The Swimfan
by DarkMagician



Max felt his heart pumping in his chest. Each thump of the life giving organ
inside was a sign he was pushing himself. His arms ached as the muscles
protested from their continued use. Yet Max pushed on, feeling the end of his
ordeal coming up. Just a little further, almost there! His lips parted and he
quickly inhaled a lungful of rich energy giving oxygen. His powerful legs
kicked and combined with the pull of his arms he finally reached it! His hands
pressed against the smooth tiled wall, bringing his forward motion to a stop.
He felt the shifting liquid around him as the wave he had created caught up.
Pushing up once more with his arms, Max's head broke the surface of the water.

"Ahhhhhh...." his chest heaved as he took in some air, holding onto the edge
of the Olympic sized swimming pool. His arm with water cascading down it
reached for a timer which was on the surface of the pool deck. Stopping it he
looked at the screen subtracting the second or so he used to grab it. Max's
face broke into a smile as he declared, "Yes!"

His cheer involved throwing his hands into the air and pushing away from the
edge of the pool. Floating on his back he stared up at the lights hanging from
the steel beams above the pool. He had just beaten his best time, and the
college swimmer knew with that, he could make the U.S. Olympic team. Lying
back in the water, Max took pleasure in the thought for a few more minutes
before heading for one of the ladders.

The swimmer took hold of the metal ladder built into the side of the pool and
with practiced eased, ascended up and out of the water. His body dripped with
cascades of water as he climbed out, his bare feet leaving their wet
impressions along with a trail from the pool ladder to where he had put his
stuff.

Max pulled off the goggles he wore over his eyes revealing the bright blue
color that they were. Another few steps pulled away his swimmer's cap,
revealing his short brown hair. Max reached his spot where some towels and a
sports bag were waiting. He took one of the white towels and began to dry
himself off.

His physique was one of almost pinnacle fitness. Max's long arms were the
perfect balance of muscular grace and athletic strength. The same was true for
her body, a perfect sixpack, muscular chest, everything perfectly formed as if
his body had been chiseled out of marble. His spectacular body was shown off
by the dark blue swim trunks he wore. If he wasn't a swimmer, Max's body might
have been perfect for a superheroe's.

Max had a beauty to her that would not have gone unnoticed.

And it hadn't.

Max was finishing up, putting a few things back in his bag, and tying a towel
around his waist. Max slung his bag on his shoulder and began heading that
way. He left the training pool behind and approached the smaller pool that
people used for various activities. His college's swim team was one of the
better ones in the country, so the school had invested well in the aquic gym.
There was even some hot tubs for people to relax and ease their weary frames.

The swim star was just passing these when he heard, "Max? You're Max Sims
aren't you?"

The athlete turned his head to see a coed, his same age, sitting in one of the
hot tubs. She was a blonde, with long wet locks that cascaded around her face,
and clung to her neck and shoulders. She had grey eyes and what Max knew was a
lovely heart shaped face. A cute button of a nose and a few freckles on the
girl's cheeks, Max suspected the girl was a hit with the opposite sex, or same
sex he added.

"Yeah," Max answered wondering if this was a classmate he didn't remember.

The girl rose up a little showing off her swimwear. She was clad in a red one
piece which featured thin straps over the girl's shoulders. Max saw the suit
was well fitted, showing off the blonde's chest, body, and bum quite well. The
coed introduced herself, "Hi my name is Julie and I've got to say I'm a huge
fan!"

Max was a little surprised. While the swim team had some fans more often they
were from other schools or places. The student body of course cheered them on
but it wasn't like they were a basketball or football team. Plus while Max was
a rising star on the team, he certainly wasn't the most famous. Maybe that
would change if I went to Olympics, Max thought though somewhat chided himself
afterwards, feeling a bit embarrassed from the train of thought.

"Well thank you Julie," Max responded not sure what else to say.

The blonde climbed out of the hot tub and got a bit giddy, "You know ... I
always hoped we might run into each other like this. I hope you don't mind but
I did watch you practice a bit."

Feeling a little self-conscious of someone besides his coach or teammates
watching him practice, Max rubbed his arm a bit, "Oh that's alright ... I'll
admit though it wasn't like competition so I probably had more mistakes."

"Oh no," Julie shook her wet head, "No you looked amazing, so powerfull, so
lovely like you were always meant to swim."

Max felt more embarrassed now, nobody has described my swimming like that. He
was getting a bit fangirled out so tried to make a diplomatic exit, "I
appreciate the kind words Julie, and hope you come to the divisional meet.
It's been a long day and ... "

Julie cut him off before he could finish, "Max please can I ask a favor?"

"Sure," Max answered hoping Julie picked up on the fact he wanted to go.

The blonde lead him over to a beach chair which was typical of the many
plastic ones you found around pools all over the country. A backpack was there
and Julie, despite still being wet and probably cold, unzipped the bag and
pulled something out. When she showed it to Max the swimmer saw it was a
promotion picture of him. He was posed standing in his school swimtrunks, hand
on a hip, determined but friendly stare to the camera. The school's logo was
in the corner and his name was scrolled across the bottom.

Julie made the request with a face that showed her heart would be broken if
the answer was no, "Could you please sign this for me?" Max was still a little
off put by his fangirl but it seemed like a harmless enough gesture. He smiled
and answered sure which caused Julie to squeal, "Here! I'll get a pen."

Max took the photo in his hands and admired himself for a moment; guess they
did make me look pretty good. He played with the photo a little in her hands
while he waited for Julie to hand him a pen. He noticed something written on
the back. Max flipped it over and saw a message written,

To my beloved Max, I've loved you since the moment I first saw you swim, and
knew that we are destined to be together.

"What?" was all Max got out before a white folded towel came over his face and
was pressed tight against his nose & lips. Julie's arm snapped around Max's
muscular waist and pulled the swimmer in tight against her. The swimmer felt
his bare back and swimsuit clad bottom press against Julie's body. More
shocking than the fact Julie was attacking him was the thrill in her voice as
their bodies pressed against each other.

"Ohhhhh ... .how I've waited to meet you Max," Julie cooed into her beloved's
ear. Her voice was rich with desire and further fueled by their close touch.

Max screamed into the towel but his cries were muffled by the fluffy white
cotton. As expected, the swimmer struggled violently to try and escape the
embrace. Julie squeezed tight showing that she wasn't a weakling. The blonde,
some wet hairs still clinging to her face, grinned, "It's alright Max just
breathe, relax."

Max of course could do no such thing. His eyes wide with anger and fear were
trying to look back to his attacker. He breathed in rapid excited breathes
which unknowingly to the swimmer, would only doom him faster. The two
struggled a bit, their bare feet slipping on the textured concrete of the pool
floor. Max's towel slipped away and soon Julie was holding her ground, with
surprisingly strong legs.

"A couple older brothers," she explained to Max who was still yelling into his
towel gag, "So I know how to hold my own ... in a struggle."

Max wanted to snap back at this crazy person but he felt his own struggles
starting to ebb. What's happening to me? The swimmer thought, why do I feel
... weak? Max's mind raced to figure out what was going on. He couldn't be
tired already, even after an intense workout, something wad doing this to her
... wait what's that smell?

At first he hadn't noticed it but now it seemed to be even more prominent.
What at first he thought might be a trace of perfume on the towel or something
from the crazed Julie, now Max realized was coming from the towel. He paid
more attention to the feeling of dampness on the towel. Again, he thought it
was from a wet Julie grabbing the towel, but now as one of his hands had
gripped Julie's hand to try and remove the towel from her face; he felt that
most of the towel was dry.

Except the part covering my ... A fresh scream from Max signaled he had
realized what the towel was soaked with. As a little boy he had enjoyed
detective tales of Sherlock Holmes and Nancy Drew. A soaked cloth or towel
over the hero or heroine's face was always followed by them blacking out.
Chloroform! Max cried out again his hands trying to pull away Julie's arms.
Yet as he gripped the wet limbs of his attacker, Max's strength just slipped
away.

Julie smiled as one of her desire's hands fell to the side and then with a bit
more resistance, the other. She grinned and pressed the towel tighter against
Max's face, "I knew you'd last longer than most, so strong." She squeezed a
bit, forcing a gasp from the helpless captive, "But it's alright, this won't
hurt you, it will just help you sleep."

Sleep was increasingly becoming a good idea to the tiring Max. His muffled
protests grew fainter and her eyes were heavy in the sockets. The powerful
legs that made him so fast in the water were losing their strength, becoming
rubbery and barely able to keep him up. Max's arms which he strengthened
diligently in his workouts were just as helpless, dangling from his sides.

"Mmmmph," was the only sound he could make. Max's head felt like it was being
wrapped in soft blankets. His breathing was slowing and each deeper breath he
took, brought in more of the soporific which robbed him of equal parts
strength and consciousness.

Julie, sensing her love was nearing the point of total surrender, lowered the
swimmer she admired so much down. Gently, Julie sat on her knees making a
pillow with her thighs on which Max could lay his tired head. The blonde felt
a rush of sensual excitement as she saw how pretty Max looked as he near
sleep. His lovely blue eyes were partly open, his head slowly moved, not
enough strength to really loll. The swimmer's muscular chest, slowly rising
with each sleepy breath.

The blonde brushed a few stray damp hairs from Max's face, "Don't worry Max
I'm taking you somewhere lovely." Max could barely listen as he neared the
point of passing out. Sighs escaping his lips as he stared somewhat blankly up
at Julie, "There's a pool where you can swim, lovely grounds to explore, and
when we've grown closer, we'll get you back in time for the division finals."

Julie leaned in her face looking into Max's, "It will be a perfect time love."
She closed the distance and kissed Max on the forehead. After enjoying the
sweet touch of her lips to her love's skin, Julie pulled back.

Max was asleep, his eyes closed, head resting on Julie's thighs. The blonde
carefully removed the towel seeing the swimmer's lips were parted slightly.
Using a finger she closed them and for a moment, traced the shape of Max's
lips with her finger tip. Julie rewarded herself with another kiss to the
swimmer's lips.

"Sweet dreams my love," Julie said following the kiss.

Max could not answer as he was deep in the slumber brought about by the
chloroform, unknowingly in the embrace of his biggest fan.