I, Brigit, swear that my fanfic, The Swim Team, can only be read on
this page.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.....yet. Just kidding!
Credit goes to Kevin, The WB, and Columbia Tristar For this particular
story I also don't own anything on Buffy. Credit for that goes to Joss
Whedon and whoever else.
Authors Credits: Thanks to everyone who helped with this!
The Swim Team by Brigit
WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT - Use your best judgement!
This fanfic is intended for mature audiences only.
"Change it Pacey! Who cares about Home Improvement? Buffy is on!" Joey
said while they were watching TV at his house.
"Oh yeah, I forgot! Buffy is fine!"
"Please, control the raging hormones!"
They began watching the episode where Xander joined the swim team to go
"undercover". When the show ended and some teen angst drama came on, they
immediately turned off the TV. They hated stuff like that.
"So, Pacey do you swim?"
"Yeah, like a fish. You?"
"Yeah, I love it."
"Well, wanna see who is faster?" Joey asked him with her eyes shining.
"Sure. Let's join the swim team!" Pacey said sarcastically.
"OK, we'll sign up tomorrow." she said, dead serious.
He realized that she was serious, and decided to go along with it for
several reasons. The first was because he really hated to lose and was sure
that he could beat her. Second, he didn't want her to know he was kidding.
And third, the thought of Joey in nothing but a swimsuit was a thought he
enjoyed very much.
The next day, they signed up for the swim team and were each handed a
seperate list of rules. They scanned them and each began laughing at the
rules. To see what was so funny, they switched rules.
"Males are not required to shave their legs, but are strongly frowned upon
if they don't??" Joey read aloud, hardly able to contain her laughter.
"Females must wear one piece swimsuits to avoid embarassing situations???"
Pacey read aloud, almost dying.
They then read the rule that said no coed swimming events. They would have
to race seperately, which ruined their whole plan. So, they decided to have
a friendly competition to prove once and for all, who was the better
swimmer. They set the race for Friday, which gave them 3 days to practice,
including today.
They went to their respective locker rooms and got
changed. Joey wore a navy racing suit that fit her perfectly. Pacey's
suit was slightly more embarassing. As a swimmer he was forced to wear a
speedo, unlike his usual baggy swim trunks. Pacey was comfortable enough
with his body to wear this, but not around Joey. It was just frightening.
But, he didn't have a choice so he wrapped a towel around his waist and
walked out to the pool. Joey was already in the pool swimming laps when he
walked in. He waited 'till she wasn't facing him to dive into the pool.
They splashed around for a while and then realized that they needed to set
a stroke and distance for their race.
As a joke, Pacey said "How about the breast stroke Joey?"
"OK, perfect! I'm an expert at the breast stroke" she said, once again
serious.
Pacey, again knew he couldn't back down. So they began practicing to swim
the breast stroke over 2 laps of the pool.
Pacey and Joey spent the next three days practicing non stop for their
"friendly competition" each improving daily.
Finally, Friday came. They each arrived at the pool and got prepared to
race. As Pacey was stretching, he noticed a pair of his staring deeply at
him. Joey appeared to be mesmerized by Pacey's physique.
"What Jo?" he asked.
"Huh? Oh, nothing. That's a nice swimsuit Pacey. It really accentuates
well....um, it really hides....um, I like the color."
Pacey knew what she was trying to say and instead of showing his
mortification of the subject, he turned the tables.
"Thanks Joey, your swimsuit really should fit you for doing the breast
stroke, if you catch my drift."
"Pacey, if you are trying to imply that my suit is low cut, thank you, I
realize that." she said, unable to take the compliment.
They decided to start the race and got on the starting blocks. Pacey
yelled "Go!" and they dove in to the crystal blue water. After one lap,
they were still even. Towards the middle of the second lap, Joey began to
pull ahead of Pacey. He caught up and they touched the wall at the exact
same time. They tied. However, with them both being so stubborn, neither
would admit this.
They climbed out of the pool yelling childish "I won!"
"No, I won!" back and forth at each other until Pacey grabbed her arm, spun
her around and kissed her passionately. She was shocked by this, but found
herself kissing him back. Her hands moved around his waist and down to the
small section of fabric containing him. She grabbed his ass as he grabbed
hers. They continued making out for a while and Pacey began to pull down
the straps on her swimsuit.
"Jo?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you ready for this?"
"Of course Pacey."
That was all the reassurance he needed. He removed the top half of her
swimsuit and perfected his breast stroke techniquie. She giggled in
delight and slowly began to remove his speedo from his soaking wet body.
He pulled the rest of her suit off and they continued kissing passionately
and deeply. They slipped on a puddle of water and found themselves once
again in the pool, swimming laps of a different kind........
They never did decide who won the race, but take every opportunity to have
a rematch!
THE END!
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