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.
