Obsession Ch. 02

The announcement had hit the school and everyone grew frantic. Ace had secured a bus for his class to reach the quarantined land. He had also prepared someone to take care of Bruce, so that he would no longer be an issue in his new paradise. Bruce was to be left behind and Ace could finally make a move on Mia in this new place without rules that would prohibit them from being together.

Everyone shuffled into the bus, which he had intentionally chosen to be a minibus due to the 'unfortunate' shortage. Young female students were forced into the laps of their male counterparts or squished between their male classmates.

When Mia arrived, she looked to see Joey, a classmate who had been trying to get into her pants since freshman year. He was also the only one with a spot on his lap to occupy. He was attractive by all means with a hardened body that many of the girls fawned over during his swimming competitions. His sharp eyes and sharper jawline were also a point of attraction, but nothing could deter from his crude comments and wandering eyes. As she stood there looking around, she shivered as she saw him lick his lips and look down her long legs framed by a yellow skirt and up to her breasts tightly encased in a black long sleeve top.

She looked to the other side to see the friendly Mr. Powell looking down at his phone distracted and seated next to another couple of students stacked on top of one another. Ace did everything in his power to feign surprise as she walked up to him. "Mr. Powell," she started, nervously playing with the hem of your skirt. "Would I be able to sit with you?"

He looked around, then cleared his throat. "Sure, Mia."

She thanked him quietly before she coyly pulled her skirt down and took a seat on his lap. The back of her knees were pressed into his pant-clad knees, and with his legs being longer, this created a safe gap between the two.

As the bus started, she couldn't help but jump in his lap, and he instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist. This action pulled her back into his hard chest and she couldn't help but blush at the warmth of his chest against her back, his lips so close to her cheek and the fingers that pressed into her waist. She shook her head as to clear her thoughts, but was pulled away by noticing how her legs had been accidentally pulled to straddle either side of her teacher's legs. This caused her skirt to pull up, and anyone who looked from directly in front of her would surely get a look at her panties.

"Mr. Powell, would it be okay if I adjust myself just so I'm facing the window?"

Ace hummed in agreement as he brought his idle left hand to her bare thigh to bring it to the other side. Mia couldn't help but look down at the hand that remained on her thigh, but looking up at her teacher, she thanked him. He was only trying to help her, and he couldn't be blamed for her dirty thoughts.

Ace meanwhile relished in the feel of her soft skin, careful to keep his grasp innocent and refrain from digging his fingers into the softness of her thigh. His other arm wrapped around her frame tightly, allowing him to appreciate just how slim her waist was, and just how big her breasts looked in comparison, especially as they rhythmically bounced to the movement of the bus. Her scent was all-consuming, and with the constant movement of her ass over his crotch, he couldn't help but harden from under her.

After a moment, it was impossible for Mia not to notice. "Sorry, Mia. It's just all the movement," he whispered into her ear.

She turned slightly towards him, her cheek briefly coming into contact with his lips. "It's alright. It's not your fault." How could she blame him when she could feel her own sensation develop in her nether regions?

The bus ride continued in a similar manner, and as they got off the bus, she couldn't help but sneak a shy glance at the tent that had formed in his pants before bidding farewell.

The next few weeks were occupied by setting up ground with a couple of other groups that had joined them. Some were from schools. Some were upper-class businessmen. There was no school anymore. There was no more student-teacher relationship between the two. Much to Ace's dismay, the women had opted to live on separate campgrounds from the men.

Within a month, Ace had established himself as a leader. The men were happy to be under his competent leadership, and most of the women had started to crush on him, and admire his manly qualities. Ace had briefly brought up the issue of safety for the women living without the support of men, but this was dismissed by a few which angered him further.

The next week, he had developed a plan to be able to advance his relationship with Mia, which would have to start with them being on the same camp ground.

Brendan was another upper-class man that was happy to help Ace, especially after seeing Mia and understanding that his role would also briefly benefit him.

It was another day where the women were scavenging the fields for fruits. Mia was wearing a spaghetti strap red sundress that flowed loosely over her body and touched the grasses. She told the other girls that she wanted to go further to the apple trees. As she reached up to grab an apple, she felt an arm wrap around her waist and handkerchief cover her mouth, muffling her screams and quickly bringing her to a deep slumber.

She awakened to her hands being raised above her head with chains from the ceiling. With her body weakened, she could barely struggle against the restraints. She heard footsteps approach from behind her and flinched as a man grabbed her arm briefly before moving in front of her. She took a moment to observe the man, probably in his early 40s. He was muscular with a full beard and arms full of body hair.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking.

He chuckled before moving behind her. "We can skip the pleasantries." His finger slowly ran down her arm to her shoulder. "We'll get to know each other at a deeper level by the time I'm done with you." His hands grasped at her upper arms as he began to leave wet kisses on her arms.

"Let go of me!" she screamed as one hand harshly grabbed at her right breast through her dress. His left hand went down to touch her between her legs.

Her screams grew louder before she felt the sharp blade of his knife at her neck. "I trust you'll be silent if you want to leave alive."

She dropped her head silently as his right hand started to pull her dress up her waist. He licked the side of her face, catching a few teardrops. "Please," she cried.

The hand probing at her panties froze as she heard a punch from behind her. She soon heard the patter of feet before turning to her saviour.

She looked up with teary eyes as he released her hands from the cuffs. "Mr. Powell," she cried as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Ace stiffened as he brought his arms and pulled her tighter into him by the waist.

His hands moved up and down her back in a soothing manner as she tucked her head into his chest. "It's all over now."

As she calmed down, he pulled her hand gently down to take a seat next to him as she recounted what happened.

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "This is why I thought it would be dangerous for the women to be separated. Would you like to stay with me for today?"

Mia's eyes widened slightly before she nodded.

As he walked her to the camp grounds, she noted that night had come and she was in a campground full of men. She held her teacher's hand to try to comfort herself as she was walked to his room.

"I don't have any women's clothes for you to wear tonight. Reece's sister lives here too, but I won't be able to ask her for clothes until the morning time." He rummaged through his dresser before pulling out a shirt and basketball shorts. "Sorry, this is all I have. You can get changed in the bathroom if you'd like."

"Thank you," she smiled at him. She found herself to be oddly attracted to him. The way that he took care of her and protected her. He felt manlier than Bruce or the other guys at her school. He was her teacher and possibly 10 years her senior, but she couldn't help the thoughts that crept into her mind.

As she changed, she noted that the shorts wouldn't stay up. She left the shorts and noticed the shirt fell to her mid-thigh. Most skirts tended to reach there for most girls and she would be covered with a blanket anyway.

She stepped out and handed the shorts to him. "They were a little big."

He nodded and put them away. As she stood there looking around, he took the opportunity to take in his dream girl wearing his shirt. It fell loosely over her, but did nothing to cover the swells of her breasts. Her legs looked so smooth and soft, bringing him back to the memories on the bus where he held onto her thigh.

"You can take the bed. I'll take the floor," he finally said.

She hesitated for a moments, but couldn't bring herself to insist that it would be fine if he stayed on the bed. It was wrong. He was her teacher, and she couldn't just sleep in a bed with an older man.

As she drifted to sleep, he peered over the bed and began to squeeze at her breast through her shirt, hoping to trigger her memories from today, but also relishing in the size and how perfectly her breast fit into his hand. He pinched at her waist and her breasts, and stopped as she began to shift in her sleep. She suddenly awoke with a scream as Ace pretended to just wake up.

"What wrong, Mia?" he asked groggily as he sat up.

"I had a nightmare," she said exasperated. "Do you think you can sleep up here with me, Mr. Powell?"

Her voice, the sad doe eyes and the pouty lips were all so innocent, but Ace couldn't help but feel an erection coming on.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice raspier than he had intended.

She simply nodded before he climbed up onto the bed, making sure he left a distance between the two, but continued to face her.

"Ace," he said.

"What?"

"You can call me Ace. Mr. Powell makes me feel old and I guess I'm not your teacher anymore."

"Ace," she tested his name on her tongue, not knowing how this made his pants tighten. "Thank you for everything."

He cupped her cheek gently. "Just think of it as a bad dream and fall asleep."

She smiled as she drifted to sleep, feeling protected in the presence of her teacher.

In the morning, when Ace woke up, he noted that Mia was still fast asleep. He slowly drew her in by the waist, so her breasts were pushed against his chest, and pulled her arm around him. He brought his hand up her outer thigh and brought it to rest over his outer leg, so she was essentially sprawled across him. He innocently brought his arm around her waist and pretended to fall asleep.

Soon after, Mia woke up to see her face mere inches away from her teacher's. She noticed her leg across his, which essentially brought the shirt she wore to her hips, leaving the thin barrier of her panties and his pants between their crotches. She quickly brought her leg back down and started to pull away before Ace unconsciously pulled her towards him by the waist, pulling her back to his hardness. She couldn't blame him. He was a man and she was essentially all over him. She unwrapped her arm from around him and brought a finger to trace over his lips, but paused. This was so wrong. He offered her a place to stay out of kindness and she couldn't stop these immoral thoughts.

As she noticed him wake up, she closed her eyes. He unwrapped his arm from around her and got up. He had to took a nice cold shower that morning.

By the time he was done, he returned with some clothes for her and smiled to see her awake. "This is what I was able to grab from Reese's sister. You can use the shower in there and grab breakfast. I'll just be doing some fieldwork out front if you need me."

"Thanks," she said as she grabbed the clothes. As she left, she frowned to see a short black crop top. When she put it on, she noted that it looked even smaller on her as her breasts strained against the material. In order to avoid showing any cleavage, the hem of the top would have to rest just inches below her bra line. The skirt was thin but was loose and extended to the floor, providing some much-needed coverage.

As she went to the dining room and grabbed breakfast, she noticed a couple of girls who were more scantily dressed in thigh-length skirts and crop tops exposing half their breasts. She was thankful that Ace had brought her something more modest than that.

"Hey!" One of the girls called. "Can you give this smoothie to Ace? I have to get to doing something else, but he hasn't had anything to eat yet."

"Of course!" she replied as she grabbed the glass.

After asking around, she finally found Ace in a ditch. She gulped as she saw him shirtless for the first time. His body was lean and muscular and noted the sweat that seemed to drip down his abs to his V line and lower. "Ace," she called as he finally looked up at her.

When he found this outfit for her, he couldn't have imagined her to look any sexier. Her stomach was flat and her waist cinched. Her breasts looked larger than they had before, straining against the material and looking obscenely large on her small frame. Her hair was let loose and seemed to frame her body.

"Someone gave me this smoothie to give to you." Knowing that the spot in front of her was unstable, he reached up for the smoothie. She stepped closer and bent forward to reach out to him. This gave him a glimpse of her perfect cleavage. With his momentary distraction, the ground below her gave out and she fell in the ditch on top of his chest.

She spilled the smoothie over his bare chest, and she widened her eyes. She moved to wipe at his chest with the material of her skirt. Despite the exposure of her long leg, Ace's eyes fixated on the swells of her breasts pushed against his chest causing them to push above her top. After a moment, she noticed the state of her breasts and stood up, fixing her top. Ace soon followed her up.

"I'm so sorry," she wiped again at his chest, now with her hands. The feeling of her soft hands against him was too much and he grasped at her wrist. Her eyes widened at the action.

"Don't worry. Let's just try to get you up from here."

She looked up at the height she fell from before feeling Ace's hands hold her waist to lift her up. His hand perfectly fit around her waist, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh. Mia tried to pull herself up with Ace's support, "Sorry, I don't think I can pull myself up."

As Ace brought her down, his hands slid up to rest right under her breasts, but he stopped himself from moving up. She turned around to face him. "Let me try something."

He brought his arms below her ass and hoisted her up. He had to stop himself from groping at her plump ass cheeks. As she struggled to pull herself again, he let her down. On her way down, she unintentionally rubbed against him, causing his face to push into her breasts. She blushed at the action.

Ace hoisted himself up, and reached down to give her a hand. She continued to struggle, and Ace was provided the perfect opportunity to look at her breasts, now noting the way her nipples seemed to have hardened. The strained expression on her face, the pouty lips and the more than perfect swells of her breasts. As he finally pulled her up, she fell on top of him.

The two of them stared at one another for a moment, panting in silence. She wasn't sure if it was all the physical contact that her mind translated as sexual contact, the way his hands laid over her ass, the way he had saved her on multiple occasions or just what looked to her to be a loving glint in his eyes, she moved down to kiss him.

The moment their lips made contact; she pulled back as if snapped out of her trance. Immediately, Ace cupped her cheek and looked at her for a moment before kissing her with full force. Their lips moved in sync with his hand on her cheek and the other around her bare waist. One of her hands laid delicately on his bare chest as the other snaked around to get lost in his hair. As he bit her lip, she opened her mouth and their tongues began to battle before hers submitted to him.

He then pulled back, and she smiled at him. They were breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling against his chest that was doing the same. They were brought back to reality when they heard the whispers from around them. They both stood up. "Let's go to our room," he said as he grabbed her hand. Despite her fears, she couldn't help but smile at the use of the word "our".

He shut the door behind them, continuing to hold her hand. "What did that mean to you, Mia?"

"I like you, Ace," she whispered.

"I like you too," he murmured as he cupped her face to kiss her again. After kissing her soft, pouty lips, he could never kiss another girl again.

They spent all night talking. Talking about writing, about all the changes in the world, and about their relationship.

When he drew her in the bed for another kiss, his hand wandering down to her ass, she pushed him away. "Can we take things slow?"

Ace nodded with a smile despite his frustration. He kissed her chastely before falling asleep with her cuddled into his chest.

Their relationship was public and everyone loved watching the hot couple, imagining what they did behind closed doors, but they kept their public displays to just kissing.

That night Ace rested on his elbows as he looked at Mia below him. He started to kiss her before trailing a hand down her stomach, then up her thighs. His hand moved up her skirt and started to press against her panties before she stopped him.

He sat up frustrated. "Maybe this was a mistake. Sometimes your immaturity really shows," he said more harshly than intended.

Mia sat up behind him and wrapped her arms around him before planting a kiss on his cheek. "I really like you Ace. I just think I want to save myself for marriage. Wouldn't it make our wedding night more special?"

"When do you want to get married?" He asked in frustration.

"I'm only 18, Ace." She laid back down.

"And I'm 26." He laid beside her. "You may have to find another way to help me out a little," he said bringing her hand to rest over his crotch through his shorts.

She grew fearful, but didn't want to lose him. He was all she had. She moved to pull down his shorts and was surprised to see he wasn't wearing boxers. It was her first time seeing a penis, and she hadn't expected them to be this large. She tentatively began to stroke him. He pulled her in for a kiss, but wrapped his hand over the one she was using, making her jerk him off faster.

His kiss grew sloppy and harder as he bit her lip, kissing down her neck and her cleavage before moving back up to her lips. The softness of her hand was becoming too much. She looked better than any wet dream he had with small red marks scattered across her neck and forming on the swells of her breasts that he enjoyed so much. As he began to reach his climax, he panted into her mouth and released all over her hand and skirt.

"You were so good," he said out of breath as he left a chaste kiss on her lips before rolling over to fall asleep. She got up silently and washed her hands before changing out of her skirt.

It was exactly four days before he found himself wanting more than just a hand job. She would not let him go further and he concluded that it was her fault that he would no longer be Mr. Nice Guy.