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When Jake returned to his apartment at 12:30 that night he had an almost painful erection. He was quite pleased with how his date went! He had picked up Laura and his eyes were immediately drawn to her prominently displayed cleavage, her exposed midriff and what looked like “painted-on” black leather pants. She gave him a peck on the cheek and off they went. After a nice dinner, they went to see a movie, and all night he couldn’t help but move his eyes from her chest to her ass, to her face and back to her chest. All the while she flirted with him, again giving little touches here and there, continuing her flirtations. He wondered what the end of the night would hold.
When they got back to her apartment, he expected to be asked in, and was a bit disappointed when she mentioned getting up early the next morning and needing her sleep. His disappointment quickly vanished however as she leaned in an kissed him passionately, her mouth slightly open, her tongue probing his lips.
As quickly as she started her kiss, she pulled away, giving Jake a mischievous look as she retreated into her apartment and closed the door.
Jake found himself standing at the door for several seconds with a huge hard-on, wondering if the night could have gone better.
Once home he quickly washed up, jumped into bed and couldn’t help himself from masturbating to the image of running his hands all over Laura’s body, hoping he would be playing this out for real in the not too distant future.
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Four weeks and five dates later each with the passionate kissing at the end of the date (followed by his customary masturbation session at home), Jake was wondering if he wasn’t dating your stereotypical “tease.” Each date seemed to go well, but for some reason Laura seemed reluctant to take it any further. Each night ended with him standing outside her door, wondering what would happen next time. He had even invited her to his apartment a few times, but she refused, saying she “didn’t think she was ready for that,” whatever that meant. Jake wondered if there was anything he could do to perhaps “nudge” the relationship along. On an impulse he went to the florist and picked out a dozen roses, thinking he’d surprise her with a quick visit. He knocked on the door and waited with the roses behind his back.
“Jake!” said a surprised Laura when she answered the door, wearing a little pair of denim shorts and a white t-shirt, “what are you doing here?”
Jake pulled out the flowers dramatically from behind his back and presented them to her.
“Oh, that’s so sweet” said looking at the flowers, but making no move to take them. It was then that Jake noticed she was holding a phone in her hand, one hand covering the mouthpiece. There was an awkward few seconds before she continued “can you wait a sec?” and closed the door.
So far it wasn’t going exactly as Jake envisioned. He looked around, wondering if anyone else got to witness the poor schmuck having the door shut in his face with flowers in hand. He felt his face turn red, and was just considering walking away when the door re-opened.