She's really into it.

The girl, whose name I realized I hadn't even bothered to ask, watched in silence as I closed in. At the last possible moment, when I was sure she'd turn away and refuse the kiss, she actually rose to meet me. Her lips eagerly deepening the kiss as our tongues explored one another. Holy shit! She's actually kissing me back! She's not just okay with this, she wants it bad.

With a surge of renewed confidence and a hugely inflated ego, I told myself to lean into this. To just throw out all my old instincts, ignore my nagging doubts, and just play the confident, dominant role I'd picked for myself until it fit. Or until everything blows up in my face, I thought, already entertaining pragmatic doubts.

If she wanted to be my ****, and I wanted her to be my ****, then it was time to start treating her like one. But how? I wasn't exactly experienced in all this. But then again, I supposed I didn't need to be. I just needed her to know what I wanted from her so she could give it to me, and I needed to be willing to take it.

I held her head with both hands and pulled her into the kiss, forcing her to tilt her head back to maintain contact. She offered no resistance as I plunged my tongue into her mouth. She even suckled on my tongue a little, which was a weird sensation, but it fit the power dynamic I was going for so I loved it.

The extremely passionate kiss, with everything that it represented, kicked my libido into overdrive. This tight little hottie was begging me to dominate her. Was I the luckiest man on campus? Definitely. Maybe even the whole country.

I broke the kiss abruptly, hoping to leave her wanting more. "Good girl." I said simply, trying not to make it sound cheesy.

She purred happily in response, so I didn't worry about it. "This is so hot." she whispered.

"Shut up." I said, and she bit her lip with a soft moan. I didn't have any reason for saying it other than wanting to keep the high level of dominant energy up, but she seemed to be responding really well to it.

I took a short step back to look at her body again. She was wearing a skirt. Excellent. Time to take another shot. "Okay, ****. First rule. No panties. Take them off right now."

Her eyes opened wide. No one was immediately by us, close enough to overhear, but we were far from in a private location. We were within sight of multiple dormitory buildings, and only a few feet from a main sidewalk. People walked by fairly regularly.

"Right the fuck now." I said sternly. "Do you think this is a game?" I had no idea what I would do if she fought me on this. Sure, she'd let me kiss, her, but it's not like we had any legal contract. What was I going to do, rough her up on the sidewalk?

Fortunately, she was committed enough to comply, and after a short pause to glance around at the buildings and people, she steeled herself. I watched, dumbstruck, as the very attractive girl I'd just met actually reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties. She stepped out of them and looked at me expectantly. Whether for praise or further instruction I didn't know.

Her eyes captivated me. They were so full of heat and need. I felt they were begging me to continue, to push the boundaries, to take control. She was a submissive to her core, but she had trouble stating her needs. It was really hot, actually.

Rather than order her to give them to me, I simply snatched them from her hand like they belonged to me. They were warm and noticeably damp.

Perhaps a bit overwhelmed by everything that was happening, and being more than a little curious, I raised them to my nose without thinking and took a little sniff before shoving them into my pocket. The scent of her arousal was strong, and made me want to fuck her fight there on the spot.

My new ****-slash-girlfriend blushed furiously in response, and busied herself with smoothing her skirt over her thighs.

Forcing my voice to remain calm, I managed to add an authoritative, "From now on, when you're not on your period, no panties without asking. Understood, ****?"

She nodded, "Yes, I understand. Thank you."

My heart was pounding. I had to be dreaming, right? This was too good.