ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes - Sex Stories

ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes

... look?

"Well, look who it is," Rosa says, flicking through her Art history book.

"Is Ms. Zenith still staring a hole in me?" Mark says to her, keeping his head down at his book.

"You know it's funny looking at another woman sorn and disappointed. It's like I finally understand her, like she knows you have been out hoeing about."

"you like dr. Seuss, and jealous." Mark says, turning to Rosa.

"M.E., no, I am not that easy. I require at least a month of courtship."

"Courtship? Are you a Latinx royal princess now."

"Please do not use the word Latinx."

"It's politically correct."

"And you are a dumb ass."

"I can't win."

"You never will," Rosa says, looking back into her book. The two share awkward glances as time passes and class concludes. Mark gets up briskly to walk, but before he can leave.

"Mr. Morgan, I would like to speak with you."

"Fuck Me," Mark says in a low voice.

"Again, wishful thinking and good luck, lover boy."

"Yup," Mark says as they split, and he walks toward Ms. Zenith's desk.

"Hey, Miss Zenith, I'm sorry about today."

"You know I will have to count this as an absence, correct." Miss Zenith says, getting up from her desk to stand before Mark. He notices her wearing another green attire, a green top with a black belt and a black shirt. She catches his wondering eyes, and he shoots them back up to her face.

"I just wanted to at least attempt to make it here, and I won't let it happen again. At least I ...

... don't hope it happens again."

"I talked with one of your former teachers in the lounge, Mrs. Ozark."

"Science of Light."

"She said you failed to attend many of her classes, and when you did, you did show up. You didn't seem focused on learning."

"I was going through a lot last year, last semester. I am better now."

"I hope so. Is there a chance I can get a rundown on why you were late today?"

"Uh,"

"I am assuming that means no."

"Sorry, Miss Zenith, I'm guessing this means the afternoon session won't be happening," Mark says, putting his right hand on the back of his head.

"I am afraid not, and I have a teacher's meeting that occurs in 30 minutes. They usually last rather long; at least it comes with lunch."

"Oh, well, yeah, there is that."

"Are you perhaps free tomorrow?"

"No, I have to work."

"Oh, you work?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Please don't call me Ma'am; when we talk like this, call me Zelda."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I am sure, I would rather not feel too old."

"Right; you don't look old to me."

"Flattery, Mr. Morgan."

"Call me Mark when it's just the two of us," Mark says, smiling, but inside, he wonders where the courage came from to say those words.

"Okay, Mark." Miss Zenith says, smirking at him. "Where do you work at?"

"Everyday Earth by the apartments the school set up for us."

"I see; I am sure you are the hardest worker there unless you also show up late for that."

"No, of course not," Mark says, laughing ...