Chapter 1

They knew me from the Aquarium where I worked part time as I worked on my marine biology degree. They were members at the aquarium and came by almost every Saturday and took part in all the encounter programs we had. Since I was learning to be a marine mammal trainer, I was involved in all the encounter programs.

Anyway, one Saturday Mr. Jacobs asked me if I knew where his son could take scuba lessons. They knew I dived because they could see me in the big tank feeding the sharks on some Saturdays. I told them that I had a second job as well and it was at a dive shop near the bay and that I was a dive instructor as well. I also explained that I had a class starting the next week.

Well, Mr. Jacobs wanted private lessons for Peter. I guess it was nothing but the best for him. Being a starving college student, I saw an opportunity to make some extra money. Since I was a certified instructor, I could give him the lessons. I would just need to rent the gear since I didn't have my own.

As I explained all this, Mr. Jacobs said it all sounded great but that I wouldn't need to rent anything because they had just purchased some gear the week before. I thought that was strange, but I was soon to find out that money was no object in the Jacob's house. It turned out that they lived right on the ocean and had a boat on the water. I made arrangements to go out on Tuesday for the first lesson.

When I got to the address, I couldn't believe what I saw. They didn't just live on the ocean; they lived on their own point of land that stuck out into the ocean and had their own little cove where they kept the boat. It was the most beautiful home I had ever seen. I was surprised to find out that Mr. Jacobs wasn't there. I supposed it made sense that he would be at work, but I just had assumed he would be there.

Well, Peter was alone and he showed me the home and then we headed down to the dock. I spent about an hour going over safety procedures and explained how all the gear worked. Peter had obviously taken some lessons already because he knew most of the gear already and knew all the hand signals. So I asked him if he wanted to get wet and get some time in the water. Of course, he was all for it.

For the first lesson I figured we would just stay in the shallow water around their home. As I started to get out of my windbreaker and shorts to put my wetsuit over my bikini, I noticed Peter trying to hide his fervent studying of every curve of my body. He had been watching me the entire first hour as we talked, but now that I was down to my bikini and was pulling on my tight wetsuit, he couldn't help staring more openly.

I guess I should have been mad. But then, I do have a little of an exhibitionist side. And Peter was very cute. I know, I know... he was only 14 and I am 19, but I couldn't help it. He was very cute and he was openly staring at me. I decided a little show couldn't hurt and I purposely stretched and squirmed much more then necessary as I got into the rubber suit.

By the time we were both in our suits, I was totally hot. I decided right then that Peter and I would both get much better glimpses of each other before his lessons were over!

We got in the water and swam around the bottom of the cove near his home. The water there was only 10 feet deep at the most, so it was just a trial run and a chance to see how comfortable he was in the water. He did very well and we started to explore around the point.

As our air supply diminished we headed back to the cove and got back up into the boat to get out of the gear. I noticed right away that he was looking for another show. I was still incredibly turned on from his earlier stares, so I decided to be real bad. As I pulled my wetsuit jacket off I made sure that it dragged one of the cups of my bikini top to the side and pretended not to notice.

"Ummm, Kelli?" he stammered out.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"You... ahh... you kinda uncovered yourself there," he said as he knodded towards my bare breast. I looked down and saw my rock hard nipple pointing right back at him, completely exposed.

"Oh! Sorry about that Peter! I didn't even notice. You know these wetsuits are so hard to get into and out of sometimes. Thanks for letting me know," and then I just smiled at him and reached up to cover myself up. He never looked away but instead followed my hand movement with his eyes. I even made a production out of making sure that the bikini was positioned just right over my breast. Of course, with my small breasts, there wasn't really much "positioning" needed.

As I pulled down the wetsuit shorts, I knew he would be staring at me anyway, but I decided to make sure. I turned around to face away from him and said, "Gee, I guess I should be careful I don't pull down my bikini taking the bottom off, huh?"

Then I slowly started to squirm my way out of the rubber suit and gently moved my hips back and forth for him. When my suit was halfway down my butt, I grabbed my bikini and pulled it up tight and then continued lowering the wetsuit. Finally when the rubber was off my butt completely, I pulled up my bikini one last time making sure to pull it right up in between my butt cheeks.

I heard him gasp quietly and I knew he noticed. I also knew what would be the subject of my dreams that night. We then picked up our towels and dried off. I wanted so much to ask him to help me dry my back, but I knew that would be too obvious; and besides, I had weeks to tease him before he could take his tests and get certified.

I assigned him some sections in the workbooks to read over the next couple of days and told him I would be by on Thursday at 10:00 for the next lesson. As I left it occurred to me that this 14 year old was totally hot. I didn't know why, but he turned me on in a way that no guy had recently been able to turn me on. Peter was taller than me and was starting to fill out nicely. I could tell he was working out and possibly running from the looks of his legs. He also had the best blue/green eyes I had ever seen. I decided I would have to control myself or I would be getting into trouble with this one!

On Thursday, I arrived a little early and went down to the dock to check the gear. Peter had taken the boat out to the dive shack since Tuesday and had our tanks all refilled. He must have noticed me arrive and came down to say hi.

After we greeted each other and chatted for a while, I started to review the workbooks and discussed safe diving and how to calculate safe bottom times. He was a good student and had mastered the subject. I told him that I wanted one more day of shallow diving around the point before we took the boat out anywhere.

We started to get ready to dive and once again I noticed him looking my way. I had worn only a bikini bottom with a half-tee on top under my street clothes. I knew my top would be totally see through when we got out of the water and I wanted it that way. Over my water outfit, I wore a thin sweatshirt and wind pants. I knew my nipples were hard already, but I was surprised to see they were clearly visible through my sweatshirt.

With Peter looking right at me, I reached down to the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled right up and over my head where I proceeded to purposely struggle with getting my hair through the small neck. I could tell by the temperature change that my tee shirt had pulled up with my sweatshirt just as I had planned. The cool air on my bare breasts was making my nipples even harder and although I couldn't see him, I could feel his eyes burning holes right through them.