Lolita Livingstone opened up a bottle of firewhiskey and pressing it to her lips tilted her head back gently, she closed her eyes as the hot liquid warmed her throat and the heat spread through her body.
"To the end of exams," she toasted, clinking her bottle against a similar one held by Athena Zijarda.
The English born witches had been sent to Goseaton Academy to escape the low standards which their families thought had blighted English magical collages in recent years. Such pure bloods should be given a better education in the dark arts and Goseaton Academy was famous for it. At Goseaton Academy you didn't graduate until age 19, by which time the students were skilled in dueling, curses and hexes.
Lolita, eighteen, had long, dark, thick curly hair that cascaded playfully down her back and bounced with each movement. She was slim and as pale as porcelain. Athena, whilst just as slim and pale as Lolita, had poker straight light blonde hair that reached her waist.
The two girls spent the evening in their dormitory getting tipsy on the firewhisky, which they had charmed a caretaker in to purchasing for them as although they were old enough to drink, alcohol was not allowed in school grounds. They gossiped tirelessly about the boys they liked and giggled endlessly about which teacher was hottest, soon they would graduate and the ban on student-teacher relationships would no longer apply.
Lolita took another sip of the firewhiskey, hiccupped and lay on the bed next to Athena. She rolled on to her side and stroked her long blonde hair before gently kissing her pouted lips.
"Mmm," moaned Athena softly, "I always loved how you kissed me."
"Good, because I can't help myself, you're so beautiful, like a doll."
Lolita kissed her again, then moved her lips to Athena's neck, softly caressing her skin with gentle kisses. Athena's chest rose and fell with deep breathes as her excitement mounted.
"Tell me again which teacher you like best," teased Lolita.
"Mmm Darenski's got nothing on you Lolly."
"Good answer." giggled Lolita, now playing with the buttons on Athena's blouse.
Suddenly Athena pulled away, she buttoned up her top and stared at the floor.
"What's wrong Athena? This happens every time, we kiss, you seem to enjoy it, I move to your breasts and you freeze up."
"I just...I just don't like them ok." Tears welled up in Athena's eyes.
"You don't like your breasts?"
"No, how could I? They're tiny, no wonder the boys don't notice me."