Dive Pt 1

They brought in a SCUBA instructor from the city, and we spent the next week learning how to use the gear. In the morning, we were in the classrooms and workshops learning, but would not be able to get into the water until we passed the written test.

At the end of the week, the written test was administered, a member of the SCUBA regulatory committee was on hand to overlook the testing. At the end of the day, we received the result: all of us passed and were eligible to dive that next week.

The few days that we had to wait for our first dive was long, it was tedious. No matter what activity they threw at us, no matter how fun they were, we all were fixated on the dive that was to come.

The night before, Slate made us run a few miles, to drain us from the energy that would of surely would have made us restless as we tried to sleep. It worked for the most part with the exception of Bubbly, who was all energized because she spent forty minutes staring at Slates ass bouncing, thinly concealed by his snug shorts.

We all awoke before the alarm that morning, hearing the sound of the truck arriving with our SCUBA gear. We all got up and any energy we wasted last night suddenly came back and then some.

We had our breakfast, and then went right to the bathrooms to change. By the time it was nine in the morning, the heat was already on its way up.

I waited in front of one of the stalls, waiting for Twilight to get out. When she got out, I had froze. She had shapely legs, her stomach was flat, and a perfect pair of tits. It was probably me, but her area looked shaved, usually a hair or two could be sticking out from under the bikini with your average girl, or even a small bulge because of the hair, but not Twilight’s.

"You look beautiful," I said involuntarily. She didn't say anything and continued on her way to the dock. She readjusted her glasses, and I could have sworn she had a blushing tinge. I looked at my belly, hoping that in the short span between that morning and right then, an impressive pack of abs would have appeared, instead: flat.

Unfortunately, I had the displeasure of seeing Crimson take off his shirt, revealing his rock hard six pack. Every girl, including Bubbly, took a second take at him.

You motherfucker.

* * *

Our excitement was nearly incapable when the boat took off to the sea. It was finally happening: the trip we had been prepping and training for.

As we were cooled and damped with the spray that was kicked up every time the boat hit a wave, Slate gave us one last safety briefing. He had said before that he intended to come back with all of us alive and then went on a few minute soliloquy about insurance or something.

Anyway, the boat stopped and dropped anchor between the bay and the island as before. The time had come, and so did we.

Everyone was slow in getting their gear on, especially the girls so they wouldn't suffer any "wardrobe malfunctions"

"Oh man, here we go!" Bubbly said.

"Yea! Diving!" I replied

"No, Slate is checking me out, like every five seconds. He is taking a peek and going back reading the clipboard, I guess he is into petite girls," she beamed

"I guess, then again bikinis don't usually leave much to the imagination," I said, observing her body in her hot pink bikini and top

"Okay kids, on your right there's a comm system that's tied to your mouthpiece. Just speak into it."

After we set our channel and did the last minute safety checks, it was time to get in. We took turns getting in through the ladder. The diving back from the boat was for the more experienced apparently, but seeing it enough times in the movies, but whatever.

I jumped in from the edge of the ship and felt the rush of the cold race up to my head. If I wasn't awake before that would have done it for sure. We all waited for the rest of the class to get in before we put on our goggles, mouthed our mouthpiece and dipped underneath the salty surface.

It turned out that Twilight and I still had to be partners, but at that point we had gotten used to it and to each other somewhat so we dove further to the coral beds, our class looking like a wolfpack.

The group split into pairs and like a field trip we went our own way, always within eyesight of Slate and a SCUBA professional. When we arrived at a section of the reef that Twilight motioned me to, Twilight miscalculated her own movement, and she was smacked against a hardened coral by the current.

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded and we went back at it, taking photos from specialized cameras, taking notes with divers paper and pencil, and enjoyed the many wildlife that was swimming around us.

We were about an hour in until we got the bad news: a Great White was in the area, and it was time to quickly and quietly scramble to the surface.

We were quick, but not quiet. People were panicking through the intercoms. Some were over run with excitement, others in fear. Let's be honest: we were all smart enough to know we were not in any real danger unless that shark was jaws or something, but it was still scary as hell.

Oh well, show's over.

I tapped Twilight on the shoulder, and started my way up to the surface, not seeing if she was behind me. I felt the mid-day breeze as I broke the surface, and realized I was in for a bit of a swim to the boat. Again, no fear from me. I kept swimming as everyone was yelling at me to swing faster. I ignored it, because if there was a shark visible on my tail, I would assume someone would grab a gun and start shooting at it. I was quickly pulled out the water and on the fiberglass deck, surrounded by everyone…

…well

"Wheres Twilight?" Slate worried.

"She wasn't behind me or beat me here?!" I yelled.

I turned back to the water, somewhere in the Twilight was alone, with a giant Great White in the water.

Oh fuck.