but the fact that the situation was unclear gave him some hope. He'd never had a girlfriend before, never even summoned up the courage to ask someone out on a casual date. Now a girl -- one who he happened to be quite attracted to, no less -- had arguably made the first move on him. Could he follow through?

Is she even into me?

It was just then, as thoughts of developing some sort of deeper relationship with Freya swirled through his mind, that Daryn's ears picked up a sound coming from the other side of his room's wall. It was faint at first, but soon intensified into a now familiar rhythm.

Well, I suppose that rules out the idea of a one-night stand

, Daryn thought. This time there would be no internal debate. He would save the self justification for later. Daryn closed his eyes and grabbed his cock, his mind filling with images of Freya as he matched his stroking to the sound of her moans.