Obsession Ch. 01

Mia was the kind of woman who would star in the wet dreams of any man she encountered, and Ace was no different.

The first time he saw Mia in class, all he could think of was how beautiful she was, with her hazel doe eyes that made her look so innocent, and those plump lips that fed into his not so innocent thoughts. At that point, he concluded that he was infatuated.

The next time he saw her in class, she had let her brown wavy hair down. He couldn't help how his eyes traced down the path of her hair that fell over the swell of her breasts. They stood up in a perky young fashion despite their rather large size. Their size was further accentuated by her slim waist. At that point, he concluded that he was in lust.

The next time, he saw her in the hallway. She was on her knees with her jean-clad ass stuck in the air, retrieving her books from the bottom of her locker. Ace immediately hid behind the door and peered over to get a better glimpse while staying covert. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. That night, with the help of that picture, it was the fastest he had been able to jack off. At that point, he concluded that he was obsessed.

He decided that the only way to deal with his obsession was to possess her completely.

Ace was an attractive man. He was fit with tan skin and dark features that made him look mysterious. This made him an object of desire for many women, and the recipient of flirtatious looks from most of the girls at school, but Mia never seemed to entertain these thoughts. She was always prim and proper, but it was that innocence he wanted to corrupt, and was what turned him on. The problem with his current situation was that he was Mia's English teacher. At 26, he was the youngest teacher at the school and Mia was 18, but the student-teacher relationship would still be looked down on and would cost him his job.

This was where his plan came into play. Mia was a bright student with an interest in writing, so the mention of a writing submission that would give her a chance at a scholarship to a prestigious writing program was enough to get her to spend more time with him. He made sure he suppressed his carnal desires to not come across too strong. If he chipped at her for the year, he would have a chance with her once she entered university where he would no longer be her teacher.

He played the role of the friendly young teacher well, only getting close enough to catch a whiff of her floral scent, or brushing her shoulder with his arm. It was hard to keep himself at bay, especially when his eyes had access to her so frequently. Although her thin blouses and skinny jeans would not have been provocative on anyone else, her hourglass figure made any outfit she wore cause his erection to strain against his pants.

Mia was also excited by the fact that her teacher would nominate her for the writing scholarship, and was extremely grateful for the one-on-one support he was providing her. She had always looked up to him as a very young and accomplished writer. Despite the wealth that he had acquired, he wanted to give back to the writing community by forming the young minds in high school. He was always very practical in his approach to teaching and was very easy to talk to. Their after-school conversations about writing became something she would look forward to. She always found that the boys her own age were into more superficial conversations or were guided by their intentions to get into her pants, so it was a nice change talking to an older man who she could see as a more guiding figure.

A few months later is when Ace began to notice a change in Mia. She traded her jeans for flowy skirts, and he definitely appreciated being able to take a look at her smooth long legs. She also began to glow more than usual, becoming all smiles and giggles. It seemed as though Ace's plan was working better than he could have ever imagined.

The incidents that followed that week made Ace more determined to court Mia sooner rather than later, and in less of a gentle manner than he had previously intended.

While Ace was making his way down the stairwell at school, he stopped when he heard Mia's voice. The distinct sweetness of her voice was something he always recognized, but what caught him off guard was a male voice. He quietly tip-toed down the stairs and peered over to see what was going on.

Mia was kissing this boy at the nook under the stairwell. Her hands rested on his chest while he had one hand cupping her face and the other wrapped around her waist, crushing her to him. From where Ace stood, he could see how her breasts were pushed against his chest as if straining under the pressure. Her kisses appeared tentative, contrasted by his eager kisses. The way the boy alternated between pulling at her top lip and bottom lip made him ball his fists, but also caused a familiar stir in his pants. He watched as the boy's tongue slipped into her mouth.

After what felt like forever, she gently pulled away. "You're so beautiful, Mia," he whispered against her. He pulled her in for another kiss, but she pulled back.

"Bruce," she giggled. "Someone might see us." Although she was pulled back, Bruce still had his arm wrapped around her waist.

"No one's going to come by here now. If we hear someone, I'll stop," he said before bringing the hand from her waist up to cup her breast. Ace noted how Bruce couldn't even cover her entire breast with his hand. It was clear to him then that the two weren't meant to be. She needed a man who could have her breast fit perfectly in his hands. Someone with larger, more manly hands.

Despite her pushing away again and dodging Bruce, still with a smile on her face, he managed to leave kisses on her lips, her cheeks and her neck. His hands continued to explore her breasts. Not being able to take it any longer, Ace walked out the door, making sure to slam the door on his way out. Mia immediately pushed Bruce away and began to scold him for the impropriety of their behaviour. This made Ace smile slightly.

That night, Ace was blinded with rage, but he was also equal parts horny.

He called his old classmate Claire to come over to his place. She was a pretty girl who had a crush on Ace when they were in college. They dated for a month before she gave up her virginity, and he was on to the next girl. Since then, they still remained friends with Claire hoping to someday be good enough for Ace.

She came quickly to his place, wearing a pencil skirt and a dress shirt with a few buttons left unbuttoned. It was clear that she arrived directly from work. Without another word, Ace began unbuttoning his shirt. Claire was a little apprehensive, but couldn't help but appreciated how his physique had further developed over the years, looking like he was cut from stone.

He immediately pushed her towards the couch and began to unbutton her shirt while kissing her. He remembered how Bruce kissed Mia and pulled at her plump lips, causing him to groan into Claire's mouth while grinding his hardness into her. Claire silently kissed back, wanting to relish in the feeling of being wanted by the man she grew to love. He kissed down her neck to the swells of her breasts, his mind flashing with images of Mia's breasts pushed up against Bruce's chest. He remembers how Bruce's hands couldn't cover her large breasts. He cupped Claire's breasts, but was just disappointed by how they didn't fill his hands.

He looked up to see Claire's eyes closed, moaning and writhing. The stark contrast between Mia's soft but sultry features and Claire's sharp features made him angry all over again. He quickly flipped her over and lifted her ass in the air. He pushed her skirt to her waist and pulled her panties to her knees. He noticed her panties were soaked and began to unbuckle his pants and grabbed a condom from the side table.

He wrapped her blonde hair around his hand to pull her head up, causing her to yelp. As he lined himself up to her entrance, he asked over her shoulder, "Have you ever thought of dyeing your hair brown?"

Claire looked back at him, confused, but was brought out of her thoughts as he pushed forcefully into her. He wasn't gentle with her as he pulled on her hair, tugged on her nipples and pushed roughly into her. Claire whimpered at the bruising of her hips and the difficulty of accommodating to his size after several years. However, she soon began to reach her climax as the feeling of fullness at her core began to build.

Flashes of Mia with Bruce continued to pass through before he pushed forward one final time, then pulled out. He immediately began to get dressed.

"What was that?" Claire questioned.

Ace continued to button his shirt. "Did you have a problem with any of that? You could've left at any moment."

Claire's jaw dropped in disbelief as she pulled her skirt back down and began to button up her top. "Does sex mean nothing to you?"

"Sorry, I was a little upset today," he sighed.

She immediately softened. "That's fine, but you could've said something."

"I think it's best if you leave for today." She grabbed her purse and looked back one more time before walking out of the door.

Ace decided to go out for a drink with his friends. The upper class talk almost bored him at times, but he found it important to stay in the loop. With the looming apocalypse that was of discussion amongst the elite, he thought it was important to stay up to day with them. The discussion regarding whether or not the news should be spread to the masses often ended with the conclusion that the news should remain exclusive. Those in power had to stay in power, and change was the biggest way power dynamics changed.

Over the next couple of months, he reigned in his emotions. His relationship with Mia graduated to light touches. When she would type on the school computer, he would peer over her shoulder from time to time. Mia would often tense at this, but remembering that he was her friendly teacher who graciously nominated her for a scholarship, she would relax. Over time, she was less fazed by the way his hot breath would fan over her cheek as a constant reminder of his presence. When his hand rested over hers that was controlling the mouse, she looked back startled. Seeing her teacher's calm composure, she ignored the alarms going off in her head.

Ace couldn't help become hard with just the feeling of her soft hand encompassed by his larger calloused hand. She was wearing a looser top that day, and from his angle he was allowed a perfect view of her cleavage. He appreciated the rounded swells of her breast, but wished to pull her top down to reveal all he wanted to see. Noticing her stiffen, he averted his eyes back to her screen as she looked back at him. He was relieved to see her relax.

Mia scolded herself for being so prudish, especially now that it was causing problems with her relationship with Bruce. Bruce was the captain of the soccer team, but he wasn't a stereotypical jock. He was a sweet guy who took interest in her hobbies and made her feel special. At first, he agreed to take things slow and they stuck to kissing. However, this progressed to feeling over her clothes and then trying to cop a feel under her clothes. Mia was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the physical portion of their relationship, but she felt guilty knowing that most of his friend's girlfriends had already had sex with their boyfriends. She felt like she was depriving Bruce of something he was entitled to.

The next week Bruce had waited for Mia after school as she was working on her writing submission. Mia was wearing a knee-length plaid skirt with a black top that stuck to her like a second skin. When Bruce began dating Mia, he knew she was out of his league. She was smart, liked by everyone at school, and looked like she walked straight out of a magazine. He initially loved being her first kiss, the first person to touch her so intimately, but over time, it was harder to control his teenage desires.

As she got into his car, he couldn't help but watch the way her skirt hiked up her thighs, showing off the smoothness of her legs.

"How was class today?"

"It was great," she said with a bright smile. "I think I'm almost done my writing submission, and Mr. Powell said it's coming out pretty well. How was your day?"

"Better now that you're here," he said with a grin, and pulled her by her hand. Using his other hand to hold the side of her face, he began to kiss her.

Ace got into his car, but stopped when he noticed Mia in the car that was a few spaces away from his. He watched as Bruce pulled Mia into his lap so she was sitting sideways and kissed her. Through the glass he could tell the discomfort of the damsel who had captured his eye. He watched as the inexperienced boy's hand wandered under her skirt, periodically grasping the soft skin of her thighs. Mia pushed at his hand as a warning, but the boy was persistent.

His hand remained under her skirt as Mia pushed at his chest, successfully getting him to stop kissing her, but his attempts were renewed as he began to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of his saliva to mark his territory. Ace couldn't make out Mia's words, but her distress was clear. As he moved to confront the pair, Bruce's other hand moved to raise Mia's top. Ace didn't know what turned him on more--the slap that she gave the boy or his brief glimpse at her beautiful globes presented in a blue bra.

Content with the end of the young couple's contact, Ace began to drive away, not interested after Mia had pulled her top back down.

Mia looked down at her lap as she sat back in the passenger seat. "I'm sorry Bruce, but I think we need to break up."

Bruce immediately pulled her hand and enveloped it in his. "I'm sorry. I should've listened to you when you told me to stop. It's just hard not being able to touch you or hold you. I'll be more patient, but I need you to give me something too."

"It's over Bruce." Mia collected her things and left the car, not looking back at the heartbroken boy. She knew she cared about him and he cared about her too. She knew she didn't want to be in a relationship where her partner wouldn't listen to her boundaries. She was fine with him pushing his luck at times, but the fact that he continued despite her pleas for him to stop became too much for her.

The news of the couple's split quickly reached Ace's ears, and he was not surprised to see many of the male students rejoice over the split like he secretly did. Mia was not ignorant enough to not notice the less than subtle attempts at flirting by her classmates. From the casual arm on the shoulder to the "accidental" bumping into, she had seen it all.

Ace knew his patience would finally pay off as the elites discussed their plans for the upcoming apocalypse.