19 comments/ 102833 views/ 36 favorites Night Diving By: Colleen Thomas Jamaica had been a disaster for Janice Coughlin. It shouldn't have surprised her, after all everyone knew her by her nickname of Jinx. As far back as she could remember, and even beyond, fate had seemed to hold a grudge against her. She wasn't clumsy or stupid, but everything that conceivably could go wrong always seemed to do so. Even when things did go right fate seemed to be just setting her up for another fall. This trip was turning out to be another example of that and bitter tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought of how unfair it was. She was on a ten-day company sponsored charter cruise of the Caribbean. She had won the trip in an interoffice raffle and had hoped it signaled her luck changing. When her best friend Sally Cummings had also won it seemed too good to be true. Jamaica seemed to have been the proof that it was. Janice was a small woman and had cultivated an ability to be unobtrusive. She was the plain girl that no one noticed until some trick of fate thrust her into the spotlight. Nothing about her stood out except for her terrible luck. She was five four and of average build with brown hair, brown eyes and a pretty but not too pretty face. She dressed conservatively and spoke only rarely, which added to her ability to seemingly vanish at any gathering. The first two days of the cruise had been uneventful save for the cruise line loosing her bags. Sally had laughed it off and joked about her bags getting a better berth than she had, but to Jinx it seemed an ill omen. When her bags turned up at noon the second day she had hoped that would be the end of her bad luck on the cruise, but she was so conditioned to things going inexplicably wrong that a feeling of dread had settled on her. Even Sally's ebullient good humor couldn't entirely dispel it. The second day dawned bright and warm and Jinx had spent most of her time by the pool girl watching. Unlike the many guys on deck she was very discreet and it was rare that anyone noticed her checking them out. Jinx had known she was gay since a very young age, but it was something she kept well hidden. Her first relationship with another woman had been a comedy of errors and even her brief flings had been plagued by her bad luck. Since moving to Jackson two years earlier she had kept her orientation secret and had lived the life of a monk for the most part. She was pretty sure Sally suspected, but her only friend had never mentioned it and for that Jinx was grateful. With her now infamous reputation for bad luck, being out would have probably made it impossible for her to carry on so far from her home and family. Jamaica had seemed like such a beautiful place and very friendly from all the commercials and ads she had seen. She and Sally had decided on shopping the first day and taking an excursion on the second. They had met on the promenade deck and descended to the gangway after breakfast. Janice had been wearing jeans and her favorite top. It was black and the sleeves consisted of solid fabric on the bottoms of her arms with crisscrossing laces over the tops. It was flattering and different and she loved it. Sally had worn a sundress and sandals. Once through the duty free shopping they had exited through the barbed wire gates and approached the line of shops. It was there that her troubles began, they were immediately surrounded by a crowd. Items had been thrust into her hands, hands clawed at her pulling her this way and that, a steady stream of heavily accented voices called to her and in the press she lost sight of Sally. Jinx was prone to panic when her personal space was invaded. As the voices hawked junk she didn't have any interest in and the hands continued to pull at her she, felt a rising dread. The faces became distorted, filled with menace and the voices took on a strident tone that added to her fear. The sun, which had seemed so beautiful, became oppressively hot and in the press of bodies she felt herself beginning to have trouble breathing. She weakly asked them to leave her alone, but they took no notice of her feeble protests and continued to try to coerce her to buy something. The world began to sway and she lurched to one side before darkness overcame her. She had come-to in the infirmary aboard ship. Sally was there and watching her intently. "Are you all right Jinx?" she had asked. "What happened?" "You fainted. Luckily some of the other passengers were nearby and one of them picked you up and carried you back to the ship for me," Sally said. Sally's face brightened and the worry left it as she spoke and Jinx sit up. Janice flexed her arms and shook her head to clear it. The Indian doctor smiled encouragingly and assisted her to her feet. Sally took her arm and steered her back towards the elevators. "Good ole Jinx. You had me worried there for a minute, kid." "I'm sorry. I know I ruined your day," Jinx said. "Nonsense, you were only out a few minutes. Once I get you back to our room I'll go back. Tomorrow you and I can take one of the ship-provided excursions. How does petting a dolphin grab you?" She had smiled and nodded, but now that she was alone in her cabin she wished she had never come. Her best friend back home had once voiced the opinion that she subconsciously brought about her bad luck. Jinx had denied it hotly, but now she wondered if perhaps she really did. She knew she wasn't comfortable around crowds. She knew that people pressing her for things made her scared. She had not expected the people here to be so aggressive and rude. Or had she? She just wasn't sure and that made her feel worse than knowing. Night Diving "I'm on the Starlight Traveller." "Great, so you have another two days in port, do you have an excursion planned for tomorrow?" "No," Jinx said carefully. The smile was too real, the enthusiasm too honest; she wondered what was happening when Matty reached for her clip board, hastily scrawled a few lines and handed Janice a card. "I put down on it that your dive was cut short by an equipment malfunction. You can turn that in with the concierge onboard and get your money back or you can come back tomorrow at three o'clock for a free dive," Matty said. She then smiled, turned on her heel and strode away. Janice was confused, but very happy. She was confused by things going right for a change - but it was very nice. As she was walking towards the parking lot with several others a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her into the shadow of the shop. Janice turned to find Tory smiling at her. "Can't let Matty see me or she'll go ballistic. I don't have much time, so I am going to be blunt, you're gay aren't you?" the black haired girl asked in her charming English accent. "Well, yes, I am," Jinx replied. She was confused and embarrassed not only by the question, but by her honest answer. "Good. It's so hard to tell with you yanks," Tory said with a smile. Janice smiled back, wondering how her co-workers would react to being called yanks. "Matty's my best friend and she's been down in the dumps since her girl left her a couple of months ago. As soon as you got off the bus she told me she'd love to get in your pants and she's been checking out your bum every chance she's gotten. You're the first person she has shown even mild interest in and she feels like a shit for yelling at you. Why am I playing matchmaker? Because I am worried about her and I know her too well. She'll never put a move on you at work, but if you are interested, let me know now and I can make some arrangements, if not, it was nice to meet you and I hope my forwardness hasn't embarrassed you." "You've embarrassed me for sure," Jinx said, "But I think she's dreamy and I'd love to hook up with her." "Great, see you tomorrow," Tory said, before disappearing into a side door. Janice was walking on air and it didn't even bother her when the bus broke down and they missed the last ferry back to the ship. The ship sent one of the life boats to get her and Sally was dead to the world by the time she got in. She went to sleep with thoughts of Matty in her head, memories of how gracefully she moved in the water and of how her hands felt. Night Diving Jinx moaned and cried out as the fantastic waves crested higher and higher. Each sensation seemed to be stark, but at the same time melded into the whole. Jinx had lost her regulator when she cried out and she was so enthralled in her orgasm she forgot and tried to breathe in. Water filled her mouth and nose and she began to cough and splutter. Panic welled up, overriding the pleasure, but before she could really comprehend what was happening Matty shoved her reg back into her mouth. Jinx purged it of water and inhaled deeply. After a few more breaths she had cleared her lungs of water and the ripples of her orgasm had tailed away, leaving her spent. She was clumsy and offered little help as Matty got her BCD back on. She vaguely heard the insistent beep from her lover's dive computer as Matty located the lamp and clicked it back on. Jinx was still having after shocks and before she knew it Matty caught her BCD and kicked vigorously for the surface. Her fingers seemed fat and didn't want to work the auto inflate correctly when they broke the surface. Eventually she got her BCD inflated and rolled over onto her back. Matty wrapped her strong legs around Jinx's waist and they just floated, watching the stars and hearing the surf sing its age old lullaby. "Welcome to my world," Matty said at last. When Jinx had recovered they swam to shore and Matty spread out a beach towel. They wrapped their arms around one another and Matty's lips found Jinx's. She could taste the salty sea on Matty's lips and the sweetness of her mouth when their tongues entwined. They fell to the towel in a heaving, groping tangle. Jinx couldn't seem to decide what she wanted to touch most, her hands moving from Matty's long smooth legs, to her soft breasts, to her tight ass and back in a random pattern that was totally dictated by whimsical desire. They rolled over and over; sometimes she was on top, sometimes Matty; sometimes side by side. Through it all, the torrid kiss never broke nor did the caresses cease; sometimes gentle, sometimes demanding; now here, now there, wherever either of them decided it would feel best. Matty was on top when she abruptly broke the kiss and raised up on her arms. Her eyes were sparkling in the moonlight and her face was flushed. She quickly reversed herself and buried her face between Jinx's legs. Jinx wrapped her arms around Matty's hips and pulled her downward, until the instructor's silken lips were only millimeters from Janice's mouth. Like her lips, Matty's pussy tasted of sea salt, but that quickly gave way to a flow of the sweetest nectar. Janice licked and sucked voraciously, unable to contain herself. Where their bodies met the drying water seemed to stick them together, adding a soft tugging sensation as their lovemaking became more animated. She could feel the muscles deep inside her body clenching and releasing. She could also feel the quivering of Matty's hips and the tensing in her thighs. Jinx sucked the tall girl's erect clit into her mouth and dusted it with her tongue. Matty moaned and came, her body convulsing as if she were having a seizure. Somewhere in there, Jinx's own pussy spasmed in delight, and beautiful, perfect waves of bliss shot through her. Jinx found herself on her back, listening to the waves as the aftershocks slowly abated. She could see the dark sky, with the canopy of stars, so distinct here, where everything was dark. A strong sea breeze rustled through the trees, bringing with it a crisp chill that caused her to shiver. "You're shivering, let's get you inside," Matty whispered. When they could both walk, they gathered the gear and went back to the house. They showered together and Jinx slept curled up in Matty's sun bronzed arms. The longest and hardest walk she ever took was the one from Matty's beat up little car to the international pier. Jinx was walking on air the entire rest of the trip and though she didn't notice, nothing else bad happened. Her bad luck, it seemed, had finally run out.