Fight for love

"I said that I will be on top!", Grace states again, this time pinning jokefully your hands on the bed. From your bottom position, you can only contemplate her beauty: the icy blue eyes, the dishevelled blonde hair, the narrow yet tonic shoulders which are putting huge pressure on your wrists. She is unlike any other girl you've ever met. First of all, it was Grace that picked you up yesterday at the party, starting a conversation so explicit about sex and about you (and the two things combined) that you nearly blushed. Then, she made the first move, inviting you over her place for the following night; an invitation that you couldn't decline. As a matter of fact she is hottie, and you can't believe how fortunate you are. You have arrived at her appartment on time, bringing a bunch of flower as a good gentleman (pathetic move, you would have realized shortly afterwards). The talk was short and after some flirting and a lot of wine everything naturally ended up in her bedroom. You know very little about this girl. She apparently works in a small shop near your college, where you are a senior. Her mother is a cop who works around the clock and her father disappeared some years ago, so she had to grow up handling herself. That's all that you have got to know. Well, not exactly,you think for a moment, you know also that she has a crazy body, although deprived of something in the breast, maybe because of the young age. There is much more that you wish to discover about her, but there is time. Now she is laying on you shirtless, brushing her small rocky nipples over your bare chest. Grace lowers her face a bit and slips the tongue into your mouth, making you glee in pleasure.