Try to pin her!

You have a feeling that you'll never have an advantage over her going toe-to-toe, so trying to bring things to a grappling contest on the floor seems your best bet.

You dive on her and the two of you roll tumble across the floor, limbs tangling, both of you yelling out curses as random elbows and knees dig into your bodies. First you end up on top, straddling her, one arm pinned under a knee, and you reach back and savagely yank at her loose white pants. She curses as you drag them down a little, down her thighs enough to expose her ass and, more importantly, her pussy, but then she seems to remember that she has a free arm. A sharp, straight-armed punch drives into your solar plexus, winding you and letting her tip you off her. Luckily you have the presence of mind to grab her, and get her rolling with you, and away you go again.

The fight is clumsy and ugly, but it's the only way you're going to win - not giving her enough room to get off any real blows and soaking up what she can throw at you as best you can. She's a fine wrestler, but her slight frame means that you have a slight advantage in that area. Whereas, when it comes to straight fist fighting, she'd obviously tear you to pieces.

Somehow you both end up on your sides, facing each other and with your big thighs wrapped around her tiny waist. By now your shirt is missing a couple of buttons and her uniform top is hanging open to reveal her trim, muscular torso, and the white sports bra that is cupping her small breasts. You're almost pressed together, so she can't get off any meaningful blows, but she instead slams one hand into your chin and pushes your head up and back - forcing you away. Her other hand is trapped beneath her though - as is one of yours. Your free hand goes to work though, not striking her, but yanking up that simple bra and exposing her tits.

You can't see them, because of how she's forcing your head back, but you can squeeze them, you can pinch the nipples, and most importantly, you can squeeze her with your thighs.

"Hnngh!" She grunts as you start to crush her, and her hand pushes at your chin again. It's almost as if she's trying to knock your head back like a Pez dispenser. You squeeze her left breast - small, but wonderfully firm and with a nipple that's already hard and alert. You pinch it, and she squeals. "Stop it!"

"Stop squeezing your waist, or playing with your nipples?" you hiss through gritted teeth as the strange deadlock goes on. "Your nipples are so fucking hard, I think they kind of like it."

Her breathing is getting more labored, and while it's more and more difficult for you to breathe too, you think you might have the edge on her. You leave her breasts alone for a moment and reach down past your vice-like leg-hold on her waist. You stretch and strain and find that, yes, you can reach her pants, and the cotton boy-shorts she's wearing under them. You grab at the whole lot and pull at them again, and this time you've really got them. You bare her ass and her pussy, and feel her legs kicking out in panic.

Not only that but the squeeze is taking its toll, and suddenly she releases your chin, letting you look down again. Instead she starts scratching at your thighs through the jeans, trying to make you let go.