The Coven

Last night of the holidays, last night of Erasmus, last night with Jake. Maria had decided that she would get laid tonight. After 5 months of pining, tonight would be the night, tonight she'd sleep with the boy that had made her go weak at the knees for the last five months.

They’d been an odd coven. The three witches from Britain and Jake, the warlock, four Brits clinging together. While the other Europeans had cross-fertilized both metaphorically and physically, the Brits had kept their little clique.  During their four and a half months in Zagreb people from all corners of Europe shared food, stories, beds and bodily fluids while the Brits remained in splendid isolation sticking to their traditions of getting pissed by midnight and going home together but alone.
Now the four of them were in Split, enjoying the sun and sea before going home to their own homes, families, summer jobs and their real lives.
Maria was doing all her best moves to attract Jake's attention, her stories were all about things they'd done together, she was touching the top of her top directing Jake’s eyes at her ample breasts and using her other hand to touch his arm when ever possible. The problem was Jake only seemed to have eyes for that flat-chested, Barbie doll Emma who also seemed to be pulling out all the stops to get Jake to notice her, and it seemed to be working, Jake and Emma seemed to be moving closer and closer together like a large ocean liner edging into port. Maria was fighting a losing battle, she was watching her man get away and what was worse it was to that cow Emma. 

The light burst into the room like a bull in a china shop, Maria’s head cried for it to stop but how can you stop daybreak? To her hungover eyes simple sunrise felt like a nuclear bomb had exploded outside her window. Her tongue felt vile and her head throbbed, how much wine had the four of them got through?

It had been a crazy night, one dropped then the next leaving the two of them alone in the bar, the first kiss had taken her by surprise but then they were pawing at each other’s clothes as they took the lift up to Maria’s room. The sex had been pretty good considering the state they were in, it had been wanton, hedonistic, passionate. Exploring the unknown, discovering new horizons. They both knew it would probably be the only time and they were determined to make the most of it. She thought of those gentle probing touches and shivered, it was better than she had imagined. Maria smiled, she always liked it when she got what she wanted, she’d decided she was going to have sex on the last night of her holiday and she had, but she hadn’t expected it to be with that cow Emma.