A storm has hit.

"My God, Robyn! What's happened?" Emma cried, her sheet tight around her nude torso, sitting bolt upright in her own king-size bed as she saw her diminutive blonde friend fly across the penthouse suite towards her. The surfer girl's frame was illuminated from behind by the low-key lighting that remained on elsewhere in the expansive room, including the recessed lights that shown down on Robyn's lucite trophy atop the gas fireplace's mantle.

Emma saw the bedsheet fly up, momentarily blocking her vision, as Robyn dove under the covers for comfort.

"I dunno what it was, Emma, but it practically scared me out of my skin!" Robyn explained excitedly, her words coming out a mile a minute. She drew tight to the brunette as Emma lay back down, the excited blonde putting her arm around her friend.

The bubbly blonde suddenly grew quiet.

"Oh. Sorry, Ems. I forgot you usually slept starkers," Robyn said, sliding her little hand back towards her own lithe fame. The blonde inadvertantly had grabbed a handful of the voluptuous brunette's left tit when she went to hold her close.

"Er..no worries Robs," replied Emma as she lay on her back, glancing to her best buddy. The sudden electric contact of her surf buddy's soft palm to the pink pad of her wide aureole caused her to suck in her breath. She had wondered about their relationship's path since her fingers had slipped inside the velvety folds of her friend's pussylips as she applied tanning oil before the day's bikini contest and Robyn hadn't balked at the sapphic invasion.

Her own hand slipped up to replace her friend's and manipulated the hardening nub under the covers, her pussy squishing between her closed tight thighs.

A sudden flash and an accompanying crash of thunder made Emma freeze in her tracks. It was almost as if The Man Upstairs was admonishing her for her solo gratification.

"Gawd! There's another!" cried Robyn as she dipped her head under the sheets.

Emma chuckled to herself when she realized it had been the first loud crash of the oncoming electrical storm that had startled the little blonde so.

"Oh, pleez, Robs!" Emma couldn't help but giggle at her still out-of-it friend. "It's just a storm! You've been through a ton of 'em!"

"But we're so high up here, in the middle of the heavens! Aren't you afraid we'll get struck by lightning?"

"I'm afraid I won't get to sleep if you keep jabbering! Now, go..to...sleep!" Emma said, turning to her left side. Robyn could be such a tough cookie as a surfer girl, not afraid of a towering curling wave or the danger of sharp coral at wave's break. Other times, that child-like naivete would surface. But, she thought with a smile, she guessed that was part of her charm.

An hour later, Emma awoke. The sky outside the large picture windows at the other end of the suite was dark and silent, the storm had passed. Unfortunately, the blonde sleeping on the other side of the king-sized bed wasn't.

Emma turned to her right side to look at the sleeping blonde. Robyn had ended up on top of the sheets in her tossing and turning, her promotional tee shirt rucked up to the tops of her slim golden thighs. She lay back on the pillow, her golden hair splayed out on the cushion below her head. Her eyes were closed but her thin pink lips weren't. Her mouth was now open wide, a hacksawing sound issuing forth from her nasal passages.

"Robyn? Robs?" Emma asked quietly, not wanting to wake her, but hoping to stir her enough to silence her godawful snoring. 'God!' Emma thought to herself as she studied her sleeping friend. 'How can such a loud noise come from such a little girl?' She brought her index finger to her friend's face, following the tapered contours of her nose and lips, hoping to silence the girl.

To Emma's delight, the blonde smacked her lips at the intrusive finger and closed her mouth, stopping her snoring. Emma continued to study her sleeping friend.

The brunette watched her friend's chest rise and fall gently as she breathed, her now upturned breasts pushing against the thin cotton of the swimshop tee shirt. Feeling naughty, and a tiny bit vengeful at being woken from her slumber, Emma traced her finger down to the perky cones. She watched as her touch drew the nipple from it's base, poking up the white cotton. Robyn sighed in her sleep, then settled back down. Emma decided to continue to the other, flicking the nipple through the cotton. Robyn stirred again, this time parting her legs further.

This didn't go unnoticed by the beauteous brunette, and her fingers twirled in the air as she looked to the short hem of the tee shirt. Dare she take it that far?