Emma cuts the hospitality short.

As Emma stayed watching the rest of the Men’s Surfing Final, she found what had started as just a small pang of jealous was increasingly growing into a small ball at the pit of her stomach. Robyn was off talking to Larry, getting along famously by the looks of it and she was stuck with Boring Barry. There was nothing wrong with Barry, she just found him a dreadfully bit dull. All he did was talk about work and the weather and just make aimless banal small talk. He was no Derek Britedeck that was for sure. Emma found herself wishes she was over there talking to Larry instead. Or did she wish she was Larry talking to Robyn?

Emma stayed with Barry until they announced the winners of the competition. Further souring her mood, Derek had wiped out on his last wave and come in last of the four men in the final. Excusing herself from Barry. Emma made her way to where Robyn and Larry were still engrossed in each other’s presence.

“Hey Rob,” she said interrupting, “can I grab the room key. I think I’m going to go upstairs and get changed.”

“Is everything all right?” Robyn asked, worried about her friend. Emma was normally so bright and bubbly at a party. It was unusual to see her like this.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I just want to go and get changed out of these suits,” Emma told her.

“Ok Em. I’ll come too,” Robyn knew her friend was lying but if Emma was upset, Robyn would drop anything to be there for her. Excusing herself to Larry, she told him, “we’re going to go but we might see you at the after-party tonight.” She wasn’t sure they’d be back at the mood Emma was in.

The two girls were quiet in the elevator on the ride up. Emma didn’t even comment when the lift took them all the way up to the top floor. The upgrade Robyn had been given was to a full penthouse suite. Emma should be beside herself.

After letting themselves inside the penthouse with the access card, Robyn again tried to see what was bothering her friend.

“Ok Emma, can you please tell me what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to get changed like I said,” Emma told her unrelenting.

“Our clothes are back at the campsite. We have nothing to get changed into,” Robyn told her.

“Oh, well I just want to take a shower then.”

Robyn was getting a little annoyed at her friend by this point. She had been quite happy talking to Larry and it wasn’t as if she hadn’t been left to be the third wheel a million times while Emma chatted up some bloke. Robyn didn’t bother saying another word as she let Emma go and take her shower. It was about 5 minutes later that Robyn felt a pang of remorse and decided to give it one last try to see if she could find out what was bothering her best friend.

Emma had climbed out of her little black and yellow neoprene bikini and stepped into the shower. The deliriously hot water washing over her head from the rain showerhead carried away some of the funk she had been feeling downstairs. She’d been really mean lying to her friend Robyn just then. She felt guilty for taking her away from Larry now and determined to make it up to her and apologise as soon as she got out of the shower.

Before she got a chance though, a likewise naked Robyn opened the ceiling length glass door to the shower and climbed inside with her friend. Emma was alerted to her presence when she felt Robyn’s hands come to gently touch her sides from behind. Her petite blonde friend coming closer to press her small breasts into Emma shapelier back as she curled her arms around Emma, hugging her from behind.

“Rob? What are you doing?” Emma asked, unsure of herself now. The two girls had seen each other naked plenty of times. It was unavoidable travelling and living in a tent together. Emma didn’t really think of herself or Robyn as having all that many boundaries but they had never taken a shower together.

Robyn rested her chin on Emma’s shoulder as she held her. The brunette was taller so her chin was tilted up but it wasn’t uncomfortable. “I thought I’d come and wash your hair for you,” Robyn said is soft soothing voice.

“Thanks,” Emma told her and then, “I’m sorry too.”

Emma’s arms covered Robyn’s as they held their embrace. Robyn’s hand softly rubbing Emma’s stomach. Em’s hands trailing Rob’s as they moved lower and lower. Emma gasped as Robyn’s small fingers brushes against the tight triangle patch of hair Emma kept neat atop her pelvis mound. There was no mistake in where Robyn's hand was going.

“Robyn, what are you doing?” Emma asked.

“Sssshhhhh… It’s just like the start of the bikini comp,” Robyn whispered as her fingers came to rub Emma’s soft lips.

“Ooohhh!” Emma moaned as she felt her clit gently strummed.