Florence and Liz
by Mr. Chain

At the age of 30, Florence was finally getting the chance to live on her own. Born to Italian parents who moved to America just before she was born, Florence was brought up in the "old school" Italian philosophy. She was raised strictly, and as the daughter of parents with very traditional ways, was given few liberties. She even attended a commuter college so she could live at home throughout her collegiate years, and stayed at home for many years after, until now.

As a result of her strict up bringing, Florence rarely dated, and when she did, her parents put tight restrictions on her private life. She was held to a midnight curfew, her potential boyfriends undergoing mind-boggling critiquing and her social life held to ridiculous standards of conduct. As a result, her love life suffered greatly up to this point. But upon turning 30, Florence knew that it was time to break away from her parents' stronghold, so she put an ad in the local newspaper, searching for a suitable, female roommate. While she wanted to be on her own, she thought it best to find another woman with which to live, at least initially.

With a good job, money in the bank and the desire to make up for lost time, Florence began interviewing potential candidates, and she finally decided upon a woman named Liz. Liz was a 28 year-old woman who also earned a good living, allowing her to lease a beautiful apartment overlooking a tranquil park. But other than the similarity in their financial condition, Liz was a sharp contrast to Florence. Living on her own since she was 18, Liz was an attractive, adventurous woman with a very free spirit. Friendly and outgoing, Liz was everything Florence hoped to become, but was still a long way from being.

The two of them hit it off during their first meeting, Florence falling in love with the spacious, comfortable apartment. But she was still nervous about making the move, so Liz invited her to a party she was throwing that weekend. Florence had a great time, met several nice people and enjoyed Liz's company so much that it sealed the deal. She moved in two weeks later, and her new life had begun.

Right away, Florence admired Liz's openness and her ability to make new friends. Liz seemed to be busy every day of the week, either dating, getting together with friends, or some other social activity. Conversely, Florence had few friends of her own, spending most of the first few weeks alone in the apartment. In fact, one of the only activities which took Florence out of the apartment was her dedication to keeping herself in shape. She joined a health club in the neighborhood, and spent 4 nights per week working out.

On one particular Friday night, about a month after she had moved in, Florence went straight to the gym from work, arriving home at about 10:00 PM. Anticipating that Liz would already be out for the night, Florence came straight home in her sweaty workout clothes, again no plans for the evening. She was tired, and looked forward to having a glass of wine before going straight to bed. But as the elevator stopped at her floor and she got out her keys, she heard people talking inside of her apartment.

Florence began to panic! She was wearing a lycra tank top with matching tights, both of which were still wet with her own perspiration. She stood by the door for a few minutes, trying to determine who was inside, and was able to decipher the voices of Liz, and two other guys. It was too late to change, and too late to turn back, so Florence took a deep breath, stuck her key in the lock and opened the door.

Liz immediately got up to greet her, giving her a kiss on the cheek before grabbing her hand and escorting her into the living room. Sitting on the sofa were two very handsome guys, both of whom got up as Liz introduced her to them. Florence was visibly nervous, not only at being drawn into the intimate gathering, but also with the way she looked. With no make-up and her outfit still soggy with her own perspiration, Florence tried to excuse herself into her bedroom. But Liz would not hear of it, instead grabbing Florence by the wrist, sitting her on the sofa and handing her a glass of wine.

They guys tried to make her feel at ease, and it quickly became apparent that Liz was targeting the guy named Joe, leaving Vinny for Florence. It was also obvious that the three of them had already had a few glasses of wine, so Florence took a gulp from her glass and tried to relax as Vinny slid closer to her, engaging her in conversation. Having had no dinner, it only took a couple of glasses of wine for Florence to loosen up, and Vinny made sure that her glass was always full.

About a half hour passed and Liz was sitting on Joe's lap, the two of them beginning to get comfortable. Wearing a tanktop, Liz lifted her arms over her head in order to tie her hair into a ponytail, in the process revealing her smooth armpits right in front of Joe's face. Joe stared at them, a wide smile stretching across his lips before he abruptly buried them in Liz's armpit, prompting her to laugh out loud while playfully pushing him away.

Florence watched and giggled at the site, now feeling drunk and willing to see how Vinny would react to a similar advance. So she put her arm up on the couch, directly in front of Vinny, revealing her armpit to him. He stared into her armpit as well, but with a vastly different reaction than his friend had shown to Liz's underarm. Liz watched, also catching a glimpse of Florence's armpit, shaking her head in the process. Soon after, the conversation between Florence and Vinny became forced, and within another 10 minutes, Vinny got up, made up an excuse for having to go, and left. Florence was shocked, assuming that perhaps her body odor had driven him away, and she rushed into the bathroom in embarrassment.

Liz looked at Joe, explained that she needed to be with her roommate so he had to go, and gave him a long, wet kiss before closing the door behind him. She then walked into the bathroom, where Florence was seated on the side of the tub, crying. Liz sat next to her, putting her arm around Florence, who buried her face on Liz's shoulder.

"I'll bet you don't even know what happened here tonight, do you?", Liz asked her roommate.

"Yeah, I know. My body odor scared him away.", Florence replied.

Liz looked back at her, shaking her head.

"That's not it Florence. The truth is, I'll bet your body odor actually turned him on. Either way, that is definitely NOT what scared him away. Here, let me show you."

With that, Liz got up and stood in front of the mirror, grabbing Florence's hand and pulling her up next to her. As they stood in front of the mirror, Liz raised her arms, and asked Florence to do the same. With both women now standing in front of the mirror with their armpits exposed, Liz asked Florence if she noticed a difference. Florence shook her head, indicating that she didn't see a difference.

"Okay Florence, then how about this.", Liz continued.

With that, she took Florence's hand and pulled it closer to her underarm, running the tips of Florence's fingers against her smooth armpit. Next she took Florence's' hand and rubbed her fingertips under her own armpit.

"Do you feel a difference Florence?", Liz asked.

Florence sheepishly nodded her head in agreement. The stubble on her own armpit caused it to feel rough, like sandpaper, while Liz's was as smooth as a baby's behind. Looking at her underarms, Florence couldn't help but notice the dark, black stubble which was pretty obvious, and unattractive.

"I didn't have a chance to shave this week, I was always running late for work!", Florence explained, trying to explain the cause of her stubbly underarms.

Liz consoled her, but also tried to make her understand why Vinny had walked out.

"I know both of these guys. They are cute, they are fun, and they LOOOOVE a smooth, sexy underarm. I know, trust me! Vinny didn't care if you had some body odor, in fact, I'll bet he would have loved it! But once he saw that stubble, it turned him off."

Florence looked back at Liz, amazed at the revelation. She had never paid much attention to her armpits, but now she regretted it. After all, Vinny was cute and he was fun, and Florence was hoping that the two of them could get to know each other. But all of that seemed hopeless right now. She stood in front of the mirror, staring at her underarms, becoming a little wobbly from all of the wine she had drank.

"I'll tell you what Florence, let me help you. Take your top off." Liz requested, Florence hesitating a second before staring back at her with a quizzical expression on her face.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything dirty. In fact, I'm going to help clean you up!" Liz explained further.

With that, Florence slipped her top off over her head and tossed it aside as Liz reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a can of shaving cream and a razor. With Florence standing on front of the mirror, her arms raised over her head, Liz went to work.

First, she splashed some warm water beneath Florence's arms, lubricating them. Florence's bare breasts stood straight, her nipples curled upward and erect. Next Liz sprayed some shaving cream into her hand before slowly and sensuously massaging it into the bristly armpits, Florence's eyes now closed, though her arousal was becoming more and more evident. With each armpit now covered in the thick, white cream, Liz lifted the razor and with a long, slow, forceful stroke, ran it from the base of Florence's armpit, through her deep valley until it glided up to the middle of her arm. Liz then pulled the blade away to reveal a clear, stubble-free streak of skin.

Liz then started on the next patch of skin, repeating the process as the razor followed the contours of Florence's armpit, dipping into the valley before curving along the back of the armpit and running up the straight edge of the back of her arm. Liz was deliberate, applying enough pressure to remove the hair without causing any nicks or cuts to the delicate skin. After completing the right armpit, she then to work on the left, Florence unable to prevent an aroused moan from being heard by her roommate. Liz smiled, but as she did, she concentrated on gliding the razor steadfastly over the curves of Florence's underarm.

Finally, after shaving all of the shaving cream from Florence's armpits, and accordingly, all of the stubble, Liz wet her hand before wiping across the smooth skin on Florence's cleanly shaven armpits. Florence now had her eyes opened, though they squinted in arousal as Liz massaged her underarms. Finally, Liz stepped back to review her work in the mirror, staring at Florence's reflection. Her nipples were now hard and completely erect, though her face began to turn red with embarrassment.

"It seemed like you enjoyed that, did you?" Liz asked.

Florence looked back at her shyly before nodding her head. Liz then began to smile slyly before lunging her fingers into Florence's underarms and beginning to tickle her.

"Then you'll enjoy this even more!" Liz shrieked as she feverishly stroked and tickled Florence's armpits. Florence laughed out loud while trying to lower her arms and playfully run away. But Liz was relentless, chasing her into her bedroom, her fingers planted firmly in Florence's smooth armpits. Finally, Florence fell back onto her bed, Liz sitting on top of her, her legs straddling Florence's midsection as she dug the sides of her knees alongside Florence's ribs.

She continued to dig her fingers into the soft, plaint skin of her roommate, who was now laughing uncontrollably. Florence's breast jiggled wildly from both the tickling and the laughter as Liz continued to torment her with the frenetic tickling. Florence tried to roll over, but was pinned tightly beneath Liz, who was determined to make her roommate surrender. After continuing the attack, Liz finally posed the question to her giggling, newly shaven roommate.

"Do you give up?" Liz asked.

Florence said nothing at first, continuing to chuckle loudly as she squirmed on the bed beneath Liz. The refusal to surrender enticed Liz even more, as she stepped up the digging her fingers deeper into the yielding skin on Florence's underarm, causing her to scream out her surrender.

"OAKY... OKAY... I GIVE UP! I GIVE UP!", Florence shrieked.

Liz giggled as she mercifully stopped the tickling and rolled off of Florence, standing on the floor next to her.

"Looks like we've discovered your weakness Florence. So you'd better watch out!" Liz warned jokingly before bending down and giving her a kiss on the cheek before walking out of the room.

Florence smiled, finally able to calm down as she lay flat on her back, smiling. Though the experience was thoroughly arousing, in fact one of the most sensual experiences of her inexperienced life, she didn't view it as an overtly sexual experience. Somehow her new roommate had found a way to make her feel better, both physically and emotionally, and Florence was very grateful for that. Their relationship had just changed forever, and Florence looked forward to wherever it went from here!

TO BE CONTINUED?

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