I was a Cheerleader in High School. I had my pick of guys. The guy I wanted most was the football coach, Andy. He was also my history teacher. He was only ten years older than me and adorable with a great body. He worked out every day, and I saw him at every cheerleading practice. He was always looking over from the football field while we were practicing. One afternoon, I noticed that he wasn’t at practice, so I picked up some takeout and headed to his place after practice. He seemed surprised to see me but not upset. I invited myself in, and he told me that he appreciated the company. We sat down, ate and watched a movie. My pussy was as wet as being drenched in the rain. I turned toward him and kissed him. He kissed me back. I took his hand and placed it on my tits. He started moving his hands underneath my shirt. I told him to follow me to the bathroom. I undressed, and he removed his clothing. I got into the shower, and he followed. We let the water run over our bodies, and we fucked slowly and then more fervently. We acted like two people who had never touched another person. His cock finding my honey-hole and penetrating it. He pounded my pussy until he came with loads of cum spurting all inside of the shower enclosure. We laughed and used the soap to wash all of the sex off of our bodies, embracing under the stream of water.