Turn the tables

You're the kisser, not the one who gets kissed. Charlie's attempt to assert dominance only bore one fruit, and that was you turning it back on him. You lurched up from your seat, quickly straddling him, grabbing his wrist in one hand and his cheek in the other, not giving him even half a chance to try and resist. The other boys are already hooting and hollering with excitement, seeing their apparent ring leader get taught a lesson in submission.

You lean in, aggressively pressing your lips against his, sliding your tongue into his mouth, asserting yourself as the new alpha of the group in mere moments. Charlie, of course, is whimpering rather adorably, like a puppy, all while you grind on his lap even while in a moving vehicle.

You feel hear the bus brakes apply and take that as your que to get off, and thus you break the kiss and flip back over into your spot on the back bench, sighing with satisfaction while poor Charlie is left gasping for breath. "That was pretty fun," you jab with a smirk. "Some alpha you are. More like a puppy, really."

The ride to the university is otherwise quiet, only a few more passengers boarding, most sticking with the middle and front seat groups, and all the while you keep your hand firmly rested on your new blond bitch's crotch, groping his erection through his slacks the entire way-- and judging by his size, he's packing some real heat, making for quite the entertaining fidget toy.

Soon, after perhaps an hour or so of this, you feel the bus grinding to a halt one final time, and when you look out Charlie's side window, there it is: Alpha and Omega University. The campus is a fine example of neo-gothic architecture, looking much like a typical university you might see in New England, or a Catholic cathedral. It's expansive, to say the least, around 4000 acres or 1620 hectares at minimum, with multiple buildings, courtyards, numerous dormitory buildings of varying size, and all the amenities one would expect out of a university meant to board and instruct the entire New York young adult populace.

The bus doors open, and the driver looks over his shoulder, wordlessly telling everyone to get off. There's several men outside of varying size but all wearing dress casual, two even wearing stereotypical elbow-patched blazers.