Parker wasn't quite sure what he would find when he returned to his apartment with the pizza. Would Finnegan be sitting on the couch? Lying naked in his bed? Be long gone?
She opened the door for him and she leaned in and kissed him as a welcome, their first kiss and it felt as natural as anything he had ever known.
"You don't drink beer?" She asked as she stepped back. "There isn't any here."
"We're only twenty," Parker reminded her. "Can't buy it legally."
She smirked and rubbed her hand along his cheek. "Soda will have to do."
They ate the pizza on the couch not really talking much. The Pizza Hut sign reflected through the window.
"Do they ever turn that thing off?" Finnegan asked.
"Midnight," Parker replied.
When they were done with the pizza, Parker threw the carton away and he washed his hands in the sink. Finnegan joined him to wash her hands too.
"Do you want to lie down?" She asked. "I know you have to sleep."
"You sure you want to stay?"
He led her into the bedroom and they both lay on the bed, fully clothed, side by side, on top of the covers, staring up at the ceiling. After a few moments, Finnegan rolled on her side, facing him.
"Go to sleep," she whispered.
Parker never imagined feeling her breath on his face so close like this. The heat of her skin next to him was as soothing as a soft blanket and he peacefully drifted off to sleep.
The soft beeping of his phone awoke him at 11:20. Parker opened his eyes to find Finnegan contently asleep next to him, an angel in his bed, her face resting on her hands on the pillow, still turned toward him. He carefully left the bed not to disturb her and quietly left the apartment for his night shift.
Parker wasn't sure what to expect when he returned to the apartment in the morning. Would Finnegan still be there? He saw her car still in the lot and that made him feel warm. He smelled the bacon cooking before he got inside the door.
"Good morning," Finnegan greeted him when he stepped into the apartment.
She was standing by the stove in one of his tee shirts and perhaps not much else.
"When's your first class?" Parker worried.
"We have plenty of time," Finnegan assured him. "Sit. Eat. How was your shift?"
Parker smiled. "This is nice," he decided.
"It is, isn't it?" Finnegan agreed. "We're here together and that's all that matters."
"Your sleep schedule must be off now," Parker remarked as they ate their breakfast.
"I got up at three,' she smirked. "Watched Netflix."
When they were finished with breakfast, Finnegan cleared the dishes. She was standing at the sink with her back to him washing the plates. Parker stepped up behind her and slowly lifted up her long tee shirt to discover she was wearing nothing underneath. He smiled at the sight of her lovely tush.
"I'll have to bring some clothes over," She said.
"Yes," he agreed. "You'll have to."
He let the shirt drop and then he lifted it up again.
"What're you doing?" She giggled.
She turned to face him and she gave him a kiss. "Now we're together," she announced, satisfaction in her voice.
"Make love to me," he whispered.
She stepped back, peeled the tee shirt off over her head and walked naked to the bedroom. Parker followed, closing the door behind him. Finnegan was already lying on the bed, on her back.
"Kiss me, you fool," she joked.
Parker stood admiring her naked beauty for a long moment before he dared to strip naked himself and lay next to her on the bed. She gave him a tender kiss as a welcome.
Parker lay half on top of her and he leaned in for another kiss. He also placed his hands on her breasts and rubbed, explored and squeezed.
"You're doing fine," a satisfied Finnegan purred with approval and excitement.
"You're amazing," Parker assured her.
Finnegan took his hand and lead it between her legs. "Put your fingers inside me," she whispered.
Parker swallowed nervously but he did what she requested. He followed her instructions, finding her clit and she kissed him passionately as he learned how to pleasure her manually.
Parker moved in his fingers in and out with fascination while simultaneously playing with her clit. He was hard, of course, and Finnegan rubbed his hard-on while he explored her womanhood.
A moaning and groaning Finnegan pulled his penis toward her wet and waiting vagina. Suddenly he was inside of her, pumping back and forth and softly mumbling and moaning and they both cried out when he spilled himself inside of her.
Parker rolled off of her and, as they lay together on the bed, coated in slimy sweat of after-sex glow, Finnegan looked into his face as they cuddled together naked and unafraid.
"Porn Class had nothing to do with it," she assured him, giving him a kiss.