Teaching Brianna

My name is Steve. I am 46 and married to my wife Cheryl for 16 years. We have a daughter, Elizabeth. We stay together mainly because of our daughter. We bicker and our sex life is boring and unfulfilling. We really only have sex a couple times a year, which is more her doing than mine. We have been close friends with Debra for nearly 10 years. Debra divorced 8 years ago and has a son Liam, who is the same age and best friends with my daughter. So naturally we all hang out a lot. Debra has an older daughter as well. Brianna — a little spitfire who is few years older than Liam. She is a cutie and has had a bit of a crush on me for awhile now. To complicate matters, Debra and I both have an attraction to each other but never explored it since I am married.

It’s a Saturday evening and my wife took my daughter and Liam to dinner, the movies and out for ice cream. Myself, Debra and Brianna stay Debra’s house to watch TV and order pizza in since the movie is for younger kids and not of interest to us.

I sit on the sofa and Debra tells me that Brianna was all excited I was coming over. “She’s been getting showered and dressed for over an hour. I think she wants to look special for you.”

“Awww” was my reaction.

A few moments later I hear Brianna come bounding down the stairs and into the living room. “Hi Steve!” She squeals, as she runs over to hug me. And plops down next to me on the sofa.

I can’t help but notice she has dressed up in a short frilly skirt and one of those tight white stretchy tops with the built-in bra. I don’t know what they are called but they form fitted her breasts making them look even larger than they are. Despite being young, she has already developed quite a bit. I heard Debra tell my wife once that they needed to go buy bras again because Brianna outgrew hers so fast. She was already a 36C. Considering she was fairly petite, toned, and only 5’4” her breasts were quite pronounced. And Brianna being a dancer wore sports bras and dancewear a lot so she showed them off very nicely. Images like this one have helped fuel many hot masturbation sessions where I blew load after load thinking about that amazing little body and what I would do to it if I could.

Debra broke the fantasy image by chiming in. “Bri, did you tell Steve that you finally perfected that dance move you were struggling with?”

“Oh My God Steve!” Brianna answered. “Check this out”

Brianna jumps up and goes to the middle of the living room and without hesitation does a cartwheel ending in a split. Then she flips up backwards and back onto her feet, like an acrobat.

And watching that little skirt fly up and her white panties displayed in full glory, certainly made it seem even better. Even her mother chimed in “Brianna! Maybe that isn’t the right outfit for this.”

Brianna giggles and jumps back onto the sofa. “Steve got an extra show.”

I told her how amazing that looked and how athletic she was getting…leaving out about her long, tone legs and tiny white panties being the best part.

She leaned up against me and put her arm over my chest snuggling in. I put my arm around her. Debra gave me one of those “Awww” looks and sat on the other side of me on the sofa.

Debra used this opportunity to say to her daughter “Brianna, you have an amazing body and need to be more discreet when you dress or do dance moves dressed like that. One day you’ll be on a date and you don’t want to give the wrong idea.”

Brianna popped her head up and gave her mom a nasty look. “Date? You won’t let me date. Steve, I’ll be in College before I get to have a real date. It’ll be embarrassing when I have to kiss a boy because my mother is a prude.”

“Prude?” Responded her mother. “I am definitely not a prude. I just know what it’s like to get broken up by your first boyfriend and if I was older and more mature it wouldn’t have hurt so bad.”

“Thanks. So I am the only one not allowed to date among my friends,” Brianna said with a pout on her face.

She then popped her head up and looked at me. “When did you first date Steve? You get to kiss a girl at my age?”

“Um”, I stammered, looking at Debra briefly. “I did kiss a girl around your age actually and I was terrible at it.” I thought that would help but it was just the opposite.

“See mom!” Brianna shouted. “I want to be a good kisser, not bad!”

We all sat quietly for a moment not knowing what to say, until we were saved by the doorbell.

“Pizza’s here!” Debra called out.

As Debra went to the front door to get the pizza Brianna looked at me and whispered “I wish you would give me my first kiss.”

I didn’t know what to say. I should push back and tell her no, but I was so flattered and kinda turned on actually. Those nasty thoughts returning. I just turned to Brianna and said “I don’t think that would be a good idea. But I am flattered you want me to be your first.”

Brianna then shocked me by saying “Well I bet you would love to kiss my mom. I know how you two look at each other.”

I looked at her with a shocked look as Brianna stared at me with a shit-eating grin on hers.

Debra returned with the pizza. She grabbed some soda for Brianna, and wine for us and we dug in. I had a glass of wine and Debra was almost finished with her second by the time we were done.

As we are finishing up, Brianna decides to be sassy between bites.