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.
