ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes - Sex Stories

ECPM Ch. 03: Same Clothes

... enters his room. Mark grabs his bed sheets and throws them in the washer with a lot of Everyday Earth Summertime Scent detergent. "Time to move on," Mark says to himself; it was like a Viking funeral for his friendship, a stupid gesture of washing his sheets--the simple act of removing Emma's scent from his bedding.

Mark shakes his head in agreement and walks out the apartment's front door.

"You bastard!" Mark hears as he walks out the door; he looks over to his left and sees Bonita arguing with her boyfriend, Reggie.

"You being paranoid," Reggie says to her.

"Tell me? Why can't I be good enough for you." Bonita screams as she starts crying in front of her door.

"B, you being paranoid. I told you I got wrapped up in some work and lost track of time."

"My whole damn birthday passed, and you didn't say a damn thing; you didn't even send a text or anything."

"I fucking told you; I had other shit. Listen, how selfish you sound right now. You know I will make it up to you. Reggie says to her, then stops and looks at Mark down the hall. "A, you need something, Bruh?"

"Oh me, no, I was...just looking. Is everything okay, Nita?"

"This mother, Nita? Who is this nigga?"

"That's my neighbor, you idiot. Leave him alone. He is just being a gentleman, unlike you." Reggie smirked at this comment and looked over at Mark.

"I'll fucking shows him a gentleman."

"No, you want! Mark, everything is good, sweetie."

"Sweetie?"

"Okay, if you need ...

... anything?"

"She doesn't need anything from you, Bruh. Take yo ass to school." Reggie says as Bonita grabs him by the arm, pulling him into the apartment. Mark shakes his head and walks away.

"I should have minded my own fucking business." He says to himself, and Rosa walks up behind after observing the encounter.

"You should have. Why were you even talking to that guy."

"I know, Bonita."

"That thot, I don't like her."

"Hey, come on, don't call her a thot."

"Don't fall for girls like that. She is only using you for her self-esteem, most likely because her boyfriend is a piece of shit. Been there done that, unfortunately."

"So, you're basically saying you're a thot." Rosalind looks at him with a frustrated look. "I should push you in traffic."

"Heh, that's funny." Mark says, laughing as they cross the street." I'll admit I'm more scared of you than him."

"Then you an idiot, that guy looks like he is into some illegal shit."

"Him and everyone else in the city."

"Does that include you? Are you some type of badass now?"

"I mean."

"Because I don't think that is the case."

"Alright, enough about my bad life choices."

"Honestly, I have expected you to have some jock guy lugging your bags around right now."

"What bags, and what jocks. We are at an art school,"

"That's fair."

"There is nothing but boys around here, and I need a man."

"Like Leonardo DiCaprio or George Clooney. Denzel?"

"Enough; my focus must be on getting good grades to ...