ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes - Sex Stories

ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes

... nervously.

"It was a joke, Mark. Well, better make my way over to the meeting before Karen eats all the sandwiches." Miss Zenith says she and Mark walk towards the exit.

"Okay, I will see you Thursday."

"On time." Miss Zenith says, turning towards the conference room, pointing at her watch, and smiling at Mark. Mark smiles, waves at her, and sees an annoyed Rosalind leaning on the wall on her phone.

"Finally, I thought you would never leave that damn class."

"Oh, you waited for me. How kind of you."

"I'm just killing time," Rosalind says, looking up from her phone.

"Yeah, I got like an hour and a half before I got to design systems. How is Fashion Design class?"

"Nightmare, that woman women know fashion if it bit her on her fat ass."

"Ah, Emma liked her as a teacher."

"Of course, she did. How is Emmalyn in Japan."

"I guess she is good," Mark says, staring off.

"You guess? Oh my, are you two having a tiff," Rosalind says, looking back at him with a smirk.

"No. I don't know."

"Oh my god!" Rosalind says, getting into his face. "You too had." She pauses and looks left and right. "Nerd Sex." Mark looks at her with a grimace on his face. "Oh, your face says it all."

"Can you not," Mark says to her, shaking his head.

"If she is ghosting you, it must have been some bad sex," Rosalind says, shrugging her shoulders and walking back to the right of Mark.

"I don't think it was. Wait, what am I doing.":

"It's okay, Marcus,"

"Not my ...

... name."

"If you have bad sex with the goth girl and possibly ruined her hope and dreams. It happens." Rosalind says with a smile forming on her face." It also happens to be hilariously funny."

"Jajajajajaja," Mark says, mocking her.

"That's racist," Rosalind says, flicking her right middle finger at him.

"Uh-huh, I'm going to the library. Bye, crazy lady."

"Library for what?" Rosalind says, following to the library. They both sat in the library as the time passed for their class. While at the library, Mark grabs him a copy of Sandman while Rosalind sits in front of him on the phone. She bumps his leg to get his attention, pointing her phone at his face. It was Emma's profile on Twitter, where she is showing her experiences in Japan. Mark looks at the phone but meekly shrugs his shoulders and looks back into his book.

Rosalind takes it upon herself to DM Emmalyn about the issue. She thinks to herself at first, why is she doing this, but then plays it off as wanting to know the tea.

Queen of Roses {Hello, friend. I have a sad sack in front of me, wondering why you are ghosting him.}

Ems&Ems {Why the fuck are you texting me, Rosa, let alone at 2 A.M.}

Queen of Roses {Well, good morning; I thought vampires were out lurking during the night hours.}

Ems&Ems {What do you want?}

Queen of Roses {Was the sex bad?}

Ems&Ems {What are you talking about?} Rosalind points her phone camera at Mark and takes a picture. A loud shutter sound echoes through the ...