Katie's relationship with Roy went straight into the fast lane. She felt quite differently about Roy than she had felt about Kevin. Roy was so much more attentive towards her, despite all she had heard about his absolute commitment to his sport. He texted and phoned her several times a day and delighted her by arranging for flowers and cards to be delivered to her flat. He was in full-time training with the Bears, which meant that he attended the hockey stadium every day. Training sessions only lasted a couple of hours, but he did extended workouts twice a day and practised his technical skills on the ice for another couple of hours after that. He studied sports science in the classroom, covering subjects like diet, physiology, psychology and even the history of the sport. So he was in training really for 8-10 hours a day, except on match days and when he had Monday off. But at least the two of them were more likely to have some time off at the same time as each other. Roy lived in his dad's big villa on the edge of town, which had large grounds with its own gym and an outdoor pool. They visited each other several times a week and Roy's dad (who lived by himself) was delighted with this lovely, bubbly girl his son had attracted. Roy seemed to have forgotten that Katie was rather over her optimum weight. They were very attracted to each other physically and had sex in Katie's flat every time they were both there. The sex was getting better, as Katie urged Roy just to take his time with her a bit more.

A week or so after the Bears game, Roy invited Katie to his dad's house on the Monday when they were both off. It was getting much colder now, it was the last week of Katie's contract at the pool and college returned next week. Katie had not been in the pool at all recently but she took along with her a bag containing her red one piece and some spare clothes. She wondered if she would have a chance to go into Roy's pool. She wondered how Roy would feel about her swimming in her clothes. It would be interesting to find out. Roy's dad was busy writing; he was in frequent demand from newspapers and magazines and was becoming known as a sports journalist, in addition to his job coaching the other hockey team in the city. He welcomed Katie and invited her to have free run of the house. "Can I go in the pool?" Katie asked politely, "Sure, he replied, "If you're brave enough, it's your last chance today, because it will be emptied and made winter-ready on Wednesday!" It was a bright day, but the breeze was chilly and it was only about ten degrees.

The two of them listened to music, chatted and did nothing much and in the mid-afternoon, Katie suggested a swim. Roy readily agreed, he could do with a half an hour of lengths. "Can I keep my jeans and top on?" Katie asked. Roy grinned at her, "Feel free," he replied, "But my dad might think you're crackers!" They respected Roy's dad a lot, so they both avoided any suggestion of intimacy in his property. Roy invited Katie to change in the house, upstairs in his room, and he changed into his trunks in a little hut they had beside the pool. Katie pulled on her bright red costume and squeezed into a smart pair of jeans. They were dark blue denim and quite tight for her, especially over her bum. Katie hoped that they would stretch a bit after they had been worn once or twice. Maybe a good soaking in the pool would help to loosen them. They dug into her costume just below her tummy, which seemed to make her boobs look bigger. Her cossie stretched over them, cutting straight across and leaving a teasing little gap in the middle. Then she slipped into a sweatshirt, it was light grey, quite thin and roomy, easily hiding away her curves. Katie had learnt her lesson and knew now not to wear too many thick layers in the pool, although she was sure that Roy would look after her! She came downstairs past Roy's dad, barefoot and carrying her towel, "Going for a dip, then? Good girl, never mind the cold!" he said encouragingly, thinking that Katie's jeans and top were to keep her warm before she went in. "Make sure that lad of mine puts a bit of work in!" Katie smiled and said that she would time his lengths.

Roy's dad wandered over to the pool a few minutes later, he stood watching and he was impressed with what he saw. His pool was a narrow rectangle, only about two swim lanes wide, but quite long. Roy was stroking end to end very strongly, while Katie squatted on the side, stopwatch and pen in hand, calling out encouragement. Roy's eyes returned to on her every time he broke the surface. "Good lad!" dad shouted, "Go on, harder!" then he turned towards Katie and added quietly, "You know, you are really inspiring him in there, with your interest and support, thanks, Katie!" She beamed, "I'd love to help Roy if I can," she said, simply. Roy gasped and panted at the end of his session, treading water with strong wide sweeps of his arms. "Commin' in?" he invited. Katie put down the stopwatch and edged towards the ladder, pretending to shiver as she grabbed both handrails. She turned around very carefully and put a foot onto the first step, flush with the surface. "Have you no costume?" dad asked, looking slightly concerned. "I have, I've got it on!" Katie replied a little shyly, raising her sweatshirt a couple of inches above her waist, to show him that it was shiny, bright red and covered her tummy. "But it's cold, so can I keep my things on too?" Roy's dad frowned, "Well, go on then," he agreed, "But the water still feels just as cold, whatever you wear, unless it's a wetsuit!" Katie climbed slowly down the ladder. She didn't feel the water at first, but in just a moment it soaked through her jeans. It wasn't all that cold and she liked to feel the wet denim against her legs, it made them tingle. She gave a loud, playful "Arrghh" and another pretend shiver. Roy was laughing, "Katie's always in the pool at work, in her lifeguard outfit!" he explained. "Well, that's alright for a lifeguard," dad frowned again, "They've got to be in the water to save people!" Katie started to explain again that she was only a pool attendant, and not a qualified lifeguard, but Roy's dad was not really listening. "But I want to qualify as a lifeguard, and I'm starting a course next month!" Katie concluded triumphantly. "So I need to practise in my clothes!" Roy's dad seemed to be hugely relieved to hear that there was a satisfactory explanation after all, for why Katie's nice jeans were getting soaked. "Oh I understand now, Katie, good idea!" he added, but still looking a bit doubtful. Katie bounced off the bottom rung, the water surged over her middle and little air bubbles escaped from her legs. "Right in!" Roy teased her. Katie held onto the handrail with one hand, and submerged herself up to her shoulders, making another round of sound effects as she did. She bobbed back up straight away. Her grey top did not absorb water easily, it appeared streaked with lines and patches of darker grey. It had been hanging loosely from her, but now it clung tightly to her shape. "You're not wet!" Roy teased her again. Katie dipped herself in again, for a second longer this time. Now her sweatshirt looked very wet, but it took a third dipping before the colour became a solid, saturated very dark grey. Katie ducked down again, this time putting her head right under. She came up right beside Roy. He scooped her up his arms and twirled her around as the water washed over her top and her face. He rolled her over and held her flat, as little waves washed over her gleaming wet bum and then drained off. Katie tried to swim, but she did find it very difficult to move her legs in the water. Roy grabbed her again, holding her up. His dad turned back towards the house, shaking his head, and muttering, "Crackers!" to himself.

The two of them carried on playing in the water, Katie stroked Roy's trunks and he told her to behave. She climbed up the steps and struggled out of her jeans, before pulling her top over her head. "Do you like my suit?" she asked. Roy admired her white cleavage and the shape of her nipples pushing at the fabric. "Lovely!" he replied, before pushing her back in and joining her in the water. They hugged close to each other, sharing the warmth of their bodies. Roy felt Katie's groin pressing into him and decided to get out before he got aroused. "Let's have a shower together in our suits, next time at my flat!" Katie suggested, and Roy agreed that this was the best idea ever. They both wrung out Katie's clothes as best as they could, she wrapped a towel around her middle and walked back to the house, with her wet things dangling from one hand. Roy's dad glanced up as she wiped her feet and stepped inside. "You do have a suit, after all!" he smiled, "That's how to go swimming! It looks very nice!" "Thanks," Katie replied, as he quickly returned to his work, thinking what a lovely couple they made and, just for a moment, wishing that he was thirty years younger.

The next weekend the Bear's junior players were due to attend a training camp on Saturday and Sunday, staying overnight at the city's sports institute. It was designed partly as a team building event and partly to put the squad through exhaustive physical tests. It was run by the team's coaches, and at the last camp, six months ago, several girlfriends had also attended. The coaches needed help to input all the results and data into each player's individual training and diet plans. Roy asked if Katie could attend and this was readily agreed. She was to room with another of the players' girlfriends as Roy had to room with a squad buddy. They both went to the club shop together, for Katie had to wear the Bears corporate outfit at camp, the same as the players and coaches. Roy bought her a pair of skin-tight, shiny leggings and a gym vest. They also had Bears swimsuits, in the same two-tone colour scheme of light blue and grey. Nearly all the ladies sizes on display were only the smallest, but the assistant located a plus size costume in the warehouse, which they ordered there and then. On Saturday morning Katie tried out all of her new outfit. She was glad that she had chosen to wear a swimsuit under her gym wear because the vest was very loose and baggy and hung off her. It had very low "V" cuts at both back and front. Every time she moved, it floated around, revealing different bits of her swimsuit and straps. It was good only to go over a cropped top or possibly a sports bra. Katie didn't have anything like that. If she had been wearing her ordinary bra then everyone would have been able to see some of it. Katie didn't want to go around flashing her bra all day, but she felt very comfortable in her swimsuit, even though it had a low scooped front which dipped below the top of her boobs. She hitched up the vest to cover herself. Her leggings stretched over her and she fitted snugly into them.

Camp was a deadly serious and busy affair. It was run by four coaches, two men and two girls. One of the other players had a girlfriend there too, she looked very glamorous, even in her gym wear, and constantly tidied her hair. All afternoon each of twenty young squad members did a series of exercises, sit ups, press ups, short sprints, treadmill running whilst attached to masks, step ups and weights. Katie sat at a computer, desperately trying to keep up with the flood of results she had to input for each one. She was so busy that she hardly noticed Roy. Then the players all stripped to their trunks, for precise weighing, fat measurements and flexibility tests. There were worse ways to spend your afternoon than surrounded by strapping young guys in just their bathers! The players went off for massages, and Katie caught up with her work. The head coach came over, "Thanks Katie, for all this, you've saved us lots of time today," he said. "The lads are going to get a snack, and then we let them loose for a couple of hours! They let their hair down and have crazy games! Do you want to join them? It's a bit messy, but they'll all behave themselves and Roy will look after you!" "Sure!" replied Katie, wondering what the crazy games would be. The other girlfriend looked very dubious, but when Katie agreed so quickly she said that she would join in too.

Half an hour later the players returned, still in just their trunks, all with matching panels of light blue and grey. She joined Roy and they went through to another room. Stretched across the floor was a line of foam mats, covered with shiny polythene sheeting. Across the other side was a large inflatable pool, about eight feet across and filled with what looked like white clay. Beyond that was a raised platform. "You'd better strip down to your suit!" Roy muttered, and Katie untied her trainers and peeled off her socks and leggings, before removing her vest. The two female coaches did the same. They were pencil thin in their one-pieces and had muscular figures, with hardly any boobs. Katie looked totally voluptuous by comparison and received many discreet, admiring glances as she pulled up her straps and adjusted her front. "This is going to be fun!" she thought. The other girlfriend had a lovely Bears bikini, but she did not look so sure. They were all split into to two teams of twelve, ten boys and two girls in each.

The first game was slip and slide in oil! Suddenly several crates appeared, each containing a dozen or so huge bottles of cooking oil. The first two lads stepped up, and four teammates started pouring oil all over them, slapping it onto their legs, their chests and even their trunks. Others poured copious amounts of oil onto the plastic sheeting. Then each lad once smothered in oil, took a short run-up to the mats and sprung himself forward onto his tummy, trying to slide as far as he could on his front. They couldn't push themselves further once they'd started, because the sheets were so slippery they gave no grip. A male coach measured the distance of each slide precisely. This carried on as the players took their turns, one by one, all sitting down afterwards at the far end. Katie wondered what was going to happen when it was her turn, surely they weren't going to put oil on her too! "Come on Katie, help get him oiled up!" Roy called to her, as the number of teammates left with her at the start was now only three. She picked up a half-full bottle, joining Roy and his buddy, as they set about covering the lad who was going next. Katie gingerly poured some over his shoulders. The two other lads had no qualms about it, sweeping their hands all over him while splashes of oil flew around. "You might as well get stuck in!" advised Roy, "Cos it's your turn soon and you're going to get covered!" Katie giggled, and she did get stuck in because it was Roy next. She ran her oily hands all over his legs, while another lad covered his chest. Then Katie poured it all over his trunks and slapped his bum. Roy's slide took second place! She felt a tingle of apprehension after all the boys had all been on. "Now the girls!" someone shouted. The whole team jogged back down the side of the course, all their bodies gleaming and shining. They all grabbed bottles. "Oh no!" Katie whimpered and she tiptoed very carefully onto the oil-soaked mat at the start, smiling as she stretched her arms out straight. Immediately she was surrounded by young lads, the oil felt a bit cold as half a dozen squirts hit her from all sides, onto her back, her shoulders and onto her legs. Roy rubbed both hands over each of her thighs, "Come on lads, get her swimsuit well covered!" he ordered. "The suit needs to give her a good slide!" Hands reached down to her lower legs, her back and her shoulders. Katie could feel oil running down between her tits. Roy emptied another bottle over her bum and down the back of her suit. Then everyone emptied the rest down her front. Roy patted her on the tummy as waves of oil ran down. "Off you go Katie!" someone said. It was so slippery underfoot that she could hardly move to the start, but Katie crouched down and flung herself forward as hard as she could. She felt the oil surge up in front of her as she rolled a few feet forward. She stopped and picked herself up. Her hair felt heavy, as slops matted her fringes. The front of Katie's suit fell away from her boobs as she rose; the material was made heavy with oil and a lot had collected inside. The lads all had a memorable view of her white, glossy breasts resting in an oily glob, and a little glimpse of nipple. They all gave a huge cheer, although whether this was for her attempt at sliding, or for the little thrill that her appearance gave them, well that's anyone's guess. The lads took their time oiling up their female coach too, and she sped down the track. Then the other team went. The other girlfriend looked less than impressed; she glared at all her teammates and received a very modest oiling. Her main concern was to keep her hair well clear of the oil.

It was the mud fight next. The pool was filled with about six inches of thick, sticky white clay which clung to everything and covered everyone. They lads each fought against one member of the opposing side. It looked vicious. Bodies crashed against the sides and writhed about; splashes of the heavy clay flew around. Katie felt frightened, "I can't do that!" she said nervously. "Don't worry," the female coach reassured her, "You're not going in with the lads, they take it too seriously! You're paired up with the other team's coach, she's not going to hurt you! Not done this before at college?" "Never!" Katie looked shocked. "We did it all the time at sports college!" the coach explained, saying how she had spent three years (when she was not mud wrestling) earning a degree in sports medicine. "But I am only a therapist," she added quickly, "I'm not a qualified medic!" Katie started to giggle because the coach sounded just like she did when she tried to tell everyone that she was a pool attendant and not a qualified lifeguard. After a hectic half hour, sure enough, it was Katie's turn. The other girlfriend refused to fight, fearing for her hair. Katie stepped over the side of the pool very carefully, while lads poured more buckets full of wet clay inside. She knelt down, and her opponent embraced her. "Don't worry," the other coach said, "It's just a bit of fun! Try to grab my legs and put me over onto my back, hold me down and after two or three seconds the referee will blow for a point! Two points and you've won!" Katie smiled and grabbed at her leg, but she shifted her weight to her other side and stayed upright. The same thing happened again and again. Then the other coach grabbed Katie's legs and Katie fell back straight into the gunge, with her head on the floor and the clay plastering her hair. She was held down. The whistle blew for a point. "Come on girls, let's see some fighting!" someone shouted. Katie raised herself onto her knees and put her hands onto her hips. "I am a young lady!" she announced, "I do not do fighting!" Poor Katie did not realise that her oil sodden swimsuit had sagged down again, and as she spoke everyone, pressed against the side of the pool, got another generous view of her boobs. Well, quite a lot of her boobs. A huge cheer of approval followed, as the teams heartily agreed that Katie was indeed a young lady. The bout started again and Katie lunged straight at the coach, who backed away just as quickly and Katie fell forward, losing her momentum. The coach steadied herself and tipped Katie over as she lost her balance, holding her down once again. The whistle blew. "Thanks!" the coach said to Katie, "That's it, Good fun!" Katie sat up in the mess with a sense of relief. She was still fairly clean from clay down her front. Her back was so covered in whiteness that you couldn't see her costume at all. Then Roy jumped into the pool, streaked all over in clay. He put his hands under her legs and flipped Katie over onto her front, piling clay onto her bum and her onto back as soon as she settled. He loaded handfuls of clay onto her head. When Katie got back up she looked like a big white blob. Huge drops of goo dripped off her chin and down her boobs. The boys cheered wildly. Then everyone went off to get showered.

Katie must have been twenty-five minutes under the hot shower, first rinsing off the mess and then scrubbing herself with shower gel to wash off the oil. She pulled off her costume and only then began to feel clean. The other three girls did the same in adjoining cubicles. "Now ladies," one of the female coaches announced from next door to her, "The lads work hard all year, so at this time we do a small treat for them. A wet t-shirt contest! You don't have to, but join in if you want and there's two hundred dollars for a prize!" The two female coaches were clearly both involved, and Katie said straight away that she was in. "After all that mess, a bit of water is fine!" she announced. The other girlfriend agreed too since everyone else was. "There are bikini pants and t-shirts by the benches!" the coach added, "Get ready in your own time!"
Katie waited until her skin felt really fresh and clean, and then stepped out, red from the hot water and with steam rising around her. She dried herself and pulled on a pair of large bikini bottoms. She selected the most voluminous t-shirt from the rack before her. It generously draped over her and reached down below her thighs. Her hair still looked wet. She went back into the room. The boys were all dressed now, and they greeted the four girls with a huge roar. They all had super soakers, and Katie knew at last why there was a raised stage area. The other girlfriend went on first. She wasn't keen, and her blank stare was a real turn off. Half the boys didn't even bother to squirt, and after a minute she came off, her t-shirt was just splashed, and not properly wet. The two coaches went next, this was a familiar routine to them and they gladly stood still while the boys soaked them. But they had hardly any chests to show, and both left to polite applause. Then it was Katie's turn. She walked out on stage to huge cheers, "Katie, Katie, Katie," the boys chanted and stamped their feet and she felt the stage vibrating under her. Roy was the most enthusiastic of all. Then they disappeared, rushing over to the sink where they formed a long queue to fill up their super soakers again. "Oh I see!" shouted Katie, putting her hands on her hips and trying to sound cross, "Fill them right up just for me!" "Run the tap till it's really cold!" one of the team shouted back. Then twenty nozzles were aimed at Katie. She raised her arms upright and screamed as twenty jets of water hit her at once, over her arms, over her shoulders, over her body and most of all right onto her tits. She didn't dare look down at herself, so she didn't even realise how totally see through her t-shirt was. She was absolutely soaked, and she instinctively jumped up and down and from side to side, trying to spoil their aims. She didn't think that this just made the boys more excited, as her wet breasts jiggled up and down against her top. There was a pause as they pulled back their triggers. Katie turned around, and let them soak her back until she felt her t-shirt clinging to her all the way down. She turned back again, and another deluge hit her front. Everyone admired two large white breasts, two dark red nipples (which looked huge) and Katie's t-shirt clinging to her tummy and to her soaked bikini bottoms. Water poured off the hem and over her knees. The cheering was deafening. Then the head coach walked onto the stage. "The wet t-shirt completion," he announced seriously, naming all four entrants in turn. There was polite clapping for the first three, then when he said "Katie!" the place erupted. More feet stamped on the floor, whistles and shouts drowned everything and hands were clapped sore. "The winner is Katie!" he responded, handing her a token for $200 at the club store. Katie was overcome, "Thanks!" she said, "I've never won anything before!" "What are you going to buy?" asked the coach. There was a pause before Katie replied, "A new Bears swimsuit, for the next wet t-shirt contest!" The laughter was deafening again.

Then everyone calmed down, "Clean up!" the head coach shouted, and all the players grabbed mops, buckets and bottles of soap. The girls finally got dried and changed and then joined everyone for dinner. Katie was the star at the table and everyone wanted to ask her questions and talk to her. She told them about her job at the pool and that next Monday was her last day there. She told them about her college course, and that she was keen to learn lifesaving in the meantime. She was asked if she had ever saved anyone, which she had not, and she tried to explain again that she was a pool attendant, and not a qualified lifeguard. No-one was listening at this point as all twenty lads (except Roy) imagined Katie jumping in the pool to save them. Roy didn't need to imagine it. She told the lads that she loved to swim in her clothes, for practice, and she always tried to get into the pool in her kit! They were all fascinated. "Can we all come to the pool on your last day?" someone asked. "Of course," Katie replied, "We welcome everyone, but remember that the pool is used mostly by families and kids, so if we are busy and you all come at once, I might have to admit you in batches!" By now the beer and the wine were flowing freely. "Will you get in the water in your kit?" someone asked. "If I get the chance, I will" Katie laughed, "But I might be busy at the cash desk, so I can't promise to!" "Would you like to attend our next training camp?" the head coach asked. "I'd love to!" Katie responded, "If Roy asks me first!" Roy blushed. "Well you'd be the first guest ever to come back!" the head coach admitted. "I've been thinking this for ages, that wet t-shirts and mud wrestling is just not the done thing anymore!" "It's OK" replied Katie," "It was good fun. I don't mind doing a wet t-shirt if it's only every six months!" "Didn't you see yourself," another voice added, "That t-shirt was totally see-through!" Katie gave him a look, "Well just remember," she said, "That's your lot for six months, and if I go in the pool at work, my bikini is definitely on too!" There was all round tapping of gasses on the table in approval. "Katie! The best girlfriend ever!" someone else concluded. "You should get married to Roy!" There was a sudden silence. Roy responded with all seriousness, "Well," he said, "We've only been going about three weeks, and I might have put her right off me already. I need to get a place in the team first, and I need to get a proper contract, so at least I have something to offer. That might take a few months, or a year or so. Then I would take Katie to a five-star resort in the mountains, for a slap up meal, and I would get on my knees to ask her to marry me!" Poor Katie was overcome, she wiped away tears as she cuddled into Roy. "I'm still just at college too!" was all she could say. "Katie, the best girlfriend ever!" was the toast and everyone agreed.