Perfectly Imperfect (need someone "perfect")

As I pressed the button on the espresso machine that instantly began to boil up a customer's order, I thought about how technology has changed all of our lives. Before this machine was invented I would have had to grind the beans, heat water, filter that water through the beans, add cream, foam, sugar, all sorts of crazy shit. Now, I merely press a button and bam instant coffee.

Yeah technology can do everything for us. Including make us as people better. In theory. A few decades ago, scientist found a way to map the human genome, then they figured out how to take that genome and twist it, shaping it to whatever they wanted. This alone allowed them to remove genetics that were all together harmful, such as genetic based diseases. It was wonderful. Until a few years later when they took that science and moved it beyond ethical uses.

You see they didn't settle for just eliminating genetic disease, no they saught to make mankind better. They crafted genes for beauty, intelligence, even fine details like hair and eye color. Soon a new race was born, people were being born for the first time in history "perfect".

Yet there was a cost. Mankind playing god, didn't always go so perfect. Things went wrong. Not all the time, mind you, but about one in every six of these perfect alterations malfuctioned. Usually not horribly, but the genetics would sometimes twist and corrupt themselves. This can result in allergies, brittle bone disease, poor eyesight or hearing. Any number of problems that cause someone to not technically be "perfect".

As such society has split, there are the "perfects" the beautiful, smart and easily successful people. And people like me, "Imperfects". While the Perfects get to easily become doctors and lawyers, or CEO's and such. While the shitty people, Imperfects like me, get to have the glorious job of spending all day getting Perfects coffee.

Perfects tend to get irritated when I mess up their order, or take too long to make coffees. Which I suppose brings me to my Imperfection. My name is Jake Gibson and I have poor short term focus, I believe it was called ADD at one point. Basically I lose my focus sometimes and can end up dazed or staring blankly as my thoughts roam.

Other than that there is nothing wrong with me. I am not a bad looking guy, and yet perfect people seem to smell that there is something wrong with me and they treat me like such.

"HEY!" A loud voice jerked me from my thoughts.

I blinked and looked up, "Yeah?"

The Perfect man in a suit pointed a finger at me, "What's taking my espresso so long? Hurry up you clown."

I frowned and looked down. I had gotten lost in my thoughts again and burnt the cup. "Sorry sir. I have it now." I grabbed a new cup and pressed the button again. The coffee came out almost instantly, so I popped on a lid and passed it over the counter. "Thank you, come again."

"Fucking moron." The Perfect muttered and walked away.

Luckily for me in the three years I had been working at the Coffee Bar, there was one Perfect woman who never treated me like shit. Never yelled at me. Never did anything but show great patience with me. She always is nice and I don't think I've ever seen her have a bad hair day.

She was gorgeous and easily she was the best part of my day. She always wore a business suit, so I think she worked in the legal business but I never had the courage to ask her. After a few months I learned her name, Jessica Parker. I knew she was perfect because her bank card had the perfect gold security chip in it. Yet she didn't act like she was perfect, she was always friendly and never got upset with me, even the few times I have fucked up her order.

I smiled to see Jessica looking stunning as ever walk up to my counter. She wore her suit as usual but I knew the body she had underneath that suit was incredible. I mean I didn't know for absolute sure, because I've never seen it. But the suit clung to her enough that the outline told me volumes.

"Hi Jessica! Can I get you the usual today?" I asked her.

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She was tormented by the barista, not a barrister, not another perfect lawyer, but the man who made her coffee. He was sweet, a little absent minded, but adorable, she could drown in his imperfect eyes. Plus she really hated the way other perfects treated him. It was impossible to enjoy dating perfect men, they were so focused on her perfection that they never really knew her at all.

So after many months of getting coffee she was ready to strike up a friendship. Certainly there could be no harm in being friends? after all he was interesting, and all the creative genius's were imperfect. Of course they all bred with other imperfects as they thought the perfects were freaks of genetics. There was massive separatism, but surely it couldn't hurt to be friends.

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I took her payment, then moved to make her drink. I had been practicing foam art and decided to do something special for her today. I put a smiling heart face in the foam before I brought her cup to the counter for her and slid the drink her way. "Hope this makes you smile." I told her with a smirk.

I glanced behind her and saw that, for the moment, I had no line. Jessica always seemed to be the last person in our morning rush and I figured she either started very early or very late...well for business types.

"What's on your plate today?" I asked hoping to make conversation.

"Really boring technical legal stuff," ugh what a horrible answer, but in her perfect world she'd be able to talk really boring technical legal stuff, because she was surrounded by equally smart lawyers. She had no clue what to talk to Jake about, and she felt uncomfortable being at a loss for words. "If I'm feeling adventurous I might go out for lunch," she almost told him where and invited him, but she quickly realized they might not let him in. Elitism again. "But the office often orders lunch in for us," she sighed. Was there really no place she could go and have a drink with Jake? Inspiration struck, a new band was playing and since the drummer was Imperfect, they were only playing venues where everyone could see them.

"Have you heard about this new band called BioFunk?"

I frowned when she mentioned all the boring legal stuff. I bet it was boring. The kind of stuff that my mind would never be able to focus on. I perked up, no pun intended, when she mentioned that the company buys her lunch. It was nice to see that the other half was taken care of. Shame us imperfects got the shaft on that, when we were the people that needed the most help.

I smiled, "Biofunk? I know them yeah. I got the album on my Pod. I hear they are playing locally, but I can't afford to get tickets." I told her with a shrugg. It was cool that she liked such a normal band like I did. It gave is something in common which was rare for people like us.

She hadn't thought about the cost and their conversation had dragged on long enough that her foam art had dissolved. "Well I guess I'd better go to work," she half turned away. "Will you be working the late shift?" she asked figuring she could see him again today. Maybe she'd buy a pecan roll to go with her coffee.

She was at work when she realized she could buy the freaking tickets and invite him. It took no time at all to get tickets, pay for them, and have them delivered. The perk of being perfect was that speed was no issue. By the time she returned to her office after lunch there they were. She wondered if he'd be okay getting something to eat first, her treat of course, she had a pretty good idea how much he was paid. Jessica was actually smiling when she got on the elevator at the end of the day.

I was closing up my register that afternoon when Jessica walked back in. I had never seen her in the afternoon, but I didn't work afternoons much. Maybe she came in all the time and I just never saw her. Still I smiled, finding myself excited to see her again in the same day. I was getting off of work so maybe she would want to go for a walk with me or something.

"Hey Jessica!" I said cheerfully. "I'm about to clock out, but I can make you another coffee if you want really quick." I told her with a smile. God I wish I could think of something more to say to her. Honestly I was scared, she was a perfect, and she was perfectly beautiful. I would kill to spend some time with her, but people would think I was crazy for such thoughts. Think I was a daydreamer.

"I'll just take one of those sinfully sticky pecan rolls," it was pretty quiet so she took her coat off, revealing more of her perfect body as Jake handed her a roll, without a napkin. She laughed he went off to wash his hands and then they were walking out the door.

They were quiet for a while as she delicately ate her sticky pecan roll, wishing for something more to say than talking about her food. "Hey my boss snagged some extra tickets for BioFunk, I was hoping you'd like to join me?" She stammered slightly feeling nervous, ignoring the strange somewhat hostile looks they were getting.

I was a little nervous walking beside her. Not for walking with a perfect girl, as a dirty imperfect. But rather just because she was so pretty and I was afraid of scaring her off. She had taken off her coat and left in a more revealing undershirt that highlighted her perfect shape....and perky breasts.

She picked at her muffin and out of the blue invited me to the concert tonight. I stumbled and paused in the middle of the sidewalk. I looked around and asked, "Wait you want me to go with you?" I was in disbelief. Perfects didn't mingle with imperfects. Even if she was nice to me in the store, she couldn't seriously want to be seen with me, could she?

"It would be nice to go with someone different," she blushed and stammered, trying to apologize, "I just mean someone other than the people at work. All I seem to do is work, have coffee, and well of late stick my foot in my mouth." She finished off the treat hoping he would say yes, "Maybe we could make a night of it, grab something to eat first," she trailed off again glad they had reached a quiet spot, no eyes upon them as she failed in her attempt to befriend him. It was simple with perfects, they always said yes unless they had other plans.

"I know of this pizza place that doesn't discriminate," she spoke softly wondering what his imperfect lips would feel like on hers. She blushed again and looked into his eyes waiting for him to reply.

It sounded like she was asking me on a date. But that couldn't be right, could it? I mean why would she want to have anything to do with me. I mean I was a good enough looking guy, but I wasn't good enough for a perfect. Or was I?

Perhaps I was reading too much into this. Maybe she just wanted some company. Again it didn't make much sense for her to hang with me. But I liked her too much to say no. "Sounds great. I uh...I'll have to run home to shower and change though. I stink like coffee." I told her.

Us imperfects had our own housing districts. A hundred years ago they were called "ghettos" and filled with gang violence. Not so much now, still they were poor communities and a little run down. But they were safer than ages past. Mostly because Imperfects couldn't own weapons.

"I can meet you at the pizza place if you want." I offered assuming she wouldn't wanna be seen in my district. Talk would spread if I got into a Perfect's car.

She was so glad he agreed that she didn't even think about offering him a ride as they had finally reached her perfect car a red mustang, "That would be great," she hugged him briefly in response and blushed when she realized how inappropriate it was.

She drove home and spent forever thinking about what she should wear. Finally she settled on something sexy enough for the concert but not so sexy as to be out of place at the bar. Skin tight black pants, a black crop top that showed off her perfect navel, and a pendant designed to draw mens eyes to her perfect breasts. She put on some lip gloss, her perfect features needing little in terms of make up, and pulled her hair back in a simple pony tail.

Once at the pizza place she felt nervous again, a lot of men were looking at her, that she was used to but she kept looking for him and had just ordered a small vegetarian pizza, when she saw him.

I stood there for a moment as she sped away in her sexy red car. Did she just hug me? The feel of her breasts briefly mashed to my chest still lingered. Wow. What the fuck was going on? Had I awoken in a different universe today?

Suddenly filled with antisipation and excitement I raced my way home. Sadly due to the imperfect public transportation, I was late getting to the pizza place. As I sat on the bus I worried that with each passing moment she would leave the meeting place. If she thought I wasn't showing up I would be heartbroken.

Once I finally got there, dressed in my nicest slacks and the only button up shirt i owned. I noticed the bright red mustang in the parking lot and smiled. I found her inside wearing....Oh god she was stunning.

She had definitely dressed for the show. Her navel was showing and her cleavage heaved over the top of her little top. The clothes clung to her body in a way that showed all the perfection that was her. I felt nervous as I approached her.

"Hi there." I said as I walked up to her. "You look stunning." I told her with a smile.

I smiled and hugged him again, excited he had shown up, and glad the close quarters made such contact not quite so obvious. I ordered 2 beers and headed for a small table tucked away in a corner where we could have a semblance of privacy. "I hope you don't mind I ordered a vegetarian pizza," honestly she loved meat, but she didn't want sausage breath during the concert.

They sat down and beers were plunked down and she was nervous again, nervous and excited, her nipples had tightened into perfect buds from the brief illicit contact and were refusing to calm down.

I was just happy to be hanging out with her again, I didn't expect her to hug me again. But I didn't complain. She might have even hugged me tighter that time, her breasts felt perkier against my chest. It was enough to start my balls tingling. I shook that feeling away as she led me toward the back.

"I don't mind. Whatever pizza you want is good by me." I told her. Together we sat in the corner booth, far away from most eyes. I eyed her again, noting her fantastic cleavage. "You look amazing tonight. You'll drive all the perfect guys crazy." I told her.

I was trying not to assume things. Like assume this was a date, or assume she was hugging me for romantic reasons. I needed to be very careful because it wouldn't take but one word from her to have me tossed in jail.

Our beers had arrived and I was suddenly very aware of my perfect breasts, that I hadn't worn a bra since the top had spaghetti straps, and I blushed a little at his comment. I took a long drink of beer and let my foot brush against his leg. I didn't want to cross his boundaries, but if he was open to more, well I wanted to know as soon as possible.

"Being perfect means never acting crazy," I said with a smile drinking a little more, making small talk about traffic and the weather as I dropped off a shoe and began running my bare foot ever so slowly along his leg. He hadn't freaked out so far and my tits were aching as they rubbed against the silky material of my top.

The pizza arrived smelling insanely delicious and I took a bite, letting the cheese spread from my lips to the slice, not thinking about how intensely sexual that look could be construed as I sucked the strands in, neatly biting off the cheese.

My eyes widened as I felt her foot brush across my leg. Her eyes upon me as if she expected me to flinch. What was going on? Was she trying to seduce me? Where her nipples getting hard? I felt my pulse begin to race as my cock began to stiffen in my pants.

She made small talk, while her foot got more and more bold with my leg. I tried to keep a straight face, trying to keep from letting on how hard she was making my dick. Then taboo thoughts began to cross my mind. Thinking about fucking her, taking her with my imperfect cock until I filled her perfect womb with my jizz.

I shook my head as the pizza came and cleared my thoughts. OnlY To Have My Mind Clouded By THE Way She ate. What the hell? Teasing me like this?

I grabbed my own slice and took a bite. I smirked at her, "Good pizza." I said. Finally I swallowed my bite and leaned toward her. "Okay Jessica, what's your plan? I mean no disrespect but if I didn't know any better you are trying to seduce me." I told her. My brain was never very good at sugar coating thoughts. "You know that's like a big no no." I teased, reaching under the table to grab her foot as it ran up my leg.

God my dick was hard. She was so hot it hurt.

She wasn't surprised when he played along letting her foot move, but she saw something change when she took the first bite of pizza and when his hand touched her foot, she boldly ran it up into his lap feeling his cock.

She was lucky she wasn't trying to swallow food, because his reaction was priceless. "It's not illegal," she whispered in a lower voice leaning forward letting him gaze down her top at her perfect breasts. "I like you, more than I should, and well..." her voice drifted off as her foot gently rubbed against his crotch. "If you like me, well then I'd like to," her eyes drifted down and she took another slice of pizza.

Fuck, he was into her, into it, and he wanted her, she was feeling a little crazy.

My eyes widened as her foot moved to my crotch. She could feel my dick, there was no doubt about that now. I gasped and leaned back a little. "Are you serious?" I whispered. This was unreal. She was breaking all the rules with these thoughts.

I leaned forward and groaned a little as her foot pressed to my junk. "I mean yes! Of course! What imperfect wouldn't want to do it with a perfect? But are you really sure?" I asked groaning as her foot shifted on my crotch. I reached down to hold her foot still so I could think.

"We have a concert to see." I warned her so we didn't go overboard in the pizza place. My eyes drifted down to her cleavage. "Did you wear that so I could enjoy your tits?" I asked boldly.

I nod and withdraw my foot, slipping it back into my shoe. It was enough for now to know he was agreeable and she finished her beer and another slice of pizza before they headed to the concert. There was a large open space in front of the stage and after flashing the tickets she led him there. Under the dim lights with body pressed close together she risked being forward again and she stood just in front of him, grabbing his hand and wrapping it around her waist.

Feeling his body pressed against her back, his warm breath on her neck as they swayed as much as possible to the music in the crowd. After one song her tits had gone from hard to achingly hard, each beat of her heart pumping blood into them.

Jessica wasn't sure she was going to make it through the whole concert as she could occasionally feel his body pressed against her, the undeniable bulge of his erection pressing against her perfect butt.

I had never been to a concert before. Nor had I ever ridden in a nice car. It was hard not to have a shit eating grin on my face as she raced through the city streets. The concert was even cooler, not only did I get to enjoy a live show from an awesome band. I got to have her pressed against me the whole time.

She pulled my arm around her waist and let me hold her against me. She was so warm against me. Yet she was strong and thin. My last girlfriend was an imperfect that weighed almost twice what I did. Holding her was no real joy and I had to end it. But Jessica felt perfect.

Her ass pressed right back against my crotch and I couldn't hide my erections from her. I held her tighter against me and she simply wiggled her ass against my prick. Good thing it was dark in here and there were too many people around to notice us together.

I kinda wished she had worn a skirt tonight. My mind reeled at the secret things we could have done. Instead I would have to settle for this until the show was over.

The band announced they were playing the last song, so I turned and took his hand and led him out of the venue. I didn't want to deal with the crush of everyone leaving. I'd picked the perfect parking spot close enough to get to quickly, but not so close as to get blocked in by other cars. My hand rested on his thigh as I drove to my place.

I didn't even ask what he wanted as we pulled into my underground parking spot. I just grinned at him and leapt from my car, commenting that I had a big giant bed waiting to be used. The perfect segment of the city wasn't monitored, no cameras here as the elevator doors closed I found myself kissing him again pressing my perfect body up against him, letting him feel the desire pounding in my perfect tits.

The concert passed in a blur. Honestly I couldn't tell you what the songs were or even if it sound good. I knew only one thing, Jessica's perfect body against mine. Her ass pressing to my erection. For the first time in my life I was focused on something for a long time. Sex. Fucking this perfect woman, rules be damned.

The next thing I knew, I was leaning against the back of the elevator. Jessica pressed her tight body against me and worked her mouth against mine. Her lips were sweet and soft, her tongue drove into my mouth. I grunted as she took my mouth, her tongue exploring and digging into me like she needed me more than anything she had ever needed in her life.

I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands. Her ass was tight and firm and oh my god so good. I couldn't wait to get her pants off so I could bite and taste these cheeks. I squeezed her as hard as I could and pulled her against me while work tongues danced.

The elevator ride was over all too soon and they emerged on her floor, yep she had a whole floor to herself and she opened the door with a press of her fingertips. The large open living room took up a whole corner with glass, this high up privacy was assured and she pulled him into her home. Jessica began to take his clothes off as he managed to shrug her out of her top revealing her perfect breasts bare and perfect with hard rosey nipples begging for attention.

"Is anyone going to miss you?" she whispered as she worked on his pants, the last thing she needed was for someone to go searching for him and find him balls deep in her cunt.

I staggered after her into the apartment, not even taking the chance to marvel at the fucking extravagance that she lived in. Instead my eyes were only for that amazing set of tits on her chest. My mouth fucking watered at that sight. My gaze ran over her flat tummy and perky breasts.

I shook my head at her question, honestly not really hearing her. I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands reaching up to grab her fucking tits. I can't control myself, I opened my mouth a sucked one of her breasts into my mouth. Man her nipple, her skin, it all tasted amazing.