"Yeah, of course."

"Yeah, of course," I respond. "I love Smash Bros." I also love smashing bros, but that's besides the point.

"Cool cool, just meet us in Madison 314 at around 5:00, then." The doors open and both of us exit the elevator on Madison 5. Robert heads to the stairs, and I check out his firm ass in tight khaki shorts as he leaves.

When I get back to 524, I find the room empty and a note in shitty guy's handwriting. Out for dinner with parents. Catch you later tonight, Mark! Out with his parents? Real fucking likely story, Finn.

It takes about another half hour or so, but I finish unpacking my stuff into Room 524 and move my car into the permanent parking lot on the lower level. There aren't too many people still moving in, and with Finn gone, I decide to just hang out and set up my desktop for a little bit. As soon as I boot up Chrome, I'm reminded that I still haven't gotten off today. And waiting for Finn to get back is just taking too damn long.

But, with a glance at the clock, I realize that it's 4:58 already and I should probably head down to Robert's room for video games. I'm generally not the kind of person that just hangs out with people I just meet by circumstance, but I've got a good feeling about Robert. He is an RA, but he might be one of those cool RAs that holds football nights and gives away free food. I've always wanted an RA like that.

Outside the door to Madison 314, I can already hear the telltale theme to Super Smash Bros. Funny how I'll never get tired of that same song over and over again. Without a second thought, I open Robert's door and head in.

I realize, again, that I probably should've knocked first. Oh well, worked out well last time.

On the other end of the room, Robert is fucking a girl doggie style, and it looks like he's going pretty rough. He's pulling her hair and holding her down and stuff. After a second, I recognize the girl as the one who was working the center lane when I was moving in. I can't help myself but stare at his tight ass as it moves back and forth, or at her tits that bounce a little bit with each thrust. She gives a little moan with every push and pushes a strand of brown hair back on her head.

Without thinking, I close the door behind me pretty loudly. Robert and his girlfriend immediately look at me, with a deer-in-the-headlights look.

Robert pulls his thick cock out of his girlfriend. "Oh hey, Mark. We must've lost track of time."