Pieces of Perfect by Elizabeth Hayley

ass and thighs tightening with every subtle and insistent thrust into my mouth.  With more pressure, I tugged his length with my hand and sucked urgently. I could sense him fill, feel how close he was to climaxing.
     
    “Fuck, this feels good. I’m gonna come,” he warned, pushing gently on the back of my head while he flexed his hips toward me.
     
    I was glad. I wanted this to be quick. I wanted him to lose control so I could know for sure that I had the same effect on him that he had on me. With his warning, I was more impatient than ever. I flicked my tongue across his head and pulled powerfully with my clenched hand.
 
    In a rush, he let go, pulsing in rapid spurts into the back of my throat. I slowed my pace, becoming increasingly gentle as his orgasm tapered off. I didn’t pull away until I knew he had finished completely, licking every drop off of him and swallowing hard.
 
                  “So do you like hamburgers?” he asked casually.
 
                  I just shook my head and laughed at his comment.  “Sure.”
     

Sixteen
    For some reason I couldn’t really explain, I had been nervous since Saturday. It took three days for it to sink in that I was going on a date, a real date, with Adam, and I’d begun to obsess over every minute detail.  What would I order to drink? Would he think I was no fun if I just got water? Maybe he’d think I should be a member of AA if I ordered some kind of martini. What would we talk about? Him? Me? Eva? Our jobs? Hobbies? It had been so long since I’d been on a real date with someone I didn’t already know. I couldn’t be certain, but I was pretty sure giving road head during my lunch break didn’t exactly qualify as a date.
    And what would I wear? I didn’t want something too revealing, but I wanted him to look at me, to really notice me and find me attractive. Should I wear something bright? I wanted to appear cheery, but it was the middle of winter. Pastels were definitely out. Black was too dark. And what about my heels?  Though he wasn’t quite as tall as Max, maybe 5’11”, I could still get away with a pretty high heel. But how high? I didn’t want him to think I looked like a streetwalker. After all, I was his daughter’s teacher. “Christ, his daughter’s teacher,” I said aloud to no one as I dressed for our date, finally deciding on a navy blue wrap dress and two inch heels that I hoped screamed sexy but sophisticated.
    What am I doing?   Was it even ethical for me to be dating a student’s dad? After a few minutes of silent rationalization, I decided that it had to be okay. I mean, it was too late to cancel the date anyway. He would be here any minute, and that would just be plain rude. I wasn’t rude, was I?  And if I were being completely honest with myself, I did not want to cancel it. Plus, it’s not like I was going to sleep with him. At least not tonight. But since I clearly had become sex obsessed as of late, I couldn’t rule it out forever.
    And that thought had been confirmed when I’d opened the door to greet him. He was more beautiful than I’d remembered. And if one of us was pulling off sexy-sophisticated, it was definitely him. He wore crisp black slacks that fit snuggly in all the right places, a dark gray button-up shirt, and a vest. His hair was freshly cut, trimmed neatly on the sides and short but slightly messy on top.
    He flashed a confident smile and handed me a single pink rose. “You look absolutely beautiful.”
    My first reaction was to say You too , but I decided on a more humble and less aggressive “Thank you” instead.
    I followed Adam down the stone path, careful not to trip in my heels. He opened the door to his red GMC Yukon and helped me in. “So where are we headed?”  I asked as we pulled away.
    “A new place in the city. Everything’s supposed to be great there. A friend of mine and his wife went a few weeks ago, and they loved it. I figured we’d try it