Go Joe: After Delivering her Couch, We tried it Out!
In my tenth year of college, I worked as a furniture delivery man between classes for creative arts at W University. On this faithful day, I delivered furniture with my work partner, Donovan. Because of heavy items and numerous deliveries, we used separate trucks. We were approaching the end of the day, and as we arrived at our third or fourth delivery, a young woman named Veronica opened the door.
We've seen this before with a woman alone in an apartment. You must be cautious with these deliveries so we're always on our best behavior. Especially with a black and Hispanic man and a petite white woman, never know what comes up, and then it's he says against she said.
"Hey, I'm Joe, And This is Donovan. We're delivering your new bedroom suite and couch!"
"Goody!" She smiled wide and let us in. I noticed her take on my six-foot decent build, short-cropped black hair, goatee, and size thirteen shoes. My arms and legs weren't too bad for lifting furniture every day in my early 30s. I didn't know if she ever had black or brown men in her house or what she expected from us, but her glances had me curious.
She was young, maybe in her early to mid-20s, with long, flowing autumn brown hair past her shoulders and a very slim build, possibly athletic. She's wearing a yellow spaghetti strap t with perhaps no bra on as her small boobs were very jiggly, white Converse sneakers, and tight gray yoga pants that accentuated her features in really nice shape, thighs, and ass. I passed her documents to sign, and she made sure to fiddle extra long with the pen on her lips, much to my dismay. I had to look away.
Unloading the items, Veronica talked about the weather and sports and seemed interested in how we unpacked. We tried not to look too hard at her and be respectful as she made us lemonade and kept checking our progress. "Let me know if you need anything, guys!" We nodded and were relieved as she went to work on her computer, working from home.
Besides navigating corners and avoiding damaging their home, especially not the purchased merchandise, the couch was more accessible to retrieve and set up. As we made our way to retrieve the rest of the merchandise out of his truck, he quipped, "I see you looking. Better quit, bro." Donavan laughed at me as I agreed. We went directly to the bedroom to set up the bedroom suites.
"You also looked, fool. Little sexy ass, but the client is very, very nice." He snickered as we unpacked her Oakwood California-size bed with a matching dresser, nightstand, and lamps. It took about an hour to unload the furniture and install everything as she went to work on her computer in the adjoining suite.
We were grunting and sweating, connecting posts, and we didn't realize she would come by quietly watching us. I looked up from screwing in a bolt, and she was biting her lip. "Everything okay?" I asked as Donovan looked concerned.
"Oh, everything is fine! Whoops, sorry, my bad. I was just checking on you. It looks great! Still, if you need anything, holla!" we tried not to look at her, but we both noticed her hard nipples through her top. We decided to make small talk as we finished cleaning up all the packaging and mess.
She bopped out of the room, and Donavan shook his head, "She's a hot mess, dangerous. Let's get this cleaned up and the fuck out of here." I nodded and agreed.
We finally came out, and she said, "Hey guys, I just made salad. If you want anything to eat since you've been working so hard, I have more lemonade or anything stronger if you like." She tossed salad ingredients around, jiggling side to side as I admired for maybe too long.
"Uh, I'll take a lemonade to go, but thanks." Donovan said, "I have to stop at my mother's house and another delivery 40 minutes later."
I hesitated as she looked adorable and disappointed. I said, "Well, I would love to eat a salad. That would be great. My next delivery was in two hours." I could feel Donovan's eyes on my neck. "But I can't do that, so I'll just take a lemonade to go, also."
"Aww, you guys don't know what you're missing." She sounded disappointed.
As we left, Donovan patted me on the shoulder, "Dude, got to watch stuff like that, some young thang like that say the wrong thing, and then you get hemmed up in some type of trouble, especially us men of color, got to avoid that like the plague!"
I nodded, "No doubt, man, I'm well aware of those traps!"
"I'll see you back at the office, bro." We pounded fists and got into our separate trucks.
I sat in my truck for a moment and fiddled with my phone; my mind was on Veronica's body as I scrolled through some model pics as my penis jumped in my pants. "Calm down, Joe, shit."
She was suddenly at my door, making me jump, being so lost in lust.
"Oh shit, sorry! I didn't mean to startle you!" She laughed. I hoped she didn't see the nude woman picture on my phone.
"Whew, well, thank goodness you weren't a robber or something." She would have got me.
"I'm glad you're still here. You left your scanner thingy on my bed, and I thought you might need it."
I looked dumbfounded at it in her hand, holding my scanner, "Whoops, well, thanks. I feel dumb now."
"Don't be, and you're cool with me, so you really don't want some of my salad. I made too much."
I looked around. Donovan was history, and her apartment complex was quiet.
"I promise I don't bite. I'm not one of those women. My roommate will be here shortly anyway. Please, don't make me beg?" She was bending down, smiling pretty white teeth at me, and I could see all of her braless boobs in her dangling shirt. I took note that I had explicitly seen bra straps on earlier.
I smiled and opened my door.
She made a delicious strawberry chicken salad, and we talked.
"It was scrumptious." I smiled, slurping down the last leaf.
"Was it? Thanks! Hey, why don't you help me pick out my first sheets for my new bed?"
I ground my teeth and thought, 'Was she trying to trap me?'
"It's okay, Joe, come on."
Veronica grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom to review what we did with the bed. She pulled out the covers and started placing them around the bed. "What colors should I put on first?"
She must have been comfortable with me as she bent over the bed, switching sheets around, and I could make out all of her curvature.
"Were you wanting us to take out your old dressers?" I had to keep my mind off of her tiny ass.
"Oh, it's fine, my brother is coming by this weekend. He owes me one. Which one?"
I eyed the two finalists, "I like how it looks with your blue sheets with the sunflower design on it that works best."
She nodded her head in agreement, and she actually asked, "Help me make the bed."
I guess I was helping her with chores. I obliged as I got caught up looking at her. After finishing her bedroom, I started heading for the front door, "Well, that was cool, the lemonade and salad. Thank you for the food and hospitality."
"You're welcome, Joe, and thank you for the company." She walked close to me as I headed for the door and surprised me, touching my hand, "Hey, before you go, I know this sounds funny, but would you like to smoke a joint with me? My roommate is not here as she hates smoking, and I have no one to smoke with."
She was biting her lip and standing on her toes as I noted her hard nipples as the door was open with a light breeze. "Uh, well, I don't smoke either, appreciated, but you are asking on the job anyway."
"She looked at me cross-eyed and said, "You really don't smoke?"
I shook my head, "You do know not everyone smokes?" I shrugged. "I don't know why people assume that."
She shuffled her feet, "Well, I heard you listening to rap music, and I don't know, I'm sorry, I just assumed."
I said, "So you assume all black men who listen to rap smoke weed, just stereotyping huh."
I saw her look perplexed as she shook her head no, "Aiye, no, I'm not that dumb. I assume everyone does. Except for my roommate, of course, but it's okay. It's just nice to have company when you smoke weed. How about a drink instead?"
"Um, I am on the job and just on a break."
She cooed, "One drink won't hurt you." An stood on her tiptoes and led me back to her living room.
I thought about it as she looked nice, was good company, and we had a decent conversation.
I said, "Sure, probably not the smartest thing to do while on the job." Veronica was already whipping up a cranberry vodka, and as she brought it to me, she caressed my hand before we sat on the couch. She smoked her bowl. I watched her inhale and exhale, blowing out towards the kitchen. I asked, "Okay, smoker, what type of work do you do?"
She took a deep breath before inhaling and letting the smoke drift in short puffs, "I love doing that. But I'm in graphic arts, working online for a Fortune 500 company on the West Coast. I'm actually still in school, so it's a mix of doing schoolwork for my degree, but I manage, which is pretty good. What about you?"
"I'm still in film school, and I'm also doing this for the extra money. It sucks, but it pays the bills."