Pam and John go home.
In 10 parts, By BlewWater69. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.
"I've only got eyes for you, babe," John professed.
"You better say that," Pam concluded, watching the topless girl disappear behind the bar area. "Too bad we didn't bring our suits, at least the bottoms. We could really give these hotel patrons something to watch."
"You'd bare yourself on a nude beach?" John queried happily.
"Well, only on top. I'm kinda used to it, remember? And that rescue plane pilot saw me so I guess what's the big deal," Pam reasoned.
"I guess so," John agreed.
They finished one drink and ordered a second. This one they took in hand and walked down along the beach holding hands. They passed several more topless women but they were all older and not as attractive. Further down the beach they spotted several more nude couples off in the distance. They elected to just turn back at that point. Their drinks were done and the beach was starting to feel too hot in clothes despite the nice breeze.
It was getting close to dinner so they took a taxi back to the hotel. As they were getting out of the taxi several reporters recognized them and rushed forward from near a parked TV van. Somehow they had figured out that Pam and John were staying here. Maybe they had canvassed most of the better hotels. John had a microphone shoved in his face and camera flashes popped away as they tried to continue to walk to the hotel entrance. It was a little intimidating for people not used to the spotlight.
"Mr. Morrison, tell us what it was like on the island for all those months," one reporter yelled.
Another yelled, "What did you eat for all that time?"
A cameraman shouted, "How about a shot with the young lady?"
"Meredith, we hear you lost your mother in the crash. Is that true?" one man said drawing a hostile stare from John.
They kept moving towards the front door, fighting their way through the reporters and camera crews. When the bellmen spotted the situation they rushed to help. They had many dignitaries before and were trained to help out.
"When are we going to hear your story," another reporter shouted.
"You can read about it in the New Yorker," John replied loudly as the bellmen and now security swarmed in to aid.
The reporters were blocked by the bellmen and security but Pam and John were allowed to slip through and rush to the door where Penny Morale' stood.
"So sorry, ma'am and sir, it won't happen again. We will be better prepared next time," Penny Morale' avowed, holding the door for them to enter.
After the commotion, John and Pam crashed on their bed once inside their room.
"Wow, that was crazy," John exclaimed.
"Sure was," Pam agreed. "Now I know how Britney Spears feels."
"Yeah, right," John laughed sarcastically. "You're a big time celebrity now."
"What; you saw how they reacted. Just like what the stars have to deal with, every day," Pam proclaimed.
"Yeah, but fame is fleeting, my dear. Unlike Britney Spears, we'll be old news in no time," John explained.
"You think so? They're hungry for our story. You going to wait to tell them until you write it?" Pam questioned.
"I think I may have to write a short version first for the New Yorker. Nick said my editor wants to talk with me as soon as possible. I'm sure he is going to ask me to do it. I can write the book after that," John stated.
"What about me? Don't I get any say in this?" Pam queried.
"Sure. You want to go out there and tell those reporters the whole story?"
"No; not that way. Maybe on Oprah or something," Pam offered.
"Go ahead," John challenged. "But you might hurt our book sales."
"No; I'll hold off. I'd be too nervous anyway. Besides, I don't what to hurt the book sales by giving the story away," Pam reasoned.
"Good, I can probably wean a big advance out of my editor at the New Yorker if we hold off talking about it until after they publish the article. They'll pay big for an exclusive. Besides, what would you say about us?" John asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Would you say we slept in separate huts? The Coast Guard guys know that's not true. How would you explain our living arrangements?"
"Well; I don't know. I see your point. Maybe just tell the truth. How are you going to do it?" Pam questioned.
"I'll probably just tell what happen. Stick to the truth," John claimed as well, thoughtfully. "They don't need all the details anyway, just the facts about how we fell in love. I'll make it a romantic tale."
"A romantic love story," Pam responded questioningly by leaning into him, smiling, and tickling him.
"Yeah," John stated, fighting off her playful hands. "A real heart-throbber."
"Will you make me out to be beautiful?" Pam asked longingly but smiling.
"That won't be too difficult given it's the truth," John praised and turned into her.
"You might think so but not everyone will," Pam espoused.
"By the time I'm done describing you in the book, they'll think you're Helen of Troy," John claimed.
"Mmm; I can't wait to read that," Pam said jokingly but then passionately kissed him. "If I promise to keep the author happy while he's working, will I have even greater beauty in the book?"
"Couldn't hurt," John said musingly.
Pam got up on her knees, pulled off her shirt, undid her bra, and then, with breasts swaying, settled between his legs. She smiled at him as she worked the belt of his shorts open and then the zipper down. Her small hand fished through the open slit of his underwear and extracted his cock. It was not yet hard but beginning to expand.
"I better start now then," Pam kidded as she took him into her mouth.
"Oh, god; good idea," John exclaimed with a pleasureful groan.
Pam sucked on John's cock until he was good and hard. She could have easily taken him all the way with her mouth but he stopped her and pushed her back. He worked her clothes off and finished undressing himself. He teased the entrance to her cunt with his cock and slapped it playfully against her excited sex.
"Mmm; stick it in me please," Pam growled.
John complied and easily entered her wet cunt. He pushed slowly but steadily in until his big cock was nearly buried inside her. He withdrew equally slow, and then fucked back inside her, which caused Pam to grunt and gasp even more.
"Oh, that's good," Pam stated merrily.
"Yeah; I'll say," John echoed.
John slowly picked up the pace until his cock was slamming into her cunt for all he was worth. Pam stuck with him stroke for stroke and came twice. They were delicious little mini-cums that only added to the building pressure inside her for the main event. John pounded into Pam's cunt which was soaked from her two climaxes. Wet and squishy sounds filled the room as they fucked like rabbits on the huge soft bed.
John was nearing his limit. His cock felt like a bar of steel as he fucked Pam with abandon. Despite Pam's slick cunt it was still incredibly tight around his big cock and the wonderful friction was bringing him to a rapid end. Pam too was building to the pinnacle of her orgasm. The first two had merely been the opening acts in the play and the finale grew rapidly nearer. Pam clung to John as he hammered away into her cunt. They both grunted and groaned with each new thrust and the blissful pleasure that followed. Their bodies worked as a practiced pair to bring each to their final end.
"Fuck!" Pam shouted a bit too loud as her orgasm hit first.
Her cunt clamped down hard on John's cock as her orgasm erupted inside her. The pleasure that radiated out from her groin consumed her like a wildfire. It spread rapidly to every corner of her being and fused the thoughts in her brain. John pushed hard into her quaking cunt enough to reach his own crescendo. A few hard pushes and his cock exploded inside her like a fire hose. Pam could feel the heat of his seed as it painted her throbbing cunt inside.
"Oh, god!" Pam growled.
"Fuck," John now said as his balls pulsed and forced load after load of sperm into her already pregnant womb.
They kept it up until John's cock stopped pulsing and all energy drained from them. He slowly pulled out of her soaked twat and immediately a rush of white cum ran from her cunt to the sheets below like a mini-river. It made a small puddle where her ass cheeks depressed the sheet. John flopped down beside her heavily breathing body on the bed. They panted together until both could catch their breath.
"Wow; that was wonderful," Pam exuded.
"Sure was," John agreed with a gasp.
They curled together and dozed for about an hour before they got up to shower and dress for dinner. They decided to eat in the hotel to avoid any further confrontations with the media. They found a wonderful restaurant with both inside and outside seating. It was a glorious night with a slight breeze. Despite Pam's thin sundress, they chose to sit outside and enjoy the weather. It was warm enough but she had to be careful, as they walked to their table behind the maitre de', that the wind didn't blow her dress too high. She only had a thong on underneath.
They had a delightful steak dinner which they both thoroughly enjoyed and their taste buds did too. Not eating seafood of some kind was a decided thrill for a change. Pam saved room for dessert afterwards and they each ordered something. John got butter pecan ice cream while Pam ordered a chocolate truffle which came embedded in a brownie with chocolate sauce. It was deliciously decadent and they shared mouthfuls of each.
They were tired from the day's activities and decided just to go to bed. The next day John completed the paperwork on the bank deposit for the one hundred thousand before they walked through town and did a little more shopping. They managed to avoid the press and made it back to the hotel unscathed for lunch by the pool. Both John and Pam were enjoying their non-seafood meals immensely. They both had burgers and fries for lunch.
After making love again in their room and lounging in the oversized tub, they dressed for dinner. They ate again at the hotel and went dancing in the club. John surprised Pam at how good a dancer he was and in no time they were moving like a couple that had practiced for a long time. They got stares from some of the other patrons but John wasn't sure if it was their dancing, how beautiful Pam looked in her elegant new dress they bought, or if they were recognized as the couple from the Coast Guard Cutter. Either way didn't matter. They enjoyed the evening and retired to their room exhausted from all the dancing. Sleep took both of them as soon as their heads hit the pillow.
The next day they were to leave so they packed in the morning for their flight. After a quick breakfast, they headed to the airport for the flight to New York. Nick would be picking them up and would drive his father's S U V to the airport to get them and the luggage. The flight was on time and once in the air John noticed Pam hadn't said much since they boarded the plane.
"You're quiet. You nervous about meeting Nick?" John asked.
"Truthfully, yes. What if he can't stand me, John? What if he doesn't understand? You know it wasn't that long ago your wife died. He might not be ready for you to be with someone," Pam poured out all at once.
"It'll be fine. Nick is pretty mature for a guy. Besides, who couldn't love you?" John said jokingly.
"Be serious. He might view me as all wrong for you. Might think I'm after your money or something?" Pam worried aloud.
"Money, ha! What money? Sure I had a few bucks before, but I wasn't rich by any means. In fact, the two hundred thousand we got will add nicely to our little nest egg, babe," John informed.
"But how's he going to feel with you having a girlfriend the same age as his?"
"I don't know. Maybe he'll like the fact that you have so much in common. His girlfriend might even be glad to have someone close to her age to talk to," John explained.
"I hope you're right," Pam stated.
"Don't worry about it, babe. Let's just see what happens," John offered.
"Okay," Pam agreed.
The flight to JFK went through San Juan, Puerto Rico. They changed planes there and six and a half hours after leaving Guadeloupe they landed at JFK. It took forty-five minutes to make it through customs where their bags were opened. The customs agents were searching for drugs, of course, but Pam and John gave each other a thankful look they had safely deposited the money in the bank rather than try to get it back through customs.
They found their way through the airport to the exit and traffic lane where Nick was supposed to meet them. They only had to wait a short time before he pulled up alongside the curb. Nick waved with a big smile on his face and jumped out of the car. He ran around the side and John and he hugged for a good minute. Pam was beginning to feel left out when they parted and John introduced her to Nick. Pam could see the family resemblance in Nick's handsome face as she shook his hand. She returned his pleasant greeting and smile and began to feel her concerns were unfounded.
The drive to the house took forty minutes with traffic. They talked mostly of the trip back, the plane crash and life on the island. Pam and John purposely avoided any reference to how they had slept. It was about three-thirty in the afternoon as they pulled into the driveway. The house looked much as John had left it other than a few more weeds in the front beds now that the occasional winter snows were gone.
"Not much has changed," John commented jokingly, as they climbed out of the S U V. "The traffic is as bad as ever and you still hate weeding."
"Yeah, well, it's been hard to keep up on Mom's gardens with work and school. I'm lucky if I get time to mow the lawn," Nick claimed.
"I love gardening," Pam chimed in.
"That's good," John agreed looking lovingly at Pam.
They carried the bags into the house and were immediately greeted by Nick's girlfriend. Mandy seemed genuinely glad to see them and hugged both John and Pam briefly. She had a cute face and a great smile. Her teeth were perfect, John thought as he watched her greet Pam. Mandy's hair was long and a beautiful brown with waves. She was shorter than Pam by a couple inches and slim. Her breasts were small but her body looked tight and athletic.
"Please come into the kitchen," Mandy said. I thought you might be hungry. You know airplane food these days. I'm making an early dinner but it's not ready yet. I do have a few appetizers and some white wine being chilled though."
"Wow, thanks," Pam extolled.
"You guys didn't have to go to so much trouble," John offered.
"Mandy's idea," Nick explained. "She wanted to welcome you home properly."
"Well, thanks, Mandy," John expressed.
"Yes, thanks," Pam added as they entered the kitchen.
They were greeted by a nice aroma from the stove and the table was set for four. The wine was chilling on the island counter.
"Nick, how about opening the wine while I get the appetizers," Mandy suggested.
"Sure, sweets," Nick said, taking the bottle from the ice.
Pam offered to help Mandy but she said she had it under control. John observed the proficiency with which Nick opened the wine bottle.
"I wasn't aware you were into wine," John asked with fatherly concern evident.
"Mandy and I like a nice white wine with dinner sometimes," Nick explained.
"And just how do you get it?" John pressed again.
"Dad, I'm in college, remember?" Nick explained with a smile.
"So that's supposed to explain how you get booze?" John asked a little louder and more ardently than he had actually planned.
Nick didn't answer him right away and John glanced from his face to Pam's. She was looking at him with a pained looked. John switched to Mandy and she looked startled too. John realized he was coming on too strong.
"Sorry, Nick. I guess I'm just suddenly aware how I haven't been here for you or part of your life for these last months," John professed.
"It's okay, Dad," Nick replied with a smile.
John looked back to Pam and she smiled at him giving her support too. John glanced back to Mandy and she had already returned to setting a cookie sheet of assorted appetizers on the counter. They were obviously from a box but looked good none-the-less. Nick popped the cork and poured them all a glass of wine. He handed the first one to Pam.
"Thanks, Nick," Pam said taking the glass.
"Dad told me you go to Northwestern," Nick said.
"Well, I did. I'm not thinking about going back there now," Pam explained.
"Oh, what do you plan then?" Nick asked innocently.
"Well, I was thinking about going to school out east here," Pam said, stealing a glance towards John.
"Really?" Nick questioned, and then added. "Well, you might think about Hofstra."
"I might just do that. I hear it's a great school," Pam offered.
"It's not Northwestern but it's still pretty good," Nick explained.
"How's the journalism department," Pam asked, drawing a questioning look from John. "I'm thinking about changing my major."
"Wouldn't know. Not my thing. Mandy, you know anything about the journalism department?" Nick asked.
"This girl I knew from the dorm was a journalism major. I think she liked it but I don't know how it rates," Mandy stated.
"I might want to help your dad write a book on our stay on the island," Pam further explained, smiling at John.
"You're planning on writing a book, Dad?" Nick queried excitedly.
"Yeah, I might start with a short version for the New Yorker but I'm planning to put it into a book deal too," John expressed sipping his wine.
Mandy put a tray with the appetizers on the counter where John and Pam took seats and Nick stood on the side. They helped themselves to the egg rolls, Mexican wraps, and the tiny hot dogs in pastry. Mandy had sweet and sour, salsa, and mustard for them to dip them into.
"These are great!" John claimed trying a hot dog and waving his hand before his face to indicate they were hot.
"Oh, nothing special," Mandy allowed. "I'm an okay cook but these are just so good and easy."
"They're great to people that have lived on fish for months," Pam announced.
"Yeah, that had to be tough," Nick agreed.
"It sure was," Pam continued. "I didn't even like seafood when we were stranded there."
"Oh, gosh. I would have starved before eating fish every day," Mandy confessed.
"You'd learn to adapt," John offered.
"Tell us what it was like," Mandy queried and Nick seconded it.
John and Pam explained the trouble with the plane and the crash landing. They explained what the papers hadn't said about others surviving too. John explained how there were drug runners, who were very unsavory people. After swearing them to secrecy, John and Pam explained what had happened.
"Holy shit!" Nick gasped.
"Good grief!" Mandy exclaimed.
"You killed all three of them, Dad?"
"I'm afraid I had to or they would have killed us or at least me with other ideas for Pam," John informed.
"Good God!" Mandy extolled.
"Unreal!" Nick professed.
They then explained how they had survived with some rations from the plane and learning to hunt and fish. John explained how they had speared fish, caught crabs, dug clams, and trapped gulls. Pam filled in with the things they found on the island like coconuts, edible roots, and bananas. Together they explained how they cooked everything and ate with their hands or primitive utensils.
"You're both very resourceful," Mandy pronounced.
"You learn to survive," John offered.
"I wouldn't have had a clue," Mandy explained. "I wasn't even a girl scout."
"Well, me either," Pam agreed. "If it hadn't been for John, I surely would have died on that island."
"You're better than you give yourself credit for," John stated.
"No, it's true. Without you, I would have been a goner," Pam professed.
The appetizers were going fast, especially with John and Pam. They finished the first bottle of wine and Nick produced a second from the refrigerator. He popped that one open too and filled the empty glasses.
"This is so good, Nick and Mandy. Thanks," Pam stated.
"Yes, this is nice of you guys," John agreed.
"The least we can do for the returning heroes," Mandy stated jokingly.
"Yeah, you guys are famous now," Nick added.
"Hardly," John mused.
"No, really," Nick continued. "You guys were all over the news a few days ago. You and that other woman."
"Parmelle Cure'," Pam informed.
"Yeah, her," Nick agreed.
"That was quite an experience," John professed and told them the full story.
Pam put her two cents in occasionally but otherwise let John tell the story. When he was done both Nick and Mandy were in awe.
"Damn, Dad. You're a regular MacGyver, only tougher," Nick pronounced.
"Believe me, I was plenty scared when it was happening," John informed them.
"Don't let him kid you," Pam responded. "He was magnificent."
"I'll say," Mandy input too. "I mean, that must have been terrifying."
"What kind of houses did you have?" Nick questioned.
Pam and John exchanged glances before John answered.
"We built a hut," John explained.
"John built it," Pam added. "I only helped."
John explained how he did it and the materials they had used. He included how they had stripped everything they could from the plane. He had just finished laying out the whole story of their living arrangements when Nick got a questioning look.
"You both lived together then?" Nick asked.
"Yes," John allowed.
"The whole time?" Nick pressed.
"Yes," John added.
Nick glanced at Pam and then at Mandy before saying, "I see."
"Nick, you have to understand this was a live or die situation especially when those three drug guys were around," John informed. "It wouldn't have been safe for Pam and I to be apart at that point."
"Yes, I see," Nick stated but still looked to Mandy. A hush followed in the conversation.
"Nick, your dad and I were intimate if that is what you're wondering," Pam said.
John looked at her, not believing she just blurted it out like that but realizing they needed to be forthright as there was even more that Nick and Mandy would need to know. At least Nick. John wasn't so sure they should be spilling all this while Mandy was present. However, with her living there now it seemed pointless to leave her out. Nick would only tell her immediately anyway.
"What?" Nick gasped, as if he hadn't heard her.
"I said your dad and I had sex. In fact, I'm pregnant," Pam stated.
"What?" Mandy and Nick yelled aloud in unison.
"Pam, that could have waited," John said wishfully.
"Dad, what the fuck!" Nick shouted.
"Nick, watch your language, please. It's true. Pam is pregnant and I'm the father," John stated.
"Oh, geez," Nick extolled.
"Wow," Mandy said, then covered her mouth like a kid.
"Nick, you have to understand your father and I were all alone and totally dependent on each other. However, it became more than that. We fell in love," Pam explained.
"Jesus Christ!" Nick exclaimed.
"Nick! Please don't use bad language. We wanted to tell you earlier but figured it would be better face to face. Pam and I are in love and she will be living with me, us, I mean," John stated.
"Holy shit!" Nick exclaimed, shaking his head.
"Congratulations on your pregnancy," Mandy said hoping to make things easier.
"Nick, it will be;” John started to say.
"Dad, I was elated to learn you were still alive. I was extremely relieved you were coming home, but this is unbelievable. You're going to be a father again and with Meredith," Nick exclaimed.
"Is it so hard to believe?" John asked but to Nick's retreating back as he walked hurriedly from the room. "Where're you going?"
They heard the front door open and close without any response. John looked at Mandy and Pam. They looked at him and each other with shock on their faces.
"He just needs time to sort it all out," Pam said.
"Yeah; that's it. He just needs time to be able to adjust to the idea," Mandy agreed.
"He should be happy for me," John said. "He's my son."
"He'll come around, John," Pam declared.
"Sure. He'll come around. I'll go find him," Mandy said rushing from the room too.
They heard the front door open and close again. John turned to look out the back, staring off at nothing in particular. Pam looked at him caringly.
"He called me Meredith that last time," Pam stated. "It's me he resents, not you. He can't see you with me because of the age difference. He especially doesn't see me pregnant and giving him a brother or sister. If anything, he's not mad at you but he hates me."
"He doesn't hate you. He just met you," John claimed.
"John, he's going to have a hard time accepting me as your wife and especially as your pregnant wife," Pam declared.
"I thought you young people were more tolerant of race, sex, and age differences in married people," John replied.
"For the most part I think that's true but this is a lot for Nick to absorb at once. He's just having a hard time dealing with the fact his future stepmom is his age."
"I guess that is a lot to absorb. I was naïve to think he would accept it so easily," John concluded.
"I was more worried than you but I do think he'll get accustomed to the idea given some time to consider your happiness," Pam decided.
"I hope your right. Should we check this dinner?" John questioned.
"Good idea. It wouldn't be nice to mess up Mandy's welcome home dinner. She seems very sweet," Pam offered.
"Yeah, she does," John allowed.
They walked to the stove to figure out what needed to be done. Mandy had pork chops in the broiler along with pan browned potatoes. She also had broccoli on the stovetop waiting to steam. The pork chops and the potatoes looked nearly done so Pam turned on the broccoli. The table was already set so they poured another glass of wine and waited.
John and Pam were about to think that Nick and Mandy might not come back in time for dinner when the front door opened again. Pam had just pulled the pork chops from the oven along with the potatoes. The broccoli was just about done too. Upon seeing that her dinner was not destroyed, Mandy thanked Pam for taking care of things. Nick poured himself another glass of wine. John was staying silent and watching a Mets game in the family room off the kitchen.
Pam looked at Nick standing in the doorway to the family room watching the game too. John was on the couch with his back to him. Mandy was finishing the preparations as Pam poured water into the water glasses on the table for her. As she did, she glanced up to observe Nick again. 'God, he looks just like a younger version of John,' Pam thought.
Nick was the same height at close to six-three, slimmer than John, but not geeky. He looked like an athlete or at least someone that worked out. He was handsome, she thought, with somewhat darker hair than his father. He had the same waves that John had when his hair had lengthened before she cut it. His eyes, which she couldn't see now, but had noticed before, were a piercing blue, even deeper than John's. By any account, he was a handsome guy and one she might have been attracted to if they had met first.
Pam nearly overfilled a water glass as she stared at Nick in the doorway. When she finished that last glass of water and looked back towards Mandy, she was tossing a salad but looking at Pam. Their eyes met for a second and Pam thought she saw concern or jealousy there. She smiled at Mandy to try to break any tension.
"Hey, can I do anything else?" Pam asked.
"No, you've been a big enough help already," Mandy replied. "Nick, we're ready."
"I'll get John," Pam offered.
"Good, you guys can sit there," Mandy said pointing out two of the four seats at the table.
"Alright," Pam responded.
She walked into the family room and stopped beside the couch. John was staring straight forward at the TV as if he didn't notice her approach.
"Dinner is ready," Pam proclaimed.
"Okay," John answered but didn't move at first.
Pam was already back by the table and standing behind a seat when John got up and came over. Nick was helping Mandy dish out the portions on the plates. When they were done they gave everyone a plate and took their seats as John and Pam had. The first few seconds were just filled with moving forks and people passing salt and pepper shakers. Finally Mandy broke the silent tension.
"I hope you guys like pork chops," Mandy stated.
"Oh, gosh, anything that isn't fish or crustacean is a major plus," Pam said merrily.
"That must have been awful to only have seafood all the time," Mandy agreed.
"Like we said before, John figured a way to catch seagulls, so occasionally we had fowl but that was the extent of our variance," Pam explained.
"How'd you manage to catch birds, Mr. Morrison?" Mandy asked.
"You can call me John, Mandy," John said and explained the whole procedure.
It took a while for him to detail the means by which they caught birds and that seemed to alleviate some of the tension in the room as even Nick listened to his father's tale. Mandy and Pam kept the conversation going with more talk of their life on the island.
The conversation at one point turned to how they had attempted rescue and then tried to escape the island by building a raft. John explained the details of the construction while Pam complained about all the time she had spent on the sail only to never use it. By the time they were done, everyone had finished eating. Mandy had dessert but offered to serve it a little later in the family room. Pam helped her with the dishes as John and Nick adjourned with wine glasses into the family room to watch the end of the game. The Mets were up six to four.
When the guys were seated and out of earshot, Pam started talking to Mandy as they rinsed dishes and put them in the dishwasher.
"Nick said you're from Philadelphia," Pam queried.
"Yeah, you ever been there?" Mandy asked.
"No, never have."
"It's a great town, especially if you like sports, or history, or like to eat," Mandy explained.
"I like all those things," Pam professed. "I've watched the Bears play the Eagles before."
"You a football fan then?"
"Definitely; my last boyfriend liked to watch and taught me the rules."
"Are you originally from Chicago?" Mandy asked.
"Yes."
"Your father still there?"
"No, my father left my mom and me when I was young."
"Nick told me your mom died in the crash, plus we saw it on the news. So sorry," Mandy added.
"It was very hard at first. She and I did everything together. We were best friends besides her being my mother," Pam stated. "If John hadn't been there for me I probably would have lost it."
"You two only had each other the whole time on the island, I mean after those bad drug runner guys were gone," Mandy observed.
"Yeah; John and I only had each other to talk with and be with," Pam stated.
"Wow, that must have been tough," Mandy professed.
"Actually, it wasn't all that bad. I mean there were drawbacks, like the food we mentioned, but life was simple on our island. Not the crazy hustle and bustle of civilization."
"You sure have a great tan," Mandy said jokingly.
"Yeah; it's a complete body tan too," Pam replied giggling.
"Awesome. No need for clothes with just the two of you, huh," Mandy agreed merrily.
"I rarely wore anything on top past the first few weeks after John and I became intimate. Many times I was completely naked," Pam informed smiling.
"Gosh, that's free and easy," Mandy expressed. "John have an overall tan too?"
"Everywhere," Pam stated laughing.
"Far out," Mandy cried.
The guys' conversation had started a lot slower. It was mostly catch up on New York sports in the beginning. After dancing around several less critical issues, John asked Nick flat out.
"You okay with Pam and me?"
"Surprised, I guess," Nick claimed.
"Understandable, she is so much younger. But Nick, she doesn't have any other close family and we fell in love on the island. We only had each other for all those months. I love her," John proclaimed.
"That was pretty quick," Nick sort of complained.
"Are you feeling that way because of Mom or because Pam is younger?" John questioned.
"I don't know. I'm confused I guess. It seems pretty soon after Mom died."
"Nick, I didn't plan this as you well know. It just happened. Maybe your mom orchestrated this from on high. I'd like to think so. Anyway, I love Pam and she loves me, that I know for sure," John pronounced.
"She seems nice; and pretty," Nick confessed.
"She is wonderful and makes me very happy," John offered.
"Well, I suppose I should be happy for you but it's going to take some getting used to," Nick explained.
"I can understand that. I guess we all are going to have to make adjustments."
"I guess so. Are you okay with Mandy staying here?"
"Sure; you have your life too and I don't want to upset that by coming back."
"Well, I may not have said it enough yet, but I'm sure glad you're back Dad. I missed you terribly."
"I missed you terribly too. All I could think about on that island was you and how you were getting along. I wanted so much to be able to tell you I was okay. I love you, Nick, more than anything. Don't forget that."
"I won't, Dad."
John stood and Nick did too and they hugged for a good long time. Mandy and Pam observed the tight, long embrace from the kitchen.
"I think they've made up," Mandy said and looked at Pam.
With tears in her eyes Pam said, "I'm so glad."
After a dessert of apple pie and ice cream, they watched TV and talked more, all four together. They learned more about each other. John got caught up on Nick's schooling while Mandy and Pam talked about converting a room into a nursery for the baby.
The phone rang in the middle of their conversation and it was John's boss. John took the call in his study as the others talked. He was gone for twenty minutes. When he returned he told them of the conversation.
"He offered me a hundred thousand dollars for the exclusive story and another hundred thousand after it ran. I told him that I was planning to write a book. He had surmised I would want to and was still making the same offer for a scaled down version in the New Yorker first before I publish the book. I agreed," John said.
The others applauded loudly and cheered.
That night, Pam and John slept in the master bedroom. Mandy and Nick had moved into the master bedroom but vacated when Nick learned his father was alive and coming home. John and Pam made passionate love in their new home and bed together. John made Pam cum three times before he did. He claimed it was the effects of the wine but Pam knew he was just overjoyed that everything had worked out. Her belly was beginning to show a little as they lay side by side holding onto each other.
"John, I'm very happy right now," Pam expressed.
"Me too, babe. I love you," John effused.
"I love you too," Pam agreed.
By BlewWater69, for Literotica.