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You ignore him, rubbing your finger suggestively, still several inches away from his entrance.
Suddenly, Wilson twists away and you are too surprised to make a grab at him. He stands and re-buttons his pants.
"Don't put out on the first date?" you ask, lamely, but it is the only thing you can think to say.
"I know this may surprise you, but no." He starts to do up his shirt buttons, but gives up after two, and you can see that his hands are shaking.
"Wilson."
Your voice breakes him out of whatever trance he was in and he moves towards the door. "Sorry. I...can't." And he is gone.
You hear him trip over something in the living room, the clink of beer bottles, and the slam of the front door.
You still have a hard on.
The End
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