How things have changed & the decisions they need to make?

In 10 parts, By BlewWater69. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

"These

are the culprits!" Pam exclaimed teasingly and gave John's testicles a

firm but gentle squeeze as he lay on the frond mat by the fire pit.

They

had just finished another glorious bout of lovemaking and both their

tanned bodies glistened with perspiration in the late morning sun. John

lay back with his arms under his head. His flaccid cock draped across

his left leg, wetter than the rest of him with their combined cum. Pam

squatted beside him, letting his newly deposited seed drip from her to

the sand below.

"What?" John claimed innocently, but also with a smile for her.

"You know what I'm talking about, daddy," Pam declared.

"You're sure then," John said and made certain he was upbeat sounding.

"John, it's been a week now and still nothing. I can't imagine any other answer, can you?" Pam asked.

"I guess not," John said, smiling and rising up to kiss her. "Congratulations, mommy!"

"Thanks, daddy," Pam said, kissing him back ardently.

"I love you," John said.

"I love you too," Pam replied.

"I guess our ideas for contraception didn't work so well?" John mused.

"Yeah,

I guess letting this thing," and she wiggled his flaccid cock, "make

deposits way up inside me and then hoping to rinse them out in the sea

wasn't the brightest of our ideas for contraception," Pam agreed

giggling.

"I believe you're right about that," John stated and laughed with her.

"Even so, I'm going to do it again," Pam said and took off in a hurry for the water.

John

scrambled to his feet quickly and chased after her. She had too much of

a head start plus she was fast anyway. She reached the water and dove

right in. He followed seconds later. They surfaced practically together

and John wrapped his strong arms around her from behind. The water felt

delightful.

"Didn't we just say this wasn't going to help?" John expressed. "Now that you're past worrying anyway."

"I didn't come in here for that," Pam professed with a laugh. "I just wanted to get cool and clean."

"Good idea," John agreed.

He hugged her tightly as they floated in the gentle surf. He kissed her neck and his one hand teased a distended nipple.

"Don't you ever get enough," Pam complained but with a snicker.

"Not of you, babe," John proclaimed.

"You know, they're feeling different I think," Pam said.

"What?"

"My nipples, they seemed to be more sensitive," Pam claimed, gently pushing his hand away.

"You think that's a sign?" John asked.

"Maybe," Pam replied.

"Well, good," John stated and dunked her and him under the surf.

They

playfully wrestled in the water for a while until both were cooled off

and bored. They exited the water together like two bronzed beach bodies

from Baywatch. Accept both of these bodies were completely nude as they

walked back to camp hand in hand.

John

set about catching gulls again as Pam cleaned up the morning meal. They

had a list of four or five different things they could eat each day

between crabs, fish, gulls, remaining smoked turtle, and clams. But the

routine was becoming increasingly boring and they both hungered for

something different in their diet. The bananas helped but even they were

becoming less exciting to their palates.

John

caught two gulls, cleaned them for supper, and brought them back to

camp. Pam wasn't there, so he started the smoker and hung both of them

in there. He would fully smoke one and the other they would roast and

eat later. After he was done, he walked down to the beach looking for

Pam. He spotted her down the beach, way past the nose section of the

plane, which was still visible in the surf. He could see she was looking

for clams and contemplated walking down to help but instead just sat

down to watch her.

He

felt he had a lot to think about as he watched the white bikini clad

beauty bend to dig for a clam. Her long blonde, sun bleached locks

flowed exotically in the breeze. The last few weeks had been incredible

with Pam but now they had some serious decisions to make. Since it

looked like she was indeed pregnant, would they be able to stay on this

island or be forced to venture off?

With

the routine of catching the gulls requiring him to sit for long hours

waiting patiently for the birds to appear, land, and take the bait

inside the trap, he had plenty of time to observe things. He had noticed

that more often than not, the birds flew in from the northwest. He was

starting to take that as a good sign that the closest land must be in

that direction, if they could just make it there.

John

thought the idea of giving birth on the island was risky for Pam and

the baby. Certainly, it wouldn't be the first time a woman was forced to

give birth without the aid of doctors and in a hospital but the thought

of putting Pam through the dangers associated with that didn't appeal

to him. 'She must be thinking that herself,' he imagined, 'but her

youthful exuberance for everything working out fine might also be coming

into play.' He had to think about this and talk with her about what was

best for the baby.

His

thoughts turned to how they could ever get off this island anyway. For

over a week now, he had mulling around in his head an idea. It would

take a lot of the bamboo available to them but they could try to

construct a raft. The idea he had was to make the raft out of bamboo but

then utilize the plastic rafts from the plane on top of the bamboo as

further support. He could build a seaworthy raft from just the bamboo

but the added benefit of the rafts lashed together on top would give

them added safety. If the bamboo raft were to ever break up in heavy

seas, they could always continue on in one of the plastic rafts. Even

lash them together and use one for supplies.

The

risks and pitfalls were enormous and he tried to tell himself not to

minimize them. But he also knew that staying here and doing nothing

might be equally as dangerous. The longer they waited too, the more

pregnant Pam would become. If they were going to attempt this, he wanted

to do it while she was still strong and agile just in case things got

rough. He also knew that the summer was rapidly approaching. The summer

and especially the fall in the lower Caribbean meant hurricanes. They

had survived one good storm already but nothing like a full blown

hurricane.

He

was so deep in thought, Pam had to yell three times as she approached

to get his attention. He looked up to see her within fifty yards and

struggling to carry the heavy turtle shell full of clams. He got up

quickly and ran to her to relieve her of her burden.

"Oh, thank god, my arms were about to break," Pam exclaimed as John took the turtle shell filled with clams.

"Wow, someone had a good clamming run," John effused.

"Yeah, there seems to be a lot of them down that way," Pam stated.

"Good; these will make great soup," John claimed.

"What were you thinking about when you were sitting here?" Pam asked as they passed the spot where he sat going back to camp.

"About how beautiful you are and how lucky I am," John mused.

"That's nice but why the worried look then. I would think you'd be smiling about that," Pam said jokingly.

"Okay, you got me there. Actually, Pam, I was thinking about if we should stay on this island or not?"

"I

thought we'd been over this and decided to wait for rescue, at least

until we're forced to leave for water or something?" Pam questioned.

John set the turtle shell down near the fire pit, "Your pregnancy changes that."

"Why? I'm not afraid to have the baby here with your help," Pam proclaimed.

"Pam,

it's not safe for you or the baby. What if there is some complication?

This is your first child. The first is usually the most difficult for a

woman."

"I can do it with your help. Besides, I thought you said we had no clue which direction was right to reach land."

"I've

been working on that and I think northwest is the best option. The

gulls I observe flying in most often come from that direction. I believe

that is telling us that land is closest in that direction."

"What if you're wrong? It would be more dangerous having the baby at sea," Pam stated.

"From

the chart in the plane and what I remember about Caribbean geography,

most of the islands should lie in that direction. That is why I'm more

confident now that I see where the birds are coming from. With the

compass, we should be able to maintain a true northwestern course. If we

do that, even if we miss the first island or two, eventually we should

sight land," John declared.

"Okay,

say you're right about the direction. What about storms? You said the

plane's rafts weren't that great for open seas travel?" Pam queried.

"They're

not, but if we utilize the bamboo to construct a strong raft beneath

them, then I think we might have a good chance. Bamboo is rough and

floats well. The key will be securing them together tight enough with

just vines."

"How do you plan to do that then?" Pam asked.

"Well, I was thinking we could notch out the bamboo almost like Lincoln logs. You know what those are?"

"No."

"Ahh, youth," John quipped. "It's like making a log cabin. You notch the ends so they fit snugly together."

"Okay, but do we have enough bamboo?" Pam asked.

"Probably," John replied.

"John, isn't this more dangerous than just staying here?" Pam questioned.

"It was before you became pregnant and before we needed to worry about hurricane season," John informed.

"Oh, so my pregnancy is forcing us off the island," Pam said, acting a little miffed like it was her fault.

"Our pregnancy and wanting to keep you and the baby safe is what makes this more urgent," John claimed.

"Why so urgent? I'm probably not due until December," Pam observed.

"It's

going to take us a while to build the raft. We're into April now.

Hurricane season will start up soon and we can't risk that," John

explained, but didn't go into her advancing immobility as she got bigger

too.

"That still gives us several months," Pam claimed.

"Yes,

but I even worry about our survival here if a hurricane were to hit the

island. You saw the destruction we had with just that storm," John

advanced.

"True; geez, you're a real pessimist today. What brought this on?"

"Well, like I said, I was watching the birds plus I've been thinking of this for a while now."

"You have, and decided to spring this on me just today?"

"It was watching your gorgeous ass bend to dig for clams that sparked it," John kidded.

"Wiseass," Pam yelled and playfully jumped on him and pushed him to the ground with her on top.

They

wrestled briefly and playfully until the kissing started. Then somehow

Pam's clothes were next and John's shorts. Naked now, she lay on top of

him, feeling his erection coming back. John felt her erect nipples

poking his chest as his hands held each of the firm smooth cheeks of her

ass.

"You want to go again, sailor," Pam playfully said.

"You're too good to me, nurse," John replied jokingly.

"You know it," Pam said, rising up on her one arm and using the other to align his cock with her cunt.

"Oh, fuck," John groaned as she settled slowly down. "You're going to wear me out."

"I'll make you die smiling, old man," Pam proclaimed laughing.

"I believe you will," John agreed with a laugh too.

John

lasted a good long time since it had just been six hours since their

last marathon fuck session. Pam worked her cunt on him like a maestro

and managed several of her own orgasms before finally getting him to cum

inside her. They lay panting together at the conclusion. Both were

completely sated and lovingly kissed.

"Wow,

you sure know how to make a girl happy," Pam joked when his flaccid

cock finally slipped out of her cunt with the aid of his slippery cum.

"I'm the happy one," John observed.

"Yeah, he looks kinda happy," Pam mused as she lifted off his body and looked at his cum drenched cock.

"He's tired but happy," John allowed.

"Can't go any more," Pam said jokingly as she flipped his soft cock back and forth with her hand.

"Oh, Pam, please. Let me recover," John begged.

She

kissed the velvety soft cockhead getting a taste of his cum on her

lips. Her tongue snaked out to lick her lips and tease the head

playfully.

"You're a wicked woman," John growled feeling the light touches.

"You love it," Pam fired back between licks.

"Oh, god. I have to confess I do," John groaned as she sucked tenderly on just the head.

Pam

continued to suck and lick John's cock until she felt it start to stir

with life. Confident she could get him up again if she wanted, she sat

back to give him a break unless he chose to go on.

John

was up on his elbows watching her tease him. "Shouldn't we be thinking

about dinner," John said, observing the sun getting low.

"I guess, slacker," Pam said, pouting slightly at his begging off further sex.

"I promise once more before bed," John affirmed.

"Good," Pam said, smiling at him as she got up.

They

lit the fire and cooked the clams in the turtle shell with seawater.

Pam's success at gathering the clams meant they could just eat those for

dinner and save the smoked birds for later. They added some roots to

the soup also.

After

eating and cleaning up, they went for a swim before dark. The swim was

refreshing and allow them to clean the sweat and cum after the day's

activities from their bodies. Pam hadn't put her bikini back on after

John removed it, so he was treated to the constant sight of her nude

body as they swam. He loved to watch the water drip off her tanned form

as the setting sun made her skin glow and shimmer.

"God, you're beautiful," John told her at one point.

"You're not so bad yourself," Pam said smiling back.

"Besides, you won't think so when my tummy's out to here," Pam mentioned and gestured how big it would get.

"You'll be even prettier to me then," John claimed.

"Good," Pam said smiling and kissed him in the calm waves.

They

had brought towels to the beach. Most days they were there all the time

anyway, except on wash day. There weren't many of those though as they

either wore nothing or next to nothing all the time. Mostly, it was just

towels which they laid on now. The warm trade winds dried their bodies

as the sun dropped behind the other side of the island. They lay side by

side holding hands in the increasing starlight.

"John," Pam said.

"Yeah?"

"You really think we need to go?"

"I do, Pam," John declared.

"I love it here with you," Pam said.

"Me too, Pam. I wish we could stay like this forever, without a worry in the world," John agreed.

"It's so beautiful here. You really don't think we'll be safe?"

"I worry too much for yours and the baby's safety," John claimed.

"It could work, having the baby on the island, you know," Pam allowed.

"Yes, it very well could but it's not worth the risk. Besides, I worry equally about the coming hurricane season."

"Yeah, I suppose that's a real threat," Pam agreed.

"It is, Pam."

"When do we start building the raft then?"

"Tomorrow," John stated.

"Well,

we have tonight before we have to think about leaving this beautiful

island home of ours," Pam effused and rolled against him.

John

felt her distended nipples, probably from drying with the breeze, push

against his arm. "We have that, babe," John proclaimed.

Pam

kissed him passionately. They spent a long time kissing and holding

each other before Pam started working down his body. Her feather light

kisses ran from his neck to his nipples, down his belly, and to each

thigh. His cock began to react to her presence even before she ever

touched it. It was partially standing when she took him in her soft

little hand.

John

felt her blowing hot air onto his cock and got up on his elbows. He

watched her as she continued to do so and look at him. The moon and a

billion stars gave them enough light to see all they needed to. He could

see the corners of her mouth curl into a smile as she licked gently at

the rising, expanding head.

"What's so funny?" John questioned.

"I was just thinking how I'm going to get this guy hard and then torture him until he can't take anymore," Pam mused.

"Yeah, you're like the female black widow luring in the poor unsuspecting male," John observed with a chuckle.

"Yeah, good thing for you I don't eat my lover," Pam pronounced with a giggle.

"Not even a little?" John joked.

"Maybe some," Pam stated, then swallowed half his cock in one swift motion.

"Oh, fuck," John howled. "You are a black widow."

"Prepare to be eaten," Pam giggled around his cock in her mouth.

John

fell back against the towel and let her work on him. Her mouth was

incredibly skilled and she sucked him deliciously. She played with the

head first and then moved on to suck his balls. John liked that and

moaned as she took each one of his nuts into her mouth and sucked on

them.

"God, Pam," John groaned. "You do that so well."

She

finished with his balls and kissed and licked up the shaft. Her hands

were seldom idle as her mouth worked him like an artist of fellatio. She

looked up to his face as her tongue tortured the sensitive nerves on

the underside of the head.

"Oh, fuck, girl. You keep that up, I'm going to cum," John warned.

"I'm not going to let you do that until you've fucked me silly," Pam announced.

"Then swing around up here with that ass of yours. I want some too," John pleaded.

Pam

swung around to let him get at her cunt. She loved to sixty-nine and

they spent nearly hours sometimes sucking each other until John finally

had to cum. Pam was particularly good at bringing him close, knowing

when to back him down, and then revving him up again just short of

cumming. It was maddening but delicious at the same time for both of

them. John could usually make her cum two or three times while she

tortured him.

John

kissed around her beautiful bald sex. She kept it completely shaved

since they arrived on the island. He liked it that way and she did too.

He could smell her sweet aroma as he parted her lips and drove his

tongue home in her cunt. Pam groaned and then as repayment took his cock

to the root with her mouth and into her throat. John howled his

approval into her cunt.

Their

oral pleasures went on until John had sucked her clit and fingered her

cunt to two orgasms and had her little button too super sensitive to

continue. She rolled off him after the second climax and swung around.

Her lips were flush and pouty from sucking his cock for nearly an hour.

His cock was in a state of need so bad, pre-cum seemed to ooze in a

nonstop stream. Pam figured he could go right away and she wanted a

break too, so she just eased herself down onto him. She took him deep

and then just rested there.

"Mmmm; that feels so good inside me," Pam groaned aloud.

"I'll say," John growled.

"I'm just going to sit here a second," Pam said, but John felt her cunt muscles flex and grip his cock.

"Not fair," John gasped. "If you want me to last you won't do that again."

Pam kissed him and smiled down at his strained face, "What's the matter, big boy? You can't handle it," Pam chided.

"Not and fuck you silly," John freely admitted.

"Okay, I want that," Pam conceded.

They

kissed and pushed tongues into each other's mouth until both were ready

to continue. Pam started moving slowly on him and John let her do most

of the work. He hoped to make Pam cum at least once more before he had

to himself. At this pace, he felt he could hold out as Pam slowly worked

his cock inside her.

Pam

continued to move slowly, grinding her cunt down on him, which meant

she could get the stimulation she wanted to her clit but only tease him.

They had worked this routine many times before and John was satisfied

to let her get herself off on his cock before really fucking her hard.

When Pam got close, he would fuck up into her and push her over the

edge. He worked it again this way tonight and watched her shudder to a

nice orgasm on top of him. He loved to play with her tits as she came.

He also loved to watch them quiver as her orgasm racked her incredible

body.

"Mmmm, that was sweet," Pam dreamily said as she came back down from the climax.

"I love watching you cum," John claimed.

"Good, because I like doing it," Pam said jokingly.

She

squealed a little as he rolled her over onto her back. His stiff cock

never left her as he positioned himself to fuck her now. John started

slowly to give her a moment to recover. His own need was demanding

though so he didn't wait long. The slow grind had given him time to

relax a little from her earlier excellent blowjob. He began to fuck her

with long strokes.

"Oh, fuck, John," Pam gasped. "I love your big cock."

"Hold on for a good ride then," John groaned in response.

"Go for it, big boy! Fuck that cunt!" Pam exclaimed.

John

didn't need much encouragement but it didn't hurt either to hear her

want him to fuck her harder. He sped up and began to pound her with

quicker, longer strokes.

"Oh, geez; that a boy; pound that cunt harder," Pam encouraged.

"Take it, girl," John boasted and his cockhead battered her cervix on a few strokes.

"Oh, god, don't kill me or the baby," Pam moaned loudly.

John

backed off in penetration some but increased his speed. He brought Pam

to a mind-blowing orgasm in no time. He was too far gone now to stop and

continued to fuck her hard and steady. She climaxed and then hung with

him as he sought to get off too. It took him a few more minutes and

allowed Pam to recharge and meet him there, at the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"John; John, I'm cumming again!" Pam screamed.

"Ugh;” was all John could respond.

His

cock exploded like a cannon inside Pam. She could feel the hard pulses

of his expanding cock as it hosed her insides with hot cum, which only

added to Pam's already beautiful orgasm. He kept fucking into her until

his cock had fired several hot, hard blasts into her core. Pam clung to

him and her own juices washed over his cock, mixing inside her.

"Oh, god," Pam gasped.

"Ahh," John moaned as he stopped and let the last few pulses just happen inside her.

They

finished cumming together and then lay sated and perspiring with him

still on top of her. Their breathing was a series of rapid gasps, until

they could slow their heart rates and get air back in their lungs.

"Good god!" Pam finally grunted. "I think you planted that seed in my ovaries again."

"That was great," John growled, finally rolling to the side.

"I need to rinse off again," Pam stated.

"Me too," John agreed.

"Not just yet, though," Pam said, leaning over to hug and kiss him. "Man, you fuck me so good."

"You're a hot one too," John declared.

They

lay there for a while looking into the billions of stars twinkling

away. Eventually, they worked their way to the water's edge. John always

cautioned about swimming at night and, since his incident with the

stingray, Pam needed little encouragement to stay close to shore. They

splashed water on themselves and each other until they felt refreshed.

The

next morning, Pam woke and reached for John but he wasn't there. She

sat up, cleared her head, and then crawled out of their hut. She spotted

him sitting in the glowing morning sun on the beach doing something.

"What're you doing?" Pam asked, walking up behind him.

As

she sat down beside him, John showed her, "I'm trying to draw the raft

for dimensions and as a construction blueprint," John stated.

"Good idea," Pam agreed. "Too bad you don't have bigger paper."

All

he had were the crinkled dried pages from the plane of the old lady's

notebook she had kept in her purse. He was trying to fit everything onto

a three-by-five size sheet. She noticed he must have been up for a

while as he had a good start.

"What're these?" Pam asked.

"The cross supports," John said.

"John, how much is this thing going to weigh?" Pam astutely asked.

"Good thought. Here look at this," John said turning the page back. "I started with this."

"What is it?"

"A

slide we need to construct first to build the raft on. We'll need it to

push the raft down to the water's edge," John informed.

"Smart but that looks like it will take a while to build too and a good bit of bamboo."

"Yes,

you're right on both accounts. We might have to push the raft down to

the water and moor it there for the last part of the construction. That

way we can utilize the ramp then for the finishing work," John proposed.

"How long is this going to take?"

"I don't know. That's why it's good we are starting now."

"For sure," Pam agreed. "I'll make breakfast while you work."

"Thanks, babe," John said and kissed her.

John

worked the morning on drawing the plans while Pam cleaned up the

breakfast meal and collected bananas and roots. He was a little nervous

the first time he caught her climbing the banana trees with one of the

knives in her mouth. But when she insisted she could do it and he

watched her for a while, he found she could in fact scale the trees like

a tomboy.

In

the afternoon, they started cutting and collecting bamboo. John would

have killed for a saw and a tape measure but they would have to work

through that. He did have a screwdriver, a hammer, and an adjustable

wrench he found on the plane in a storage compartment in the luggage

hold. As they worked, he talked with Pam about things they might try to

strip from the plane to help like screws, seats, and wire for tying.

The

bamboo cutting was slow, tough work with just the screw driver, hammer,

and knives. Pam's hands soon got so sore and tired she could barely

help. That led into a discussion about another big job that she could

spearhead: the provisions they would need for the trip and what they

would bring. Water was the most critical. They would need as much of

that as they could package to take. Food was next but would undoubtedly

be almost all smoked fish, turtle, gull, and bananas. Their choices

were, of course, limited.

The

other thing Pam would have to consider is what else they would bring.

Clothes would be minimal but needed. They would need to pack utensils to

eat and make repairs if necessary. Lifejackets and rain protection were

other thoughts. Where and how they would store the food was another big

issue to address.

"You need to work within the structure of the plastic rafts," John told Pam.

"Are we using one for storage and one to live in like you said before?" Pam asked.

"That would seem logical, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I agree. I'll figure it out," Pam said.

She

went to leave to start working on her plans for what they would take.

But before she did, he loaded her up with bamboo to drag back, tied off

with a vine.

"Shit, this going to kill my hands further," Pam complained. "Get used to it, babe. We got a lot of work to do," John said.

"Okay, but you give me calluses and your other appendage isn't going to like it much," Pam razed him.

"Yeah, I suppose that's true," John agreed with a chuckle.

The

whole day was spent cutting and stacking bamboo. He dragged two big

loads back to the beach next to the smaller one Pam had dragged out.

Their harvesting of the bamboo was starting to deplete the supply,

especially of the mature pieces.

For

the next week, John worked on the ramp which would be used to push the

raft down to the sea. He was using a double runner idea for the ramp

where the large end planks of the raft would slide down the double

runners. He started high on the beach where the sandy ground was flatter

for the construction and then angled the ramp down the beach to the

water's edge.

Pam

helped him secure the ramp runners together with small vines and bury

them part way into the sand for added support. Notching the joints

together and fitting in the cross supports proved a challenge for John,

not only because of his limited tools, but because bamboo has a hard

outer bark yet a soft inner center. If he cut too deep he weakened the

joint. If he didn't, it might slip apart easily. The growth seams in the

bamboo sometimes fell in the worst spots too.

They

finally finished at the end of the week and stood back to admire their

work. It looked like they were trying to make a ski ramp more than a

boat launch but it looked like it would work.

"Not bad," Pam said, as they admired the ramp.

"Functional," John agreed.

"We ready to start the raft?" Pam asked.

"Yeah, we are," John stated.

"How

much longer is that going to take?" Pam asked, looking at the calluses

already forming on her hands along with some blisters and splinters.

"I'm guessing three more weeks," John answered.

"This is tough work," Pam said still looking at her hands.

"Let me feel," John offered.

He

took her small hands in his and felt her palms. The wonderful softness

was rapidly being replaced by tougher skin though his callused hands had

a hard time telling too much either. He smiled at her as he felt them.

"Getting rough," he razed.

"Want a handjob," Pam razed back.

"No, thanks," John replied with a smile.

"You're making a working woman out of me," Pam complained with a smirk.

"Don't get too big muscles," John said jokingly. "I like you the way you are."

"Funny, Popeye. You think you're going to be able to sail this thing when we're done. What do you know of sailing anyway?"

"Admittedly,

not much. I've crewed a little on some regattas back off Long Island

with friends that knew what they were doing. But I've never captained a

ship and especially not at sea."

"Great! I'm sailing off to who knows where with Captain Ahab," Pam bemused kiddingly.

"All

we should have to do is stay the course. That shouldn't be all that

tough," John proclaimed. "Besides, if it takes several days, you might

need to be captain too while I grab some sleep."

"Oh, geez! I hadn't thought of that," Pam exclaimed now realizing the fact.

"Well, time to get to it," John stated.

"Oh, please, John. Can't we rest a day?"

"I suppose we can take a little break," John agreed smiling.

Besides

normal food gathering activities, they did little that day other than

make love. Pam had not had her period so there was no doubt now she was

pregnant. She had never been three weeks late before so it had to be.

They

made love slow and tender. They took long leisurely pleasure in each

other. Pam and John spent time just lounging on the beach and taking

long walks all the way around the island. They held hands even though

there was no one else to notice. It was a great twenty-four hours and

then back to work.

Over

the next three weeks, John concentrated full time on the raft

construction while Pam did most of the hunting and gathering. She also

prepared most of the meals and he taught her how to smoke the extra

catch for taking with them. Pam worked diligently too on the packing

process for the rafts. She spent hours constructing baskets from fresh

green palm fronds which she would weave together. She taught herself how

to do it in a strong pattern of interwoven fronds.

The

raft started to take shape day after day. John had practically depleted

the bamboo stalks available. They would regenerate but it would take a

while, years possibly, to recover to how they had been.

John

had designed the raft with three large pieces of bamboo strapped

together on the outside edges of the bottom. With two pieces on top and

one as a runner below, the bamboo he hoped would function like pontoons,

keeping the raft up on the water rather than submerged. He and Pam

tested his theory while they could still lift the raft. It functioned as

he hoped and was actually quite seaworthy. Even with their weight on

it, it held the middle of the raft out of the water. However, John

wasn't certain if that would be true once they were weighted down with

the two plastic rafts and provisions.

The

laborious days dragged on and both of them were growing weary of the

constant work. They labored from dawn to dusk, day after day. Even their

lovemaking suffered as they were sometimes too exhausted to move. Pam

started feeling sick on some days. John watched her twice throw up her

breakfast right after she ate.

John

swore her breasts were getting bigger. He usually had a smile to

accompany his claim each time he mentioned it. Pam just leered at him

and told him to keep his hands off as they were aching too much.

And

so it went for another two weeks. It was towards the beginning of June,

they gathered from Pam's notches in the tree, that they finished all

but the packing. They had battled through two small storms and various

aches and pains but the raft was ready. It looked strong enough and

seaworthy enough but Pam especially was scared of the prospect of

boarding her and leaving their deserted island sanctuary.

The

little island had become their home. They had only lived there for

several months but the joys they shared and the trials and triumphs

seemed too numerous to have happened so quickly. The island, with all

its limitations to food and water, had still provided and they had lived

pleasantly so far. It would be hard to abandon their island paradise to

go back to civilization. Even though John was anxious to see his son,

hug him, and let him know he was still alive, the thoughts of the

carefree life style they shared gave them great joy. Leaving it brought

some trepidation.

John

caught Pam crying a couple times. He asked her what was wrong but she

just always put it off to hormones from the baby. They both knew it was

more though. They both felt it but held back talking about it much.

Their lives would be so much different back in society. Back to work and

school and obligations, routine, and structure. Unlike the basic

survival and endless hours of fun and leisure they had on their island

Eden.

One

of the last things they did on their island home was to celebrate Pam's

twentieth birthday. John treated her like royalty that day. She

couldn't do anything. He suspended work on the raft to feed her, bathe

her, and wait on her hand and foot like a queen. She was his pregnant

queen and lover. He spent hours pampering her and three times during the

day he made love to her. They were slow, easy sessions where each time

he would tease her orally to several wonderful orgasms. Then followed by

an equally slow, drawn out session of lovemaking designed to maximize

her pleasure. By the end of the day, Pam just wanted to hug him tight

and thank him for everything as they lay tangled together on the beach.

To be continued in part 7. By BlewWater69, for Literotica.