Good luvin' is the best medicine.

Out of the shower in a pair of fluffy white robes each, Emma was ready to appreciate the amazing hotel room for what it was.

“My God, Robyn, this room is truly amazing. I’m sorry for being such a cranky bitch before,” Emma told her as she explored the near palatial room.

“It is and you were,” Robyn chides her friends but without any venom in her voice. All has been forgiven. “What got into you though?”

“Would you believe me if I said I don’t honestly know? I wasn’t all that interested in Barry and liked Larry better,” Emma quickly added the next part before Robyn might get offended that it was over some guy, “but I really just wanted to hang out with you.”

“Aww, Emma!” Robyn cooed, touched by her friend. “We don’t have to go to this after-party tonight if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine, honestly. I want to go now.”

“Ok, but I won’t leave you alone with Barry all night. I promise,” Robyn winced a little as she walked around the penthouse with Emma.

“You ok?” Emma asked noticing the brief look of pain on her face.

“I’m good, just a little sort from that. Maybe don’t use a shampoo bottle next time,” Robyn said with a laugh before suddenly stopping. She didn’t know if there was a next time or if this had been a one time only thing between them.

“Did you want there to be a next time?” Emma asked catching the same thing Robyn just did.

“I mean… I do if you do?” Robyn said hedging.

“I liked it…” Emma too bashful to come out and say she was willing for it to happen again.

“Does this make us…” Robyn asked.

“What? Lesbians!” Emma said with a giant laugh, “I think I’d miss men way too much for that.”

Robyn smiled too at the ridiculousness of Emma being coming a lesbian. The girl loved guys way too much to ever give us penis.

“How about, we’re special friends who take ‘care’ of each other?” Emma said labeling themselves.

“The best of friends,” Robyn agreed, hugging Emma before she tried something out.

As they stood in the big open plan room of the penthouse, Robyn drew her lips to Emma’s planting a kiss on her mouth. Emma returned it experimentally. It felt funny and a little bit weird to be kissing her best friend on the mouth after what they'd just said, their tongues hesitantly probing each other.

Emma giggled as they broke apart, a bit line of droll coming from her mouth that she caught with her finger. “We can work on that,” she said causing Robyn to blush a deep red.

As the afternoon wore on and the girls had explored everything there was to in their penthouse suite, the dilemma of finding some clothes to wear came near.

“I can go and fetch the car. I don’t mind,” Robyn offered.

The car wasn’t parked at the hotel but down at the public car park that overlooked the beach. They sure hadn’t anticipated they would be spending the night in the beach side hotel when they had first arrived at the surf carnival for the bikini comp.

“What about something from the boutique downstairs?” Emma offered, excited at the idea of buying something new.

“It’s probably pretty expensive.”

“Ahh, hello Robyn! We just one four thousand dollars today. We can afford to treat ourselves.”

Robyn had genuinely forgotten about their prize money. She was so used to them not having any money she just couldn’t conceive of them having so much already.

“Alright but we should only buy something we're actually going to wear again,” Robyn set her conditions for the new purchases. “How are we going to get down there though? We only brought the bikini with us.”

“Let’s just go like this,” Emma said indicating their fluffy white bathrobes. Robyn quite so sure. “People walk around in these things all the time in places like these. We could be heading to the pool or going for a sauna. No one will even notice.”

Emma managed to convince Robyn but she still insisted they at least do their hair again before leaving the room. Emma tied Robyn’s pale blonde hair back into tight pleats that made her look fierce she thought and then put hers up into a simple high ponytail with sides held flat against her head with bobby pins. Emma never went anywhere without her make purse in her bag so they did that as well. Emma picking out gold and silver eye shadow in honor of their victory in the bikini and surfing competitions.

Down in the hotel’s boutique, it was just as Emma said. The sales assistant didn’t even blink at the pair of them in their Egyptian cotton robes. Emma spotted a pair of metallic gold and bronze bikinis that she thought were just to die for and it was definitely something they would wear again she reasoned.

“We can’t just wear that to a party!” Robyn argued.

“Of course, we can,” Emma likewise argued.

The sales assistant was able to solve their fighting when she showed the girls a pair of sarongs that matched the colouring of the bikinis exactly. Robyn tied the airy material into a dress just below the shoulders. The much more brazen Emma tying her sarong around her hips leaving her magnificent tits uncovered. The golden bikini going to Robyn to match her pale blonde hair and make-up. The bronze highlighting Emma’s darker hair and skin to perfection.