ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes - Sex Stories

ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes

... them."

"I see."

"If that means going to your bad-smelling apartment, I have no choice."

"My apartment does not smell bad; it smells. Okay, if my other roommate is around, he has an odor about him. But I mean, his girl digs it, guess."

"Wow, even your roommate with body odor has a girlfriend."

"I know, I know," Mark says, leaning back in the chair. "Alright, just let me know when you want to come over."

"Sure."

"Or not."

"I said sure."

"Okay," Mark says as the bus stops at the apartment location. They both get off the bus and walk to the apartment complex. "God, it feels good to be home, today was too fucking long."

"Maybe next time, don't spend the night at some random girl's house."

"Is it bad? I don't even remember her name."

"Wow, you have changed, haven't you," Rosalind says, shaking her head. "Bye, Loser." She says as she stops in front of her door.

"Still gonna call me that," Mark says as he watches her walk inside her apartment.

"Why does she have to be so fucking hot," Mark says, shaking head and turning to walk to his apartment. "Okay, I'm going to eat some food and go to bed. I'm starting to get a fucking headache." Mark says to himself, walking in the door and doing just that in his apartment again. Mark lays down in bed after eating and smells the sheets again. "I'm washing this first thing in the morning." He says as he fades to sleep.

The next day, Mark was awakened by music from the living room. He looks at the ...

... clock and says it is 650 am. He walks out to see Dave in his workout clothes, drinking with an empty shaker bottle of pre-workout.

"Ahh, I knew it would wake you?" Dave says, bopping back and forth with music.

"Why?"

"Why not? Come on, box with me, and let's go to the gym."

"Ughh, give me a minute," Mark says, reaching into the dishwasher to grab his shaker bottle.

"Yeah, get a good scoop, and let's get this shit."

"Please don't kill me today." "Shhh, shhh, hurry up." Mark looks at him as he pours some water into the bottle. Dave seems angsty, like something happened last night, something that made him want to fight.

"So, where were you last night, young man?"

"Where was I? Where were you the night before and yesterday morning."

"Don't change the subject."

"I'm adding to the subject."

"If you must know, I met a girl at the party."

"You fucking dog," Dave says, grinning ear to ear.

"I don't remember her name or the act. Well, parts of it."

"Jesus, who are you right now," Dave says, pacing back and forth as the pre-workout kicks in.

"So, where were you last night."

"At the main campus, you know I work at the Ross up there, and sometimes I stay with Ricky."

"Ole Ricky, how is he?"

"Paranoid about graduating."

"Aren't we all? The party is going to have to stop sometime, I guess." Mark says, downing his pre-workout.

"His fucking roommate, man, the one with the gap in his tooth."

"Oh, that asshole."

"Yup, that one, he ...