I was on my high school swim team as a diver. When I wasn’t practicing my dives at the pool. Me and a few of my friends would go to different locations to dive off bridges, buildings, trees, into any water that was available. I was the one that developed a special dive that we aptly named a suicide dive. I is especially useful when diving into shallow water. The second benefit is that it creates a very high splash so it’s much better than a cannon ball.
I developed it on the high board at our swimming pool at school. I was a senior and just turned 18 and had the body of a diver.
One day a girl in my class and on the swim team named Sue, was watching us guys and she started to attempt to do what me and my buds were doing. She got up on the high board and made several attempts that really hurt her legs because she didn’t hit the water right. I asked her if she wanted my help and she gushed Yes!
I coached her on the low board for a while and she started to get the hang of it but she wasn’t a diver. She was a swimmer and her specialty was the back stroke. It made sense because she had some very big tits on a nice slim body and when she did the breast stroke or the butterfly, her fabulous tits were a drag and slowed her down.
I finally felt that she was ready for the next step, the high board. I would go off first and she would follow trying to mimic what I did and she soon got pretty good, better than most of my buds. We soon left the high board and started to go to this bridge that was at least three times higher than the high board. We all took turns doing our suicide dive off the bridge and the fishermen that used that waterway for fishing and they though we were disturbing their fishing so we had to stay away from them.
This bridge spanned across an inlet that connected the inter coastal to the Atlantic ocean and was used by the fishing fleet so we had to be careful not to disturb the fishermen or the fishing boats and none of us wanted to land on a passing boats so we had lookouts.