10 - Practice

This ain’t high school no more! Get your head out of the damn clouds and fucking dive! – Coach
Darkness became a regular fixture at morning diving practice. Afternoon swim practice was a hit or miss depending on what job he was doing. It was early October, and the swim and dive team had their first meet this weekend.
Camille had made the mistake of looking up at the stands. Instead of seeing Darkness, she saw a large group of the Cajuns and their old ladies. She accepted the berating that her coach gave her and then climbed back up to the high board.
“What did she do wrong?” Gators wife, Danielle, asked and they all looked at Darkness.
Shrugging, he shook his head slightly. “Hell, I don’t know. I just started coming here a few days ago.”
“A little young for you.” Two Face snickered. Burns from many years ago left the man scarred on almost the entire left side of his body. Nerve damage prevented that side of his face from matching the movements on his right side.
“Her family would always go and support her. She doesn’t have that here.” Darkness replied. “I know what it’s like to be so far away from home and everything that you know.” He gave a slight shoulder lift, “It’s the least that we can do for her.”
He didn’t need a reminder that she was nearly half his age. No matter how his body responded to her, his mind screamed at him that he was wrong. She was still very much a child.
“She’s so quiet.” Tool said. “It’s easy to forget she’s here.”
“She would be glad to hear you say that.” Darkness chuckled as she dove again from the high dive.
She bounced twice on her feet before pushing off the board and folding herself in half, keeping her legs straight and her fingers stretching out to her toes. Twirling end over end three times in the air before unfolding herself. Her body twisted slightly, and she entered the water with only a small splash.
“Okay, that was fucking cool to watch,” Gator admitted. Grinning at his wife, he asked, “Could you do that?”
“Not even in your wildest dreams.” The others around them laughed.
After surfacing, Camille swam to the side and used the short ladder to climb out. This time the coach was telling her that she did better. As the next diver went and slipped on her dive.
Camille and another woman dove in to help the diver to the edge.
“Spending a lot of time with her.” Dell teased.
“Don’t see you dragging yourself away from her roommate.” Gator pointed out.
“Shit. I think she could suck my brains out through my cock.” He admitted and a few of the other brothers agreed.
“What about Camille?” someone nudged Darkness on his shoulder.
“I would assume you would know if that girl had sucked Camille’s brains through your dick.” Darkness replied dryly as they all watched the trainer check out the shaken swimmer.
The coach talked to the trainer and the swimmer. A few other divers took turns diving.
“Someone’s got jokes.” Gator mumbled.
Camille and another dive went to the two lower platforms. They both stopped at the same spot on their board. With a nod and the other diver calling out something that sounded like either ‘go’ or ‘no’ they both quickly moved forward.
Once in the air, they both tucked into balls and executed a double somersault. Unfolding after the second somersault, they both did a twist before extending their arms and slipping effortlessly into the water.
“I take that back,” Gator said in awe, “*that* was fucking cool.”
Camille and the second woman executed their double somersault and twist dive a few more times until both they and the coach were satisfied.
Tool was on his phone before he looked at the others around him. “That’s called synchronized diving. I didn’t even know that there was such a thing!”
After the coach called them all in, the team huddled together for a few minutes. Then they were dismissed. Camille slipped on her flip flops and grabbed her Harley Davidson towel.
She wore her TRHS swim uniform. It was a maroon swimsuit that was sleeveless but went down almost to her knees with blue letters of TRHS running down both sides. The material hugged her curves and emphasized her breasts. As she pulled off her swim cap, Tink stretched before standing next to Camille.
Nessie had told him that Camille was a prospect over a year ago. But he could not find a patch tattoo showing that she had earned the respect and honor of a patch. In fact, he could not see any tattoos anywhere on her.
“Damn, look at all that uninked skin,” Tool said practically drooling.
Darkness chuckled as the dog gave a warning to one of the male team members.
“Tink does not like him.” Darkness said.
Camille said something to the man and then walked towards the stands. She met Darkness’ eyes and made a face.
“I don’t think Camille likes him either.” Danielle said.
“No, she doesn’t.” he agreed as she walked towards him.
The man continued to watch her. His actions unnerved Darkness. The brothers around him noticed this also.
When Camille was in arms reach, Darkness pulled her into his lap. “Put your arms around me.” He told her softly and it looked like he was whispering something sweet to her.
She did what he said and buried her face in his neck. “Is he still watching?”
Darkness wrapped his arms around her and buried his hand in her hair. He gave the younger man a death glare making sure he understood who she belonged to.
The man turned and walked away.
“Not now.” Gator chuckled.
“Ugh. He thinks that because I ride, I should take him for a ride.” She shifted in his lap and laid her head on his shoulder. “Then again I think he thinks all women should lay on their back and say plow me like a field.”
She met Po Boy’s eyes as she gently nudged his leg with her foot. “Kind of like some of you assholes.”
“I resemble that remark.” Po Boy grinned.
“So do my dorm mates.”
“Lucky me!”
Camille stood up and Darkness let her go.
“I’m getting my gear this afternoon. I’ll probably be home a little late.” Camille said looking at Gator.
He nodded. “Just let us know when you’re headed home. And good job out there.”
“Thanks.” She beamed. “Would’ve been better, but seeing all of you shocked me. I’ve missed big biker badasses acting like they know what’s going on.”
“We’ll make a better showing.” Zydeco promised.
“Comps would be great. Not so many for practice when coach likes to yell.”
“We can do that.” Gator agreed.
Darkness sighed in relief. He wasn’t ready to give up his mornings with his light. He watched as His Light and her dog made their way back down to the lower level and then towards the locker room. Once she was out of sight, he followed the other brothers and a few old ladies out to the parking lot.
He would wait until it was just them after everyone else had gone to bed to tell Camille that he really enjoyed watching her dive.