Copyright 1999, by Rachel Roquelaure

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Prequel: Johnny’s Day Off

Rated: NC-17

It's The Seventies

by Rachel Roquelaure

"Good morning, honey." Roy said as he walked into the kitchen to see Joanne setting the table for two.

"Good morning." Joanne replied as she walked over and kissed him.

"Where's the kids?" Roy asked.

"Johnny took them out to breakfast, then they're going to look at an apartment with him on Skycrest Avenue and then he's taking them over to the station . . . I'm going to pick them up there." she replied with a smile.

"That's a pretty ritzy part of town, I doubt he'll be able to afford it . . . He lost nearly everything in that fire, he must be getting pretty desperate to look over there." he said as she let him go and she walked over to the

refrigerator.

"Bacon and eggs or flapjacks?"

"Which ever." Roy replied with a smile as he set down at the table.

"Roy, I've got a great idea!" Joanne exclaimed as she walked over to the table.

"What?"

"Why don't we turn the garage attic into an apartment for Johnny? . . . I mean he's more like family now, then just your partner . . . Jen and Chris love him to death--"

"He'll spoil them rotten." Roy said with a hearty laugh.

"Does that mean yes?" Joanne asked.

"I'll talk to Johnny."

*

"Uncle Johnny, I like it." A little, ten year old girl with sandy-blond hair said as she grabbed his hand.

"Me too, Uncle Johnny . . . Me too." A small, seven year old boy with the same sandy-blond hair chirped up.

"Jenny, Chris, I do too . . . But the rent's a little high for a Paramedic." Johnny replied as he stared off the apartment's large terrace at the never-ending tranquil, Pacific.

"For you and me both." A soft, female voice touched Johnny's ears.

Johnny instantly turned to see a breathtaking, voluptuous brunette standing and the apartment manager behind them.

"Pam . . . Pamela Stanley." she introduced herself with a coy smile as she carelessly looked him over.

*I don't believe this, she's stripping down with her eyes . . . And my god, it's turning me on . . . Ice, ice . . . Think ice* Johnny thought, frantically. "A . . . Johnny . . . Paramedic Johnny Gage." he stammered.

"Uncle Johnny." Jenny said, but Johnny didn't hear her as he gawked at Pam.

"Want to split the rent and share? . . . I'm in class most of the time, so you'll have plenty of privacy." Pam asked as she tossed her hair back and blinked her big blue eyes.

"Sure . . . Why not, it's the seventies." Johnny replied with his flirtatious, crooked grin.

"You two want it?" The apartment manager asked as he produced the lease.

"Yes." Johnny and Pam replied at the same time.

"Uncle Johnny." Jenny said, tears welled up in her eyes as she watched them read, signed the lease and took the keys. *But I'm Uncle Johnny's girl* she thought as the tears streamed down her cheeks. "Johnny Gage, I wanna go home . . . I wanna go home, now." she screamed and ran out of the apartment.

*

"Pam, I don't believe you're new roomie's a man." A red-headed, young woman exclaimed as they climbed in Pam's car. "What are you going to tell your folks?"

"I'm not . . . And neither are you." Pam replied, sternly.

"Fine . . . Fine . . . But sooner or later, they're going ask about your new roomie and then what're you gonna do?" the young woman argued.

"I don't know!" Pam exclaimed. "Sheila, I'll just have cross that bridge when I come to it."

"Pam, I just think you should think about this more . . . I mean, just what do you know about this guy?" Sheila asked.

"Only that his name's Johnny Gage and a nice guy . . . Look, he's a Paramedic, so he works a lot and I'm always in class or something, so we'll be like two ships passing in the night--"

"But what will you do if the other ship, wants to bump instead of pass in the night?" Sheila interrupted with a wicked smile.

"Sheila Ann Parker!" Pam imitated there Mother's dismayed parent voice with a hearty burst of laughter. *It'll never happen, I know the heartaches that loving a fireman brings . . . I remember, Mom crying buckets* she thought.

*

The drive to Station 51 had been short and quite as Jenny pouted, while Johnny tried to figure out what had made her cry as Chris rambled on about the passing cars.

"At least, tell me what I did?" Johnny asked as he parked his jeep in the station's lot.

Jenny just hopped out of the jeep and stormed into the apparatus bay.

"Well, fine . . . But if you don't tell me what I did, I can't fix it." Johnny said as he and Chris followed her in.

"I know . . . Uncle Johnny, I know." Chris said with a grin.

"Shut up, Christopher DeSoto!" Jenny ordered at the top of her lungs.

"What's going on out here?" Roy asked as he, Joanne, Captain Stanley, Mike, Marco, Chet and all the guys from A shift ran in.

"I've been trying to figure that out for twenty minutes." Johnny replied as he leaned against the squad.

"Jenny's just mad because Uncle Johnny gonna live with his new girlfriend." Chris said.

"I hate you, Christopher DeSoto . . . I hate you." Jenny screamed as she sank to the floor in tears.

*A crush, so that's what wrong* Johnny thought.

Joanne started to walk over and pamper her daughter, but suddenly stopped as Johnny knelt down.

"Jenny, I'd never let another girl come between me and my little sweetheart." Johnny said as he rubbed her arm.

"But she's very pretty, and all her bumps are in the right places." she replied.

"True . . . But I bet she can't climb trees, put together train tracks or play baseball and she'd probably pitch a fit if she broke a nail." Johnny said with a smile, causing Jenny to jump up and hug him. "Now, you got to

apologize to Chris and go to Mom and Dad, so I can change . . . Before your Uncle Hank puts me on report."

"I love you, Uncle Johnny." Jenny whispered.

"I love you too, Sweetheart." Johnny replied and getting up, he quickly went to the locker room.

"So, you're moving in with a woman." Chet said as Johnny walked into the kitchen, a few minutes later to see Captain Stanley, Mike, Roy, Marco and Chet setting at the table.

"Yeah, with all her bumps are in the right places." Roy said with a chuckle.

"Hey now, Roy, I have no ideal where she heard that." Johnny replied.

"I do, and I'm having a talk with Michael when I get home . . . I swear we may have to shoot him for the safety of all women, before he turns fourteen." Captain Stanley said.

"So, is this Pam as hot as Jen said?" Marco asked.

"Marco, she's a eight alarm." Johnny replied with a broad grin.

"And you think you can handle her, all alone." Chet said.

"Chester, grow up. She's a Student, so she always in class or something and I work a lot . . . It'll be platonic." Johnny replied as he walked over to the counter and poured himself some coffee.

"Platonic." Chet exclaimed.

"You heard me." Johnny said.

"He heard you, he just couldn't believe his ears." Roy said as he, Captain Stanley, Mike, Marco and Chet burst into laughter.

"Ha, ha, ha." Johnny retorted.

*

Four mornings later, Johnny bruised his shoulder, while rescuing a boy in fire and a day off was ordered by Doctor Brackett.

*I'm going to get a sandwich and go to bed* Johnny thought as he walked into his apartment to see Pam setting on the sofa, talking on the phone in a tiny, bright pink, bikini and a pair matching high-heels. *Forget the sandwich and bed . . . I need a cold shower.* he thought as he absentmindedly watched her massaging her leg in one of the many mirrors, she had hung throughout the apartment.

"Sheila, don't worry . . . Johnny's a nice guy . . . No, he hasn't tried anything . . . Listen, Sheila, I have to go . . . Ok . . . I will, bye." Pam said and hanging up, she heard him groan as he painfully started working off

his jacket. "Here let me help . . . What happened?" she asked as she walked over and helped him take off the jacket.

"It's just a bruised shoulder--" Johnny trailed off as he turned and found himself right up against her. *Jeez* he thought as his heart begin to pound.

"If you're hungry, I can fix something . . . I'm a pretty good cook." Pam said with a smile.

"A . . . Don't . . . Don't bother, I'm gonna take a shower and then I'll . . . just grab a sandwich or something before turning in." he replied as he suddenly realized how aroused he was getting and quickly headed to his

bedroom, but froze as he saw the wet paint sign on his bedroom door and remembered the Apartment Manager was suppose to paint. *Great, the sofa-bed* he thought.

"It's no bother." she sighed as she watched him turn and walk into the bathroom. *I won't . . . I won't fall for . . . A . . . A fireman. No matter how nice . . . Or gorgeous Johnny Gage is* she thought as she turned and

went into the kitchen.

. . .

Twenty minutes later, Johnny climbed out of the shower and was just beginning to dry off when he heard a loud crash in the kitchen. He quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and ran into the kitchen, nearly tripping on the sofa-bed which had been unfolded and the sheets turned down.

"Pam . . . Don't move, you may have broken something." Johnny gasped as he saw her setting on the floor groaning and quickly knelt down to check her.

"I don't think I broke anything." she replied and started to get up.

"I'm the Paramedic here . . . So, just stay still and me check you out." Johnny said. "Now, where does it hurt?"

"My thigh and hip." Pam replied and Johnny immediately started feeling upward from her knee for broke bones. *Don't . . . Don't get turned on . . . Oh, those . . . those hands* she thought as his hands moved higher and higher until he was ever so close to her sweltering nether region. "Johnny." she moaned.

"I don't think anything's broke-- My God, you're beautiful . . . I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." he sighed as he looked up into her big blue eyes.

"Why, didn't you mean it?" Pam replied, cleverly.

"Every word and more, but you're a nice girl and here I am in a towel telling you how beautiful you are--"

"Johnny Gage, I'm not girl . . . I'm a woman with a woman's needs and right now, I need you." Pam interrupted and enthusiastically pressed lips, tightly against his.

"Ah, Pam, we . . . We . . . We shouldn't--"

"Shh . . . Do you want me?" She whispered as she urgently begin kissing his neck and ripped off his towel. "Why, Johnny Gage!" she exclaimed as she saw how well endowed he was.

"Yes . . . Oh, yes . . . All of . . . All of you." He moaned in scintillating mixture of pleasure and pain as Pam rubbed down his bruised shoulder, his bare chest to fondle his engorged manhood and playfully nibbled his adam's-apple.

"Johnny, take me . . . Take me now?" She begged.

Johnny instantly grabbed her and with a flinch of pain he tore off her bikini, he slowly kindled the flames of passion by gently caressing her neck, back, ribs, hips and thighs. "Stand up." Johnny said as he pulled away and stood up.

"What's wrong?" She asked as she stood up.

Johnny only smiled and without delay threw her over his good shoulder.

"Johnny." Pam shrieked with laughter as he carried her into the living room and deposited her across the sofa-bed.

Johnny immediately climbed over her and passionately kissed down her neck to suckle each of her enormous, firm breast as he eagerly inflamed the soft, drenched folds of her nether region.

"Oh, Please . . . Johnny, now." She begged as he gently slid his fingers in and out of her.

Johnny quickly moved his hand and prepared to carefully enter her, but suddenly Pam threw him to his back and setting up right, she thrust him into her.

"Oh, harder . . . Faster, Johnny, faster . . . Ah, ahh . . . Oh, yes . . .

yes . . .yeesss--"

Suddenly the sofa-bed let out a loud pop and folded up.

THE END