Florence and Liz III, Just Desserts
by Mr. Chain

Florence quickly went about the business of getting ready for her first date in over 6 months. She was nervous, but still feeling euphoric from the pampering Liz had just given her. She dried and styled her hair, put on her make-up, but then had a hard time figuring out what to wear. Clad only in her black underwear, Florence had no idea what the plans were for the evening, so she decided to seek the help of her roommate.

Walking toward Liz's bedroom, Florence stopped in the doorway, watching Liz get ready herself. Liz was standing in front of the mirrored doors to her closet applying some make-up, and did not notice Florence, who was purposely standing off to the side and out of view. Florence watched her roommate, amazed at how great she looked though only dressed in her pink, lacy underwear. Her hair and make-up were perfect, her eyes twinkling under the lights. Florence looked at her roommate's reflection in the mirror, gazing up and down while admiring Liz's svelte figure and beautiful face.

In many ways, she wished she were more like Liz, both in terms of her beauty and her personality. But it was getting late so Florence shook her head and walked in, attracting Liz's attention.

"Hey Flo, is that what you're wearing?", she asked jokingly.

"I have no idea what to wear Liz. What are we doing tonight anyway?"

Liz hesitated, a puzzled look on her face. "Well ... I think Vinny is expecting for you guys to just stay in and get to know each other. So if I were you, I'd just wear something comfortable. You want me to give you a hand?", she asked willingly.

"If you don't mind.", Florence asked sheepishly.

The two roommates walked back into Florence's room, and Liz began to shuffle through her roommate's drawers. She pulled out a black, cropped tank top and a pair of worn, gray sweatpants, tossing them to Florence.

"Here, why don't you wear these?", she offered.

Florence looked at them and laughed. "Seriously?" she questioned.

"Sure! You don't want to look too dressy, after all, the two of you are just going to stay here anyway, right? Besides, the tank top will really show off those magnificent pits of yours that we just freshened up!", Liz proclaimed with a chuckle.

"Well ... um ... okay. if you think that's best." Florence replied.

"Before you get dressed, let me just check out those pits one more time to make sure you're ready." Liz replied before stepping closer.

The two had shared a very erotic shower just a few minutes earlier, with Liz shaving Florence's armpits and then bathing them in Florence's favorite scented body lotion.

Obligingly, Florence lifted both arms, placing her hands behind her head. Liz stepped in front of her and, much to Florence's surprise, moved her face directly into Florence's right pit. Florence cringed as she felt the tip of Liz's nose bury into her underarm. She then heard Liz take a deep, clear sniff. Liz then moved her face into Florence's left armpit and took another whiff before her moving her face away.

"Perfect!", she announced, a wide smile on her face.

Florence was shocked, amazed that Liz had taken such a deliberate sniff of her underarms, though not at all offended by it.

"They should be here any second so why don't you get dressed.", Liz instructed as she began to walk back toward her room. "Oh ... and lose the bra Flo, it won't look good under a tank top anyway."

Florence was hesitant, after all, she rarely showed much skin to begin with, never mind going without a bra. But before she could rebut, Liz asked one more thing.

"And can you do me a favor Flo? I need a few more minutes so if the bell rings, just let them in, okay?"

Florence nodded reluctantly, hoping that Liz would have answered the door. Against her better judgement she slipped her bra off, pulled the tank top on and slipped into the baggy, worn sweatpants. Just then the bell rang and Liz shouted from her room.

"I'll be out in a minute Flo!"

Florence paused, took a deep breath and then walked toward the door. Hesitating once more, she took another deep breath before opening it.

"Hi Florence, remember us?" asked Joe.

Florence nodded happily, shyly gloancing at Vinny before letting them in and escorting them over to the couch. Vinny walked up to her with a wide smile, offering her a kiss on the cheek. He handed her a bag with a bottle of wine in it.

"Hi Florence, you look great. How are you doing?", he said.

Florence blushed, noticing how cute he was, even cuter than she had remembered.

"I'm doing fine Vinny, you look great too!", she proclaimed, unable to hide her enthusiasm.

They all sat down and Florence told then that Liz would be out in a minute. She couldn't help but notice how differently they were dressed however. Vinny was very casual, wearing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt wile Joe was dressed well in a pair of slacks and a silk shirt. But she didn't say anything about it as the three began to chit chat.

A minute or two later Liz emerged from her room, dressed incredibly. She was wearing a tight, pink minidress which hugged every curve on her body, and pair of pink heels. She surely wasn't dressed for staying in and Florence was shocked. As Liz walked over, Joe stood up, though Vinny remained seated on the sofa. Liz gave him a kiss and the two of them headed toward the door.

"Okay, you two have fun?" Liz offered.

Florence grew panicked, jumping up from her seat. "But ... where are you guys going?, she asked, her voice cracking.

"Oh we're going out dancing. I'll be home late, so don't wait up Flo. Have fun!" Liz repeated before the two of them walked out, closing the door behind them.

Florence stood there dumbfounded. She had expected that the four of them would be spending the night together, in the apartment. But Liz had made other plans and hadn't shared them with Florence, who felt silly at her lack of knowledge. Hesitantly she made her way back over to the sofa where Vinny was sitting and took her seat. The two glanced at each other before Vinny resumed the conversation.

Though uneasy at first, gradually Florence grew more comfortable, enjoying the chance to get to know Vinny better. The conversation flowed smoothly for the first 15 minutes or so, but then came an awkward pause. Vinny had done most of the talking so far, which was fine with Florence, but he seemed to now be giving her the opportunity to speak, and Florence felt flustered. Trying desperately to think of something witty to say, Vinny smiled across at her, waiting for her to speak. Finally, growing more and more nervous, Florence blurted out the question.

"So Vinny, I understand that you like armpits!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Florence wished she could have them back. She grew angry with herself for being so socially inept and felt embarrassed. Vinny hesitated for a second or two, looking shocked at Florence's bluntness. But then he chuckled out loud, which went a long way to ease the tension.

"Yeah ... I do like armpits", Vinny replied lightheartedly, "I guess that's kind of weird, huh?"

Florence quickly recognized the opportunity to lighten the situation and took advantage of it.

"No, I don't think it's weird at all. It is different, but I also think it's kind of cute", she proclaimed.

"Cute huh?", Vinny replied cutely, smiling back at Florence.

"Yeah, I do think it's cute. So how did you get into armpits in the first place?", Florence questioned, feeling relieved.

Vinny went on to explain that he had dated a girl during his last summer break at college, a gorgeous blonde with whom he often went to the beach. She would always ask him to rub suntan oil on her, and Vinny did so obligingly. That was his first real contact with a woman's armpits, and he thoroughly enjoyed it. He then went on to explain how another girl he had dated loved for him to give her massages, especially with hot oil. But she wasn't into having sex, wanting a more permanent commitment first. She loved the massages, but wouldn't let it go further than that, so Vinny appeased himself by focusing on her armpits, thereby helping to relieve some of his sexual frustration.

The conversation went back and forth for awhile longer, Florence asking lots of questions and Vinny being very forthright in answering them. The discussion left Florence with a better understanding of his attraction, and a great deal of respect for Vinny. He had been very honest and eloquent in explaining himself, and it didn't seem very odd at all to Florence now.

"I guess you've seen lots of armpits in your day then, haven't you?", Florence asked while coyly resting her right arm on the top of the sofa to reveal of hint of her own armpit.

Vinny took the bait, glancing at the opening before answering her question.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that.", he answered with a chuckle.

Florence smiled back at him, and decided to make the first move. "Well .... um .... would you like to take a look at mine?"

Vinny sat up hastily, nodding his head in agreement to the offer. With that, Florence folded her legs in front of her, adjusting her body so that she was facing him before lifting both arms and joining her hands behind her head. She smiled proudly, waiting for his assessment of her newly pampered pits. Vinny smiled like a kid in a candy shop as he moved closer, gazing salaciously into Florence's underarms. He studied them for awhile, fixing his stare onto each one for several seconds before moving to the other. Finally he shifted his vision back to Florence's eyes, and with a wide smile proclaimed his verdict.

"I have to tell you Florence, those are some of the nicest armpits I have seen in awhile!"

Florence thought about his reaction, and was somewhat disappointed by it. "SOME of the nicest armpits he's seen IN AWHILE!", she thought to herself. Surely she deserved a better appraisal than that! Becoming more brazen, Florence decided to entice him further.

"Would you like to touch them?", she asked, inviting him to explore further.

"YES! .... Yes I would!", he declared as he slid even closer, reaching forward to gently caress each of her pits with his fingertips.

His touch was tender and affectionate as he fondled each of her pits and Florence couldn't help but become aroused. Though feeling an incredible sense of stimulation, she fervently tried to fight back the moan which desperately wanted to emerge from her mouth. Vinny continued to passionately stroke each pit with a soft, gentle touch, and Florence could no longer resist. As he buried his fingers into her deep recesses, Florence finally moaned softly, dropping her head back in elation. Vinny smiled as Florence closed her eyes, prompting him to inch closer and take a sniff of each underarm. Though she was taken aback when Liz sniffed her pits for the first time, Florence's heart was now fluttering, overcome with excitement. Vinny then pressed his lips against her right armpit, planting a long and tender kiss in the deepest recess before repeating the lustful gesture on her left underarm. Finally lifting his head out of the deep pocket, Florence opened her eyes to peer back at him.

"Still think they are only SOME of the nicest armpits you've seen IN AWHILE?", she whispered to him.

Vinny looked surprised at the sarcasm in her voice, and shuffled nervously as he prepared his response. "They are not only beautiful to look at, but they smell delightful and feel like silk!", he proclaimed, trying to reassure her. "In fact, they are definitely in contention for the best I have ever seen!", he declared, trying to correct his first misstep.

Florence once again was less than thrilled with his appraisal. "IN CONTENTION for the best he's ever seen!", she thought, growing increasingly more agitated.

Vinny realized he had gotten himself into some trouble and hastily got up from the couch. "Hey, how would you like a glass of wine?", he asked before darting off into the kitchen, not waiting for an answer.

Florence was left to wonder what had gone wrong. She couldn't imagine how he was not completely won over by her scented, smooth pits. And the way he seemed to avoid the situation was even more alarming. As Vinny opened and poured the wine, Florence thought about the best way to handle the situation. While she was falling for this guy, he didn't seem to share the feeling and so she needed to devise a way to win him over. So as Vinny prepared to re-enter the room, Florence's brain was working overtime.

Handing her a glass of wine, he sat down next to her. He toasted to "new friends", a less than romantic toast, or at least so Florence thought.

"I found a pint of ice cream on your counter Florence. It was pretty melted, but I put it back in the freezer anyway."

Florence had forgotten all about the ice cream. She had picked it up on her way home from work, expecting it to be her only company tonight.

"Oh ... thanks. I forgot all about it. You can have it you like?", Florence offered sweetly.

"Well I do love chocolate ice cream, so maybe I'll take you up on that later.", John replied.

But ice cream was the least of Florence's worries as she tried to figure out the way to Vinny's heart. Taking another sip of wine, she decided to do something out of character for her. Placing her glass down on the table, she leaned across the sofa and pressed her lips tightly to Vinny's. He wasn't expecting it, but did not hesitate to kiss her back. Within seconds the two were burying their tongues in each other's mouths. As they continued to kiss, Florence wrapped one hand around the back of Vinny's head while placing the other hand behind her own, exposing her armpit once again. Vinny slowly worked his hand towards it and began to grope it once again. Before long however, his hand began wandering, delving into her tank top through the side and fondling her breast.

Florence delicately moved it away, but continued to kiss him. Vinny took the hint at first, but as they kept kissing, he tried again. Florence tenderly moved his and away once more, continuing to kiss him for a few more seconds before concluding the kiss in a congenial manner.

"I'm sorry Vinny, but this is only our first date. I hope you don't mind.", she stated innocently.

Vinny handled it well and told her that he not only understood, but respected her for it. The two of them then settled back into the sofa, each taking a sip of wine before the conversation resumed.

"So Vinny, since I have only SOME of the nicest armpits you've seen, I guess you've experienced some other nice ones too?", Florence asked coyly.

Vinny seemed uncomfortable, and immediately apologized. "I'm sorry Florence, I didn't mean it like that.", he pleaded.

"I'm just teasing you.", Florence interjected, before finishing, "But seriously, tell me about some of your experiences with women and their armpits. Who had the nicest?"

Vinny hesitated, but concluded that Florence seemed sincere in her question, so he went on to tell Florence one of his most treasured experiences.

"Well, I don't know if you ever met her, but Liz used to live her with another girl named Deb. Deb was gorgeous, a full time model." Florence was surprised, never hearing about Deb from Liz. But she listened intently as Vinny went on. "Deb was a blonde, great skin, beautiful face and a real free spirit. She would go along with anything. Well one night Joe and I were over and we all had a little too much to drink. Well Deb starts asking lots of personal questions and somehow it came out that I really loved a woman's armpits. All of sudden she's taking her shirt off to show me her pits, and goading Liz into doing it too."

Florence stared and listened as Vinny went on.

"Well Deb had the most perfect armpits I had ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off of them, and she knew it. So she started messing with me, telling me to sniff them and lick them and all kinds of stuff."

Florence sat wide eyed as she listened. "Well did you?", she asked nervously.

"Of course!", blurted Vinny, "I mean I didn't want to insult her!", he said with a chuckle.

Florence felt upset, desperately wanting Vinny to feel the same way about her that he felt about this ... this Deb. But she pressed on, wanting more information.

"And what about Liz? Did you do the same to her?", Florence asked.

"Well Liz went along with, Deb always knew how to get her going. Liz had great pits too, but she was more with Joe and I was more with Deb, and Joe isn't as passionate about armpits as I am."

Florence looked disappointed and sat quietly as Vinny noticed her reaction. Moving closer, he grabbed her by the shoulders and gently pulled her closer.

"Listen Florence, your armpits are superb. They look sensational, smell like a bouquet of fresh flowers and are smooth as silk. In fact I've never seen a set of armpits as smooth as yours. In fact they're so smooth, I could even eat off them!" Vinny proclaimed.

Florence giggled, reassured by his reaction. But suddenly a coy expression crossed her lips as she glanced back at him with her sexiest glare.

"Well ..... maybe you should eat off them.", she purred.

Vinny's eyes widened as he smiled widely. He stared at her with a similar coy smile before whispering to her.

"Are you interested in trying something a little different?", he asked to an intrigued Florence.

"What did you have in mind?", she purred back.

"Well ... you'll just have to trust me. Do You?", he asked.

Florence looked at him, hesitating with a playful look on her face before nodding her head. She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but if it was a way to get closer to him, she was all for it.

"Okay, close your eyes.", he instructed her before grabbing a towel from the kitchen. He twirled it together and then tied it around Florence's eyes as she sat nervously, allowing him to do it.

"What are you doing?", she asked.

"Just trust me. I promise you will enjoy it and I promise to respect your wishes!" he replied, running into the kitchen.

He emerged with the pint of ice cream, an ice cream scoop and a wet paper towel. Placing them down on the coffee table, he gently lowered her down onto the sofa so that she was laying on her side. He then lifted her arm up and placed it above her head so that it was laying flat and straight above her head. As a result of the positioning, her armpit formed a deep, long and narrow pocket. Pausing, he admired it for a few moments before he took the wet paper towel and moved closer, slowly wiping her armpit with it.

"Don't worry my dear, I am in love with the way your pits look and smell, but I need your skin to be free of anything but ... well ... your skin."

Florence quivered as he gently wiped away the body lotion with soft, tender wipes leaving her to coo. Finally, having cleaned her pit completely, he sat up and took a big scoop of the drippy ice cream. Holding it over her pit, he warned her that she might feel something cold before placing he placed it down into the deep pocket beneath her arm. Florence cringed, giggling as she asked again what he was doing. "I'm taking you up on your invitation Florence", he replied, the generous scoop of the wet, cold ice cream overflowing her deep valley before beginning to drip down the sides. He then lowered his mouth down onto her underarm and began slurping up the ice cream. Florence began to giggle wildly from the sensation as he continued to lap up the creamy liquid, enjoying a mouthful of Florence's soft armpit in the process. He continued to suck the ice cream from her pit as Florence giggled and groaned, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. Her armpit was now spotted with tiny, swollen goosebumps from the cold as small streams of the chocolate confection dripped into her breast and down her back.

But that did not deter Vinny, who continued to kiss, suck on and caress Florence's underarm with his mouth. The exercise continued for about 10 minutes before finally Vinny lifted his head, gazing down into her wet, concave pit. He noticed the streams of goo which had escaped him and dripped onto other parts of her body, but he dared not wander any further, at least for now. He then cast his eyes on her face, the blindfold still covering her eyes as she continued to breathe deeply. Reaching forward he gently removed her blindfold before rolling Florence onto her back and then lowering himself onto her. He inched closer before the two became locked in a long, wet, passionate kiss. After awhile the two finally came up for air, and Vinny helped Florence to sit upright before they exchanged a hug.

"I hope the ice cream was good!", Florence asked cutely.

"The ice cream was good, but the bowl it was in was even better!", he proclaimed, bringing a smile to her face.

Florence then got up, feeling the stickiness of the liquid on other parts of her body.

"Why don't I go clean up.", she proclaimed as she got to her feet.

Vinny rose with her, holding each of her arms as he gazed into her eyes.

"I had better get going anyway Florence, but I wanted to thank you for a great time. I'd like to see you again, is that okay?"

Florence gazed back at him wantonly, wishing he wouldn't leave. All that she wanted to do was bring him into her bedroom and make love to him for hours, though she knew she couldn't do that, at least not yet.

"Yes, I'd like that.", she replied in her sexiest voice.

The two then exchanged another long, passionate kiss before he grabbed his coat and headed out. Florence was left with a smile on her face, having experienced an experience more sensual than anything she had ever experienced before. Walking into her bedroom, she glanced in the mirror, noticing the drips of chocolate which ran into her breasts, staining the tank top. She chuckled at the sight, pulling the shirt off of her head and tossing it into the corner of her room. She then went into the bathroom and cleaned herself off before slipping into her pajamas and getting into bed. As she lay there, she began to reminisce about the evening. She smiled widely at the memory of Vinny's lips against her body. She thought about how the two of them seemed to enjoy each other so much. She though about he seemed to worship her body, well at least a PART of her body, and how great that made her feel. She began to daydream about the future for the two of them before her thoughts took a sharp detour and she began to focus on something he had said earlier.

"I have to tell you Florence, those are some of the nicest armpits I have seen in awhile!" The less than stellar compliment has stayed in her head and she couldn't shake it. Thinking some more, she remembered another thing he had said when pressed for some of his previous armpit experiences.

"Deb had the most perfect armpits I had ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off of them." Florence's smile began to dwindle as she obsessed about the unintentional comparison. "Who was this Deb? And what was so great about HER armpits?", Florence began to wonder. "Would he be looking at her armpits, but thinking of Deb's?" She worked herself into a frenzy, worrying about her "competition", before finally trying to put it all aside, at least for now.

Growing sleepy, she finally rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. But before she fell asleep, she reminded herself to grill Liz about this Deb girl and find out what had happened between her and Vinny.

THE END

NEXT .... Florence faces the competition!

TO BE CONTINUED?

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