"Can you pull over somewhere private?"

When she said that, I looked around as I drove. Taking some back roads, I pulled over beneath an overpass. Killing the engine, I turned to her. She looked back nervously before speaking.

"I've never done that kind of modeling before. Before today, the most skin I've shown was a bikini shoot shortly after I turned eighteen. You must think I'm a slut."

I looked at her awestruck. There's no way I could think that way about her. I shook my head before I took her hand.

"I could tell how shy you were. And considering how busy you are with dancing as well as modeling, I doubt you would have time to date. Let alone have sex. Although, as attractive as you are, whoever does hook up with you will be one lucky guy."

I saw tears come to her eyes right before she kissed me full on the lips. Shocked, I kissed her back and wrapped my arms around her. Soon we were in the back seat, our hands all over each other. Pulling down my sweatpants, she stared at my fully hard cock.

Grinning, she pulled off her shirt and bra before taking my cock in her mouth as deep as she could. Bobbing up and down, she tugged at my shirt. I took it off, then started groping her breasts. She moaned as she slipped down her leggings and panties.

Moving around, I was above her, my cock at the entrance of her soaking wet pussy. With one quick thrust, both of our virginities were gone. I pumped in and out of her as she moved against me. Her moans increased in frequency and I felt pressure building up in me.

"Jake, I think I'm close."

"Me too, Jaz. Let's do it together."

With that, we locked eyes and with one final thrust, we both orgasmed and I unloaded deep inside her. It was a good ten minutes before we got dressed and I drove her home.