Lean on Me
Copyright© 2025 by Danny January
Chapter 17
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 17 - The continuing chronicles of Jack Pierce. Autumn of 1982. The chronicles, in order are: 1. Feasting with a Silver Spoon 2. Summertime and the Livin' is Easy 3. Something Fishy Going On 4. Centerfield 5. Tourist Season 6. Lean on Me They are progressive and not meant to be stand-alone stories.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual Fiction
I met Gil, Aaron, and Allen at the pool for an early workout. I worked on turns and asked each of them to watch my breaststroke and butterfly turns to see if there was anything I should do differently. None of them could figure out why I’d been disqualified. All four of us left with a bit more confidence than when we’d shown up. At that point in the season, confidence makes almost as much of an impact as technique.
I showered and changed, and the guys all saw how I was dressed. “Going to pick Kim up to go riding. Indoors, if it rains.” I was pretty sure none of them had any idea what I was talking about. Horseback riding indoors sounds weird.
I met Kim at Denton’s ranch and found her doing ground work with Diva. She stood in the center of the indoor arena, while Diva walked and trotted in large circles around her. She gave voice commands and lightly used a long whip when she needed to get Diva’s attention. I watched until she spotted me, then went to get Maveric.
When I got to his pasture, I waited until he spotted me, then whistled. He gave me a long look, and for a minute, I thought he wasn’t going to come. I realized it had been a while since I’d been out, and he was probably teaching me a lesson. I gave him half a carrot for coming to me.
We walked to the barn together, where I groomed and saddled him. I took my time since it had been so long. I felt guilty for not spending more time with him. What was up with that? I didn’t know, but we were both happy to be working together.
In the arena, Kim gave me instructions, explaining exactly what she wanted Maveric and me to do. Then, she explained how much we had missed, and we did it again. We walked through something of a western obstacle course, making sharp turns, circles inside small boxes, backing out of chutes, and the like. Then, she had us practice speed control. We did that at a walk, then trot, then canter. Then, we practiced changing gaits with very little advanced notice. Maveric was a champ.
I thought we’d done great. Then, she described all of our miscues. We did it all again, trying to erase the stain on our earlier performance.
“That’s good. Maveric is getting bored. Walk him out, and we’ll be done. Did you see how much better you were the second time? Big difference.” It didn’t seem like a big difference to me, but what did I know?
By the time we got to our cars, it was starting to sprinkle. “Where to?”
We made it to Famulari’s Pizza just before the sky opened up. We ordered a large with everything but anchovies and a couple of Diet Cokes, since we were trying to eat healthy. The rain was so loud on the roof that we could barely hear each other. “Maveric is standing out in the middle of the field, waiting for puddles to form,” I said.
“So is Diva. Why did we build a run-in?”
“It keeps the tools dry. Horses are crazy.”
“Just now figured that out, huh?”
“I was sitting in the library the other night and picked up a bartender’s guide. Some of the drink names are crazy.”
“Like what?”
“Can you imagine asking the bartender for a Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against a Wall?”
“You’re making that up.” I shook my head.
“There’s one called a Slippery Nipple, and another called Sex on the Beach.”
“I don’t know what’s in them, but I think I’d like a Slow Comfortable Screw Up Against a Wall.” She practically yelled that so I could hear. I started laughing. “What’s funny?”
“I just imagined you starting to say that, the rain stopping, and everyone hearing what you want. Do you have any homework?” She did so, I drove her home so she could knock it out.
I took a bit of a nap. The rain had stopped so I decided to go for an afternoon run. I rarely did that, but after a weekend of eating, I thought it was a good idea. I had really been enjoying running at the beach, so I made the short drive and pulled into the same spot as I had last time. I made my way down to the packed sand and began to stretch. There was a light wind from the south, and I hated the idea that I’d be running back against it. I thought about driving to the other end of the beach, but decided against it.
I was about to start when I heard a familiar voice. “Hey, Aquaman. If you wait while I stretch a bit, I’ll join you.”
“No five-minute miles or running in soft sand, and it’s a deal.” She smiled. I waited while she stretched.
“I’m not sure what you had in mind, but I’d like to run eight miles at a six-ten pace on hard-packed sand. Can you manage that?” she asked.
“That’s your marathon pace, isn’t it?” Not quite. We started. She had the course marked out and knew exactly where the mile markers were. We turned the corner to run back into the wind, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought. “No change of pace?” I asked with a mile to go, and she shook her head. We hadn’t talked much.
We finished and started walking. She checked her watch and pushed a few buttons. She had different things on her watch.
“That isn’t a normal watch,” I said.
“No. It’s connected to my heart rate monitor. It’s a band across my chest. I’m trying to tie my performance not to speed but to heart rate. This was something of a calibration run for me. Same pace the whole time.”
“Interesting. I wonder how consistent mine would have been for the triathlon I did.”
“You have what’s called a perceived exertion level. You’re probably pretty good at regulating your effort. This heart rate monitor just keeps me from slacking off. Mostly, it validates what I already know and fine-tunes it a little. What’s been going on in your world?”
It had been a week since we’d run together, and she enjoyed hearing about it. It had been a really full and fun week. We ended up under the pier just as it started to rain again.
“Do you like what I’m wearing?” she asked, surprising me.
“Yes. Why do you ask?”
“Do you think I look good?” Oh-oh.
“Yes. I think you look great.”
“I’m just curious because you’ve intentionally not been looking at me. I’m not dressed for homecoming or anything, but I think I look pretty good. Maybe I’m too old or something.”
“No, that’s not it at all.”
“Listen, it’s just you and me. We don’t travel in the same circles at all, so we can talk about whatever we want, right?” She was quiet for a few minutes, and I waited. I had no idea where it was going, but I was pretty uncomfortable. “You’re surrounded by cheerleaders all the time, aren’t you?”
“A lot of the time, yeah.”
“Pretty? Okay, I think I know what’s going on. You said you’ve had pool parties at your house and gone to the beach with a bunch of them. Pretty hot?”
Argh. “Yes.”
“And you don’t want them in your fantasy life because you want to be faithful to Kim.” It wasn’t a question, and she wasn’t wrong. I didn’t say anything. “Jack, I have three brothers and have been in several relationships. Women know that guys fantasize about women. We know.”
“Ugh. Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I just figured it out. Or maybe I did. I don’t know.”
“Are you intentionally making me uncomfortable?” She laughed.
“No, silly. I was just feeling, I don’t know, insecure. How stupid is that? I’ve got some new running clothes from a potential sponsor. I thought I was looking pretty good. I’m not a glamor model, but, well, good enough, I guess. You’re a healthy young man, and you weren’t even noticing. I sort of realized it might not be me.” She was on the money, but I didn’t want to say anything. It’s okay to notice.”
“I noticed. What you’re wearing...” Where was I going with this?
“Yes?”
“Talk about being uncomfortable.”
“Don’t be silly. Just say what’s on your mind.”
“Okay, you’re pretty hot. We got spotted together in the restaurant. Kim was okay with it when I explained. The girl, the cheerleader who spotted us, asked ‘Who was the hot blonde you were with?’ That was a good question, and everyone wanted to know. I felt like I’d been busted or something.”
“Do you think I’m a hot blonde?”
“Yes. It’s not like anything is going to happen, though, you know?”
“Not even in your imagination?”
“Did it just warm up? It seems hot all of a sudden.”
“You’re cute. I think it’s okay to fantasize as long as you don’t obsess over someone. What’s your friend’s name, Bobby? And his girlfriend is Melanie? Is she hot?”
“She’s smoking hot.”
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