Michael grabbed Brandy's slender waist with his left hand which suddenly made Brandy gasp. Michael grabbed Brandy's face with his right hand. He positioned his face to kiss Brandy. Brandy pressed her palms against Michael's broad, muscular chest from his gym workout.
The kiss, which was initially gentle and trial-and-error, became more and more intense, with intertwined bites and crushes. This was Brandy's first kiss with a man she was not blood related to.
Michael knew this was Brandy's first kiss. It was obvious from how stiff Brandy kissed him and Brandy's teeth were against his. Interesting girl, Michael thought. He would teach Brandy a lot about how to make out. Just a few more days, Brandy must have been good at kissing him.
Michael broke his kiss with Brandy and caught his breath, panting. Brandy, too, seemed to be gasping for air as she tried to fill her lungs with oxygen.
"Nice?" Michael asked, raising his eyebrows and smiling crookedly.