Rising Shards

Sometimes you do things that kill your back, and sometimes it’s worth it.

I took a sick day to clean up the apartment basement for its new resident. There was a lot of junk, but I found a ton of stuff I’d forgotten about too that I was happy to see again. Once that was done, it was time for the last big component of Operation: Move Stella’s Stuff Over. Which was a huge dresser and a huge old bookshelf. Well, they weren’t super big, but they were the only big part I wouldn’t be able to move without my handy dandy “squeeze metal into tinier bits to move easily” trick. But I wanted to impress Stella, and moving big ass dressers seemed to be a good way to do that. All we had to do was get them onto a cart that we’d wheel to the wide elevator for deliveries and such, then get them loaded onto a truck I’d borrowed from a fellow teacher for the day. I didn’t say I was helping the hot new librarian move into my place, but Ms. Letoh mainly just wanted to know I wouldn’t mess her beloved truck up.

We had gotten the drawers for the dresser and the shelves off of the bookshelf already, so all that remained were the big chunks.

“Are you sure you have that?” Stella asked as I looked them over.

“Oh yeah.” I said. “One sec.” I got the top part of my jumpsuit down and tied it around my waist. This was purely theatrical on my part, I would have been a tad uncomfortable moving with my full jumpsuit on, but I am jumpsuited up regularly. Really I wanted to do this with a tank top on, and some part of my dumb mind thought it’d be great to do a more dramatic reveal of my tank top. 

When I imagined this scenario, I pictured myself hefting the dresser off the ground entirely, heaving it high above myself before slamming it onto the cart. In reality, I carefully tipped the dresser over onto the cart and wheeled it to the truck. The most show off-y lifting I got to do was moving each into the truck, and I hoped Stella got a good look at me as I shoved the dresser and her old bookshelf up. She got a bit quiet once it was done, and I wondered if it was really sinking in that her time at her childhood apartment was really coming to a close. I didn’t mind a quiet ride, because the weight of my actions weighed heavily upon me, namely my back being sore. I tried very hard to protect it and lift with my legs, but somewhere in there I accidentally tweaked something. It didn’t feel like back pain worthy of concern, because all my muscles were burning already.

I almost forgot there was more moving to be done once we were home. Despite my aches and pains, we managed to get the dresser and bookshelf in without incident, save for some annoying finagling through doorways.

I groaned as I flopped onto the bed, a “job well done” kind of groan. We had gotten my old bed into the guest room, and Stella’s apartment bed was our official bed together. Zeta’s place was all set up. It had taken a bit and it had some stop and start moments, but we had done it. Later that night (after I had cleaned all the grossness off of me from the physical exertion), Stella and I wandered around our place, satisfied with what we accomplished together.

“Thank you again,” Stella said, leaning against a wall in our bedroom as our tour ended. She just had a long t-shirt and panties on, a sight that was a great reward for my hard work.

“No problem,” I said, getting close to her.

“Very impressive work.” Stella said, her voice a bit distant.

“Oh yeah?” I asked. I placed my right palm on the wall beside her, which made Stella bite her lip.

“I also…enjoyed the view.” Stella said.

“Good,” I said, leaning close to kiss her forehead. “I was showing off just for you.”

I pushed a leg forward, and Stella immediately started grinding on my thigh.

“Oh, Stel,” I said. “Would you mind if I lifted one more thing?”

“And what would that be?” Stella asked, not stopping rubbing herself on me. She whimpered as I knelt down. I pulled her panties down, and she stepped out of them eagerly.

“Alright, if this doesn’t work just say so,” I said. I didn’t know if this position would be doable, but I had a deep urge to try it, and with a willing partner, why not? I helped Stella sort of sit on my shoulders, and started eating her out. Using the wall behind her, I picked her up, my mouth not leaving her pussy as I raised her into the air.

“Oh, Evy, fuck…” Stella said, gripping my hair.

The unfortunate problem was while this felt new and naughty, once more my back twanged in pain, so I had to set her down relatively quickly, sitting on the carpet in defeat.

“Sorry…” I said. “Back still kinda…”

“Shhh, don’t worry,” Stella said, patting my head. “Want to take this to the bed and have some easier on the back fun?”

I grinned as Stella helped me to my feet, then quickly helped me out of my clothes.

Sometimes you do things that kill your back, and sometimes it’s worth it, and everything that day with Stella was absolutely worth the pain.