Her New Couch Gets Destroyed

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."

"Oh nice, what type of film will you be making? I love good films. I know everyone wants to be an actor, haha." She started giggling, pushing her chest up where I could make out the full roundness of her cleavage, and her nipples seemed to be more erect if that was even possible. I shifted in my seat, attempting to hide my hard-on, but it seemed pointless in my work slacks, as if she was staring between my legs. We were obviously flirting but constrained under the professional and cultural environment laws.

"I would like to make murder mysteries, dramas, really elevate black films with quality work and non-stereotypical."

"Oh, that sounds good. I'd watch it. Like the Color Purple or Spike Lee films?"

"Oh, you're hip to Spike Lee? I would love to be at that caliber!"

"I've seen a few! I'm not a totally ignorant white girl! 'Do the Right Thing' was sad to me. I don't understand why it has to be that hard just to respect one another, you know?"

"Yeah, girl, okay, I feel you. Something simple like that. We need to understand each other so we can all get along, right?"

She exhaled and almost choked, "Right, right. Shit, let me get that bottle." She suddenly leaned over me to reach for a water bottle on the end table to my right. I fully saw her jiggling tits in her gapping open shirt as her hand landed between my thighs to keep her upright. She coughed some more as her tits almost jumped out, and she drank. "Sorry, shit, sometimes I feel like an amateur." She started to sit back down as I felt her fingers brush my erect dick in my slacks. "Oops, sorry," before she almost slipped off the couch, I caught her around the bottom of her waist."

"You okay?"

"Yes, yeah." She smiled and bit her tongue as she thoroughly eyed my dick straining in my slacks before she started to sit up.

"Um, am I interrupting anything?"

We were all caught up in chit-chatting and missed hearing someone coming in the door.

"Girl, you quiet!" Veronica giggled and slipped off me as she leaned back and put out the blunt, waving her hand to eliminate any lingering smoke. "Joe, this is my bougie roommate Molly. Joe - Molly."

"Heifer, you know I hate that crap. Hi Joe, I hope she wasn't rude to you with her excessive smoking."

"Hi, Molly. It's all good."

"How was work?"

"Girl, let me tell you." Her short bobbed brunette roommate came in with an excellent form-fitting peach business suit that propped up her ample cleavage with white high heels that made her thighs and shapely apple ass pop out. She started bitching about work, barely walking in the door, her glass frames hiding her sparkly blue eyes, "So, these assholes think they can run me, and they got someone else coming to so-called observe my department but call it what it is - to oversee and evaluate to see problematic issues they claim are affecting the bottom line. Watch if we're doing anything wrong. Well, I outrank these fools and get them in their place super fast and..."

Molly stopped and looked at me, drinking, "Damn, oh, I'm sorry, how rude of me." Molly took a good look over me and then back to her roommate. "Do you go to school together?"

"No bitch, this is Joe. He was one of the lovely gentlemen delivering my new bedroom suites today that you declined. You should get one from them."

"Oh, lovely. So you just met and are already sharing cocktails and smoking together. You don't get out much, do you, V?" Molly gave me a severe look, sliding her dark frames along her pointy nose, such as a teacher when they caught you cheating, which made me uncomfortable. She had to be slightly older than Veronica but not my age, but she was acting like an old bitch.

"I'm sorry, coming in was rude, so that's okay. I'm about to leave anyway soon. I just had a drink with your roommate's gracious hospitality."

She huffs and looks back at her roomie, "And you purchase a new couch, mind you, with your money, and then smoke around it. Who does that?" She was clearly upset from work.

Veronica scoffed, "It's okay. Yes, with my money, from mind work. So, I can ruin it if I want to. At least I don't smoke with you here. Respect, right?" She looked at me and smiled. "I'm the one who invited Joe back in after he and his work partner had finished and left. And news flash, heifer, he doesn't even smoke." Molly pursed her lips as Veronica didn't let her get a word in. "Joe Joe, you can hang out on your break as long as you want. You alright with me. Keeping me good company." She drank her cocktail and propped up her knees, spreading her thighs as I saw her camel toe in the yoga pants. She shook her head at Molly. "You want a drank bitch to unwind from that horrible day at the bougie IT firm?"

Molly sighed and relaxed her shoulders, "Really, not even a smoker?"

I shook my head no.

"Whatever, ho. I'm cool, and I have no problems. I am super tired from work and must get ready to work out and try to unwind. Today has been one of those days I just want to forget. I'm glad tomorrow is the weekend, so I must shower. I feel the stench from my job, Blackstone. It feels a bit pointless, but I don't want to take vibe that to the workout, and I'll probably take another one later." she huffed and walked towards the back room and into the bathroom.

Veronica laughed and sipped, "She lets that silly job drive her nuts. Thank goodness that I'm working from home, and I can relax like this. She makes excellent money, though.

I said, "That is good. Everyone needs to have stress relief during the day."

Veronica surprised me again, stating, "Oh, definitely." She smiled and crossed her thighs, and I swear her yoga pants had a wetness streak. "I'm always so jealous of Molly anyway. She's so hot and beautiful, yet the nasty men and even some of the women at her job treat her like shit. She's so smart and has her wits about her. I hate the disrespect to women."

I said, "So do I. So, good. I think Molly can get another job soon."

Veronica snickered, "Rodger, her douchebag of an on-and-off-again boyfriend, said she's working on it even though she claims she isn't. I know she will soon get on. She has such a great resume build-up, you know it is." I nodded.

"We're still together, and I'll see him later," Molly yelled from the hallway. Molly was heading back and forth into the bathroom in a fluffy pink robe with matching slippers. I saw her robe flip off as she partly closed the door. Steam erupted out of the shower as the hot water ran.

"No, she won't." Veronica giggled and lighted up another joint. She yelled to her roommate, "Hey Siren, now don't use all the hot water or the gel, or we'll have to fight!

I laughed and looked at the time as this fruity drink kicked in stealthily, whereas she magically made me another one already in my hand. Shit, I reminded myself not to forget my next appointment.

She rattled on, "No, ma'am Rodger said again. She's such a beautiful girl and deserves the best. I said I'm sorry, but are you two together? Bronco was like oh no, no, nothing like that woman, can I marry another woman? Right, I said yes..."

At this point, she was babbling incoherently about something I lost track of as I studied how much fruit was in this glass.

I broke out of my fog when Veronica said, "I definitely love men and all of their hunky attributes."

I looked over, and she sat up with her knees touching, drinking her drink, licking her lips, and staring at my crotch. Damn, could she be more obvious? I tried to remember my coworker's warning. I said, "Well, that's good to know." As I laughed, "I love women and all their attributes also!"

Veronica smiled and said, "That's good. Are you with anyone?"

I thought about my situation and could comfortably say, "No, not the moment. I just had a breakup." Even though I knew if she called, my sucker ass would be there.

She frowned and took a long drag, "Same here. I hate breakups, and I've been trying to forget that asshole. Ugh."

I said, "I understand that! I'm trying to forget my ex, too. She had cheated."

We both heard an audible moan from the shower and the water splashing in rhythm. We looked at each other. Veronica smiled and arched her eyebrows, "She thinks no one can hear her with the removable shower head!" she giggled, "Like I don't do that either!"

I shook my head and drowned the drink, "Wow! Lots of information!"

She nodded, "I hate cheaters. May they all rot in hell. Well, we're all together there. I think Molly may be talking to a new dude even though she's stuck on Dumbo. He's another I.T. nerd like her, and she told me how they had sex in a server room and knocked out a circuit breaker!" We both laughed, "But she's pretty much single also."

"That's good."

"Do you want another drink?"

I looked at the time, "I said it is getting late."

"One more won't hurt you." she was already switching her cute little butt into the kitchen, and I swear she was bending over to make sure I could see the outline over her ass cheeks. Her wet camel toe was glaring at me from the backside as she rubbed her hands along her hips, making me shift my legs and try not to look too hard. She yelled, "Hey, hot Tamale bitch do you want that drink?"

The shower turned off as Molly yelled, "I'm about to go workout." Before, there was a long pause, "Ugh, but I need to unwind a bit. Go ahead and fix me one."

Veronica obliged and made three drinks as she bounced her tits back through the living room and passed me to drink as Molly came out still in her pink bath towel wrapped around her body. I got a good look at her amply-shaped body with the small towel. Molly gazed at me as she took the cup, "Oh, you're still here." She made a feeble attempt to pull the towel up to cover her goodies, but it didn't help much. She did think hard before sipping the drink and then gulping it down. Molly was thicker than Veronica, with ample bosom and broader hips. I tried not to look too hard, but she was stunning in a hot nerd fashion. When I tried to peek repeatedly, her eyes locked with mine, and she blushed as I looked at her.

"What are you looking at? I see you looking crazily."

I frowned, "Wait, no, I was just seeing if you were drinking something else." I looked at Veronica, "What was she drinking?"

Molly laughed and looked at me with her sparkly eyes, smiling for the first time as her eyes also swept over my crotch. "Uh-huh. I don't believe that." Veronica was cracking up, "Veronica, shut up. You've been smoking too much weed again, haven't you?"

Veronica laughed, "No slut! I haven't! I've been working, and this is only my second bowl! Sit down on the new fluffy couch!"

"And how much did you pay for this thing? Payments? What the hell?"