Chelsea spent all day Friday sitting in class daydreaming about the evening before. Ever time she closed her eyes she couldn't help but see in vivid detail Mrs. Jackson's athletic body sitting on the edge of her desk with her legs wrapped around her stud of a husband. She could still recall the sounds of Coach Jackson's massive cock driving deep into his wife and the moans of ecstasy that escaped the cheer coach with each eager thrust. The thing that gave her the second-best orgasm of her young life last night while laying in her bathtub was the image of Coach's thick cum dripping off his wife's hard nipples. She had laid in the tub and ran her hands over her tanned body and pictured coach leaving his next orgasm across her own chest and was determined to enjoy the experience for herself.
Her favorite part of cheering for the football team on away games was the long bus rides it took to get to some of the more out of the way towns her little town played. Tonight's bus ride was right at two hours, and she needed the time to collect herself before parading around in front of the more faithful fans that would make the drive that evening. She felt herself blush when she boarded the bus for the trip when Mrs. Jackson asked her how her leg felt that afternoon. She had no idea if her husband had told her about spotting Chelsea watching them through the office door the evening before, but if she knew she made no outward expression of it that Chelsea could gather. As the bus rumbled down the road Chelsea thought about the times last season that Coach Jackson had rode back with his wife on long trips back from games and couldn't help but feel the excitement of the possibility of it happening tonight.
The game went by in a blur for Chelsea. They had lined up in front of the boys run out sign to cheer them onto the field when the coaches had walked to the field and Coach Jackson caught her eye and gave her a wink and smirk. Chelsea could barely keep her mind on her routines the rest of the game and barely noticed that they had won the game. She loaded onto the bus and threw her duffle onto the already large pile in the first row of seats and plopped down into customary second row seat when Coach Jackson came jogging up the steps. She heard him mention something to his wife about keeping her company on the late drive back home and squeeze himself into what little bit of cushion was left beside the duffels.