Gilligan noticed Ginger's outfit for the third date wasn't one of her gowns. Instead it was a tropical print neckless halter top with a lot of pink, yellow, and orange in it, and she wore the matching skirt. She had her hair up.

It was an outfit he'd seen many times, like most of her outfits, but he wasn't taking it for granted that night. He was now very aware of her exposed neck, leading to her exposed shoulders, and even her exposed upper chest. He tried not to stare at her cleavage, so he moved his eyes quickly down to her exposed stomach, but that was distracting, too.

He left his hut in a daze, hardly hearing the Skipper's wishes for a fun dance lesson. He couldn't wait to be alone with Ginger and neck with her again.

"You look great," he managed to say, when they were finally on their cane chairs.

"Thank you, Gilligan," she murmured, and then she teasingly pulled him closer by his tie, just like in the movies.

They kissed and necked, and when his hands started stroking not just her face and her hair but her shoulders, she purred, "Yes, Gilligan."

So he kept moving his hands down, one in front, one in back, till he was at the border between cloth and skin. His front hand could feel how soft and full her breasts were, just like he'd always imagined, when he'd let himself think about them.

"Mmm, Gilligan, you're so gentle! But you don't have to be shy. I want you to touch them."

"Yeah?" he whispered.

"Yes. Please caress them."

"OK!" His shyness and his eagerness were battling, so he wanted to impatiently strip off her top and reveal her entire chest, but he instead pulled the top down slowly.

"Oh, Gilligan, you tease!"

He thought that was funny coming from her, when she'd been dangling herself in front of him for years. But maybe she thought his hesitancy all this time was due to his teasing. That had never been his intention. But he suddenly wondered if she'd like to be teased on a whole new level.

So he whispered in her ear, "Do you like to be teased, Ginger?"

"Sometimes." She bit her lip.

He kissed her ear and very lightly stroked her halter top. She let out a shuddering gasp, but not of shock or horror.

He kissed down her neck to her shoulders, both hands playing with the front of her top. He let one hand linger for awhile and then he gasped himself at what he thought might he a hard nipple beneath the cloth. Skinny Mulligan had told him some about nipples, but Gilligan had never been sure how much was true.

"Maybe you don't need lessons after all." Ginger didn't sound as cool and poised as usual.

He straightened up and met her deep green eyes. "Ginger, tell me what you like."

"I like, I like the way you're moving in on them, not immediately taking my top off. And, um, I like my, my breasts cupped from underneath. My, my nipples teased. Outside clothes and then under, and finally exposed."

"You're not wearing, um?"

"A bra?" She smiled, a touch of the old vamping Ginger. "I hardly ever do on this warm island."

He let out a little moan. He'd been wondering about that for a long while. Ginger's outfits exposed so much of her shoulders and cleavage, he didn't know how a bra could be designed to reveal so much, although it might be possible in Hollywood. He assumed Mary Ann wore bras, but Gilligan could hardly ask her, or Ginger. In any case, both girls seemed to have nice, firm breasts, Ginger's larger but Mary Ann's perkier. Not that he usually ogled them, but he'd had time to unobtrusively notice in the course of three years.

"I'll wear a bra sometime so you can practice taking it off me. It's a very valuable skill to have."

He supposed it was, but right now the fewer layers of cloth she had up top, the better. "Thanks," he said, and cupped her chest from underneath.

They started French kissing again, but this time he played with her chest. There were no ties to undo, so he eased her top down slowly but smoothly with one hand, while the other hand stroked each inch of skin being exposed.

"Mmm, Gilligan," she sighed in his ear.

They necked again as both his hands stroked her breasts, marveling at their weight and softness, except for the two stiff points.

He loved kissing and necking, but he had to see her breasts after wondering about them so long. He kissed down to her shoulders and kept going.

"Wow!" he gasped. Her breasts were paler than the rest of her skin, a light pink that was almost alabaster. The nipples were a dark pink bordering on tan. The curves of her chest were even more amazing without her shape-hugging clothes, especially with his eyes so close to them. "Beautiful," he murmured.

"Oh, Gilligan," she sighed.

"Can I kiss them?" he asked and then wanted to bite his tongue. That was much too bold a request.

But she cried, "Yes!", so he did. Softly, tenderly at first, unable to believe this was happening.

She did give him some instructions, but less coherently than usual. And she stroked his hair very tenderly.

This went on for awhile and then he got a crick in his neck.

"Put your head in my lap," she suggested, so he did.

She rubbed his neck for awhile and he stroked her soft but fit stomach.

Then she leaned over him, dangling her breasts, and he flicked out his tongue at one.

"Ooo, Gilligan!"

He licked and kissed and eventually sucked that breast, till she was softly crying his name. Then he repeated the process on the other breast. This time she urged him on by pulling his hair, not hard but enough to excite him even more. And now she called him "naughty Gilligan," which he liked. He did feel naughty, sharing this delicious secret with her.

When he rested, his head still in her lap, his hands caressing her stomach, she said, "Gilligan, you're a natural at this, but I'll teach you some finesse when I'm feeling calmer."

"Finesse?"

"Yes, like some more specific moves, like how to move the, the nipple around with your fingers and tongue."

He sat up. "Can you show me tonight?"

She laughed. "Rome wasn't built in a day you know."

"But you're Cleopatra," he said, remembering another play the castaways put on.

She looked like she was considering various replies, but she softly kissed his mouth. He tried to match the tenderness of that kiss, but it wasn't long before they were French kissing and he was fondling her luscious breasts again.