Can't Break My Flo Pt. 05

Saturday morning the girls slept in. After a simple breakfast, Flo asked, "Hey Mags... Could you help me change clothes?"

Maggie nodded and cleared the table. Flo headed to her room and wedged her closet open with her leg. She ran her toes along her hanging garments until she spotted the one she wanted, a cream colored dress. She tugged on it with her toes, but wasn't having much luck, so she leaned in and lifted the hanger with her mouth and laid it on her bed.

She poked around some more and pulled out her matching kitten heels. They only had an inch lift; Florence was still wary of high heels and opted to be on the safe side when it came to her balance. She kicked them out to the middle of the room.

Opening up a couple of drawers she found a matching panty and bra, dropping them on the bed as well. Maggie walked in and saw the clothes arrayed there. "Whoa, I was just expecting a pair of shorts. You going out somewhere?"

"I just... wanted to feel pretty today. Could you help me with some makeup, too?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Oh, I remember this dress!" Maggie pulled the hanger out and ran her fingers along the fabric. Flo looked GOOD in that one. "OK, ready?"

"Yup!" Florence stood still as Maggie removed her oversized t-shirt. Underneath she merely wore undies, which were slowly pulled down her legs. Florence stepped out of them and kept one leg up as Maggie brought the fresh pair around her foot. She lifted her other leg and did the same, then Maggie pulled them up until they were snug. She was inches from her friend's pendulous breasts... She was breathing on them. "Mags. Gettin' weird."

Maggie blinked. "Sorry!" She blushed as she grabbed the bra and hooked it closed from behind, then adjusted the straps. "Good?"

Florence flexed her shoulders a couple of times. "Hmm, almost. My right boob needs a tug." Maggie reached over Florence's shoulder and wrapped her hand around the front of her breast. Her nipple was erect. Maggie gave a little pull and felt the rest of the breast slide in the cup. She savored the moment. "That's better. OK, Dress!"

"OK," said Maggie. "Oh! One of the hooks is loose." She pretended to make an adjustment where none needed-just enough time to admire the cups of her bra from behind. That might have been the thing that turned Maggie on the most about her friend's current state: There was no angle at which Florence's bust was NOT visible. "Much better."

She collected the dress and draped it over Florence, then shimmied it down until her shoulders were in place. It had little flutter sleeves, that on her friend's armless body, hung off her shoulders like pixie wings. The deep V-neck line rested just above her bra, putting her cleavage on full display. The skirt portion flared out and ended above her knees.

In summary, she looked hot. She posed in front of the mirror and was pleased with how the chiffon draped around her frame. Maggie wanted so badly to say something, but she was afraid of blurting out the truth. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.

Florence turned back to her. "Makeup?"

"S-Sure." Maggie headed to the bathroom and Florence sat on the toilet.

"Just something light," said Florence as she stared at the vent, waiting.

"It's been a while since you asked for this." Maggie started to work on her face. "It's kind of fun." She was putting on some finishing touches when her attention was dragged away by someone honking their car horn. She ignored it and continued to work, but the honking wouldn't stop. "What the hell?" She walked to the front window, which faced the street.

A truck was stopped in the middle of the road. The driver was some sort of meat head who kept pounding the horn. He was staring at her. When they made eye contact he smiled and got out. Maggie latched the chain.

The large man banged on the door. Maggie called through it without opening. "What do you want?!"

A muffled, deep voice replied, "Is Flo there? I'm picking her up!"

"What do you want with her?!" Maggie braced against the door, not understanding why this guy was here.

Flo popped her head out of the hall. "Is that for me?"

Maggie spun her head to look at her. "What?"

"It's Glen! Open up!" Florence was smiling. It was her high school smile.

Oh no, thought Maggie. She slowly undid the chain and the deadbolt. The knob turned and Maggie was bowled over. Glen strode in, his frame took up most of the doorway.

"Babe, I was honking. Come on let's go." He turned around and walked back to his car.

"Thanks Maggie! I'll be back later!" Florence grinned and made for the door.

Maggie sat up on the floor and rubbed her hip. "What the hell, Flo?"

"Maggie. I'm going to a party." Florence saw that Maggie was upset by something. This was wasting party time. "What?!"

"You... I mean, you could have told me! I would have still helped you!"

"Glen asked me out. I just didn't want it to get weird."

"OK, well it got weird because you lied to me!" Maggie rose to her feet.

"Noooo, it's NOT a lie if I leave it out. I'll be back later!" Florence bounded out the door. She got to Glen's truck and stood by the passenger door.

Eventually he rolled the window down, and music blared from the stereo. "Come on, the beer's getting warm!" She gawked, expecting him to hold the door for her.. "Babe! Get in!"

She pulled her foot from her shoe and tried to open the door. It was too high up. "Hey! Could you help?" The music got louder. Florence jammed her foot back in the shoe, used her bottom jaw to lift the handle and felt it unlatch. She staggered back a couple of paces, enough to get it ajar and raced around to whack it open with her hip.

Florence used the runners along the side of the truck to get high enough to thrust her chest onto the seat. Glen was air drumming. "Seriously, help?" Her boobs squished against the top of her dress. Glen stared at her cleavage. "Hnnng, fine," grunted Florence as she pushed herself up enough to get purchase with her hips. She shoved with her feet until she was no longer in danger of falling out and pivoted until she was finally upright and seated.

The door. She looked at him for ANYthing, and got no response. She peeled her shoe off again and reached out to pull the door shut with her toes. It was more difficult than expected; her timing wasn't right and her foot prevented it from shutting all the way.

"Jesus. I'll help." Glen got out and walked around the truck, slamming the passenger door. She jumped a little. He got back in and looked at her.. "Seat belt too, I guess." He reached over and his massive bicep passed in front of her. It was huge. She felt herself get a little melty.

"Thanks. So are these friends from your team?"

"Babe, who the fuck knows? It's a party."

"Oh. Um... does the arm thing bother you? I just need to know before we get there."

"Shit, babe. With a rack like yours, who gives a fuck." He tossed a wet wipe on her lap. "For your mouth. My friends use that handle! Ain't no tellin' WHAT they were touching before they used it."

She was... bothered? and comforted? She didn't know which emotion to pull from. Glen seemed to accept her for who she was, but it was simply based on looks. Fuck it, I'm about this party, she thought.

--

They arrived and Glen hopped out. His beefy friends were there; he ran to them and bumped elbows. Florence carefully opened the door with her foot and called out to them. "Seat belt!"

Glen smacked his forehead and ran back. "Forgot." His arm reached across her lap and unhooked the latch. In almost the same motion, he grabbed her waist and slung her over his shoulder. It was effortless. Normally she would have been upset, but WOW he was strong. There was enough of a breeze to almost flip her short skirt. Glen must have sensed this because she felt his big hand grab her ass.

He approached his friends, and one of them called out, "Who'd you bag this time?"

"Guys, this is Flo." He set her down. Her flutter sleeves lived up to their name.

They stared at her with wide eyes. One of them stuttered an incomprehensible greeting. His eyes never left her bust.

"Hey boys." She leaned on Glen, making sure to get a little bit of breast against him. "Whatcha got to drink? Let's go!"

"Yeah!" He put his hand on her rump again and pushed her forward. She almost tripped, and was glad for her choice of shoes. As they passed through the house, there were pods of people chatting, with red Solo cups and cans of shitty beer in their hands.

They made their way to the back yard, where most of the party goers were. There was loud music, and smoke from a barbecue pit off to the side. A ping pong table was set up; people were tossing balls into cups and cheering. It was a great vibe! Glen grabbed a couple of beers and showed her to a chair. He opened both and set one in front of her.

Florence stared at it. "Do they... have straws?"

"Aw babe! I just sat down!" He raised his hands in defeat and took a swig.

"Um... I guess I'll be right back." She stood and went back inside. The music was blaring and she was forced to yell at people. "Hey! Are there any straws?!" People were jilted drunkenly from their confused conversations about religion or sports, and either stared at her shoulders or cleavage, but no one really had an answer for her. She headed to the kitchen and poked around with her foot.

"Flo!" Amy came into view. "I'm so glad to see you here! You look amazing!"

"Hey Amy!" She leaned in expecting a hug.

"Oh!" Her friend suddenly understood the gesture and awkwardly put her hands around Florence, not sure where it was OK to touch.

"I'm looking for-" She grunted, trying to open another drawer. "-straws."

"Silly, this is my house." She pulled a cupboard door open and grabbed one. "Here!" Thankfully, it was flexible.

"Oh YES!" Flo grabbed it in her mouth. "Cou' you leaff 'em on fuh coun'ah?"

"Yeah of course! "

"Fane 'ou!" She trotted out with the straw in her mouth. She made it back to the table and Glen nodded. She bent over to insert the straw slowly, intentionally making a show of it, then sat. "So... Glen, are you from around here?"

"Nah. I moved here for school. Sports scholarship. What happened to the arms, anyway?" He pointed to one of his.

"Car accident... People are always so... WEIRD about it. You're different though." She leaned over and sipped from the straw, making sure he got a full view of her cleavage.

"Heh... You know what? I think we're wearing to many clothes." He cocked his head over, gesturing to the pool. "I can't wait to see what you got on underneath." He pulled off his shirt and Florence gaped at his muscled physique. He stood, and stretched. His abs were rock hard, and Florence could tell there was no support under his board shorts. "Let's get in. Need help with the dress?"

She stood too, but said, "I um.. I didn't bring a bathing suit."

"What the hell, I told you it was a pool party."

Florence looked around nervously. "I'm a little self conscious." She shrugged her shoulders for emphasis.

Glen shook his head and made for the tub of beer. Florence was left alone, so she walked around looking for Amy. Being alone at a party was social suicide. She was standing next to the pool, chatting with a couple of girls.

"Flo!" Amy waved. "This is Robin and Shay."

"Hello ladies!" Florence made an armless curtsy.

"Flo and I went to high school together."

Shay nodded. "I saw you in the news back then. You're so brave!"

"Thank you. I take it day by day." Florence shrugged. Stock answer. "Honestly? I'm just trying to move on from that. You're all in school too?"

They nodded. All of a sudden she was grabbed by massive arms and thrown into the pool. She felt whipped around and hit the water. Florence kicked around, trying to get vertical again but her shoes were making it difficult. She managed a gasp of air and kicked off her shoes. They sank to the bottom as she kicked as hard as possible.

Florence had never practiced swimming after the accident, and struggled to keep her head afloat. Everything around her was chaos. People were jumping in around her and yelling. She tried to call for help, but was drowned out by the number of people whooping and hollering. She began to kick toward the shallow end, but people were diving in to the left and right, and the best she could manage was an occasional push to the surface to gasp for air.

Her toes touched the bottom. She started to jump up and down until she was finally able to slowly walk to the steps. She sat on one. Amid her coughs and gasps, she could see that the bust line of her dress had been dragged down, revealing the edges of her bra. She sat on a lower step and used her toes to adjust herself underwater.

Slowly, she stood and staggered over to Glen. He was still laughing. Florence kicked him into the pool... or at least that was the intent. She was no match for his muscled body. "Babe, what the fuck?"

"I could have drowned you bastard!" She kicked at him again and he blocked with his arms.

"Ha, what are you gonna try to slap me next?"

Florence turned beet red. She had an idea. She kicked a third time and then changed course. Her foot made contact with the smartphone in his hand. It spun into the pool.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" Glen was red with rage.

Amy grabbed Florence and pulled her away. Looking back she could see a couple of his buddies holding him back. Amy yanked her inside. "Glen is a JERK, why are you with him, anyway?"

"Have you SEEN his body?"

Amy shook her head. "Sorry, Flo? He's a shit head. You deserve better." She led Florence out to the front yard, between a couple of bushes so they could be alone for a moment. "I'll be honest, I thought you were into Maggie."

Florence's eyes went wide. "What?! Who the hell said THAT?!"

"Sorry!" Amy shrugged. "You two were so close, we all kinda figured. You know?"

They were on their knees, hidden behind the shrubs. Florence felt safe enough to explain. "We're not a thing." She leaned in and whispered, "But she's a lesbian, she just told me."

"Yeah I kind of assumed. You two still live together right?"

"We do. She only told me the other day. She's in love with me, I guess."

"I dunno Flo. Hashtag loveislove and stuff. I'm just saying, you can do way better than Glen."

"Yeah but Glen is different. He doesn't care about my missing arms. It's a relief, really."

"Jesus, Flo. He almost drowned you."

"He was just trying to be funny!"

"He... almost... drowned you, dumbass."

"Fine." Florence was so conflicted. Glen was the fhttps://www.binaryoptionrobotinfo.com/forums/users/ampaduu/

irst guy to notice her in that way. It felt good, in spite of what had just happened.

"I'm just saying..." Amy put an arm around her, "There are people truly care about you."

--

Florence didn't bother with her shoes; at the bottom of the pool they remained. She walked home wet and barefoot. The trip was about thirty minutes, but it felt like forever. Numerous people ran up to ask if she needed help. She shrugged them off. She wanted to talk to Maggie. Her best friend in the world. Could she actually love this person? She wondered at what sort of life that would be.

Florence wasn't a virgin; and she loved the feeling of someone up inside her... But being with a girl... that's not not even sex right? I'd basically be a virgin again, she thought to herself.

Also, Maggie was average. She wasn't UNattractive, but she was like, a one out of ten when compared to an Adonis like Glen. But... Maggie actually cares. For two years Maggie bathed, clothed and fed her... and continued to do so after Florence had snubbed her confession of love.

It made Florence wonder about her own father. Her mom had left town to get away from him. Would he have been able to take care of me? Probably not, she thought to herself. Instead, there was her teenage friend, who basically paused her life to help me.

She finally got to the apartment. She didn't knock-just sat on the step.

After a couple of minutes Florence was about to stand when she heard the latch. "Flo... What happened?"

Florence stood, barefoot and half-soaked. "I'm sorry Maggie. I'm like, actually sorry."

"Come in! I need to dry you off!"

"No... Can we talk?"

"Sure." Maggie came out and they sat next to each other on the step.

"Mags. I've really fucked up."

Maggie turned, "What happened?!"

"No no, with us. Glen was a complete ass. And it made me realize... I've been the same way with you. He almost drowned me today."

"WHAT?!" Maggie jumped to her feet. "Where is the party? I'm going over there-"

"No! Maggie calm down!" Florence jumped in the way and pressed up against Maggie to stop her. "He's an asshole! I'm... I'm one, too." She waited for Maggie to settle down. "I'm sorry Mags... Like... REALLY sorry," She looked at her friend with pleading eyes. "Please... sit for a sec."

Maggie sat, but looked impatient.

"I realized something... you CARE... without asking for anything in return. I think I was... over-compensating. I don't know if that makes sense."

"Flo, of COURSE it makes sense. You almost DIED in that accident, and your life changed permanently. And for the past two years I've done all I can to help you for one reason only. Because I love you."

Florence looked at her bare feet. "I guess... I'm finally understanding that." She leaned into Maggie and received a true, deep hug immediately.

"Come on inside. Let's get you fixed up."

"Thank you Maggie... for everything." Florence continued to lean on her friend as they walked inside. Maggie's arm was around her, and Florence felt a sense of safety that she hadn't quite perceived before.

Is this what it's like?

She smiled.

Can't Break My Flo Pt. 05

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