A/N: This is a one-shot offering describing the meeting Ginger and Mary Ann have in their hut before they retire for the evening to be spent with their respectivve boyfriends, Professor Roy and Gilligan. Of course, I do not own any of these characters-that bespeaks to the brillance of Mr. Sherwood Schwartz, himself, who marvelously crafted this fine, enduring TV series. You are welcome to read this on your own volition on its own...and/or you can incorporate it between Chapters 6 and 7 of my maiden FanFiction voyage, The Soul of Mary Ann. Enjoy!
Following their hearty meal together with the other castaways, Ginger and Mary Ann returned together to their hut to prepare for their respective evenings. This was the first time they had alone togehter since Ginger and her Professor Roy had had their talk with Gilligan. Things were discussed around the table…but Mary Ann had wanted to bring a few things up, to Ginger, privately, away from the others.
"I wanted to talk with you, if you have a minute," Mary Ann asked Ginger.
"Yes…about what?' Ginger asked.
"About your talk with Gilligan this afternoon." Mary Ann answered.
'What about it?" Ginger responded.
"I was walking by the Professor's hut while you were all inside, and I could not help but overhear how upset Gilligan was, in bringing up some things from earlier on since we've been on the island," Mary Ann said.
"Yes, it was a conversation we needed to have so we could clear the air so that, going forward, we could all truly be together without any further animosity," Ginger told her roommate. Though she had come to love Mary Ann like a little sister, growning closer to her in their years on the island, it was only recently, when Kincaid happenend, that Ginger suddenly saw her roomie's boyfriend in a new light. Also, with this newfound respect for Gilligan, it would be easier for the two women to share one another's support, knowing they both were on the island with the respective men they each loved.
As Mary Ann removed her black flats, blue gangheim dress and slip, while moving into Professor Roy's old blue dress shirt, which she used as a nightshirt, she continued talking.
"Good, because now that he is with me, I want you to be sure that you show him the open respect he has always had for you, that you also have had with me," Mary Ann said.
"Honey, I already am," Ginger said, as she slid out of her gown, removed her bra and panties, and into a short, leopard robe—a sign that she was about to spend the night with her Professor Roy in his hut—which just came down past her ample white hips yet were still above her knees. "Roy and I had a wonderful talk with William today and we discussed a lot of things which needed discussing and said a lot of things which needed saying. Yes, tears were shed by all of us…a lot of hurt feelings came about…yet in the end…we all came together."
"Good," Mary Ann retorted, having shed some tears of her own when inadvertingly listening in earlier that very day, "because I want to make sure that we all stay together, too. Not just as couples…but as a group, as well. We all need to do right by my William. And I, for one, intend to do just that." Mary Ann had intended to follow-up Ginger with a what-kind-of-things-were-said kind of query, but declined, knowing that she had overheard some of what was said, b/w all which Skipper had filled her in on already, anyway.
"So will I, darling," Ginger said, as she sat at her vanity table, crossing her thick, white thighs, with a sparkling smile—a mixture of happiness in her own happiness with Roy and her bonding with Gilligan, which was all genuine and sincere. "So, are you going to be listening to the radio this evening?"
"I think so. Why?" Mary Ann asked, sitting down on the side of her bed, crossing her honey-tanned, thick thighs together, with her ankles pulled together, as she removed the ribbons from each of the pigtails she often wore on the sides of her head, letting her long, brunette hair flow down past her shoulders.
"Because there is going to be some good music on tonight that I think we're going to enjoy," Ginger confessed, as she sat down at her vanity table while continuing her conversation with Mary Ann via the reflection in the mirror.
"We?", Mary Ann suddenly queried.
"Yes, sweetie. I have a feeling we are all in for a very interesting evening," Ginger said with a sly smile.
"Have you been listening to Rocky Soul overnight on KHSL-FM radio, too?" Mary Ann asked with a very sideway look towards the statesque redhead.
"Yes, we have," admitted Ginger, referring to her and her boyfriend, Professor Roy, as the music did add to their fervent lovemaking. Hence a further reason why she puts nothing on underneath her leopard-print mini robe: so she can instantly disrobe and get right to making love with her man whenever they are together. Both she and Roy have come to enjoy listening to the music on the station themselves. "We overheard the two of you playing Aretha Franklin's new single one night…so we tuned on the radio to see what you and William were listening to…loved the song right away…and we were off and loving!"
"Oh, really? You don't say?" Mary Ann said with an agape smile on her face…as if she felt like laughing.
"Yes. And we are now regular listeners during the overnight hours," Ginger admitted while brushing her thick, long, red hair. "And as I understand, Aretha's new album on Atlantic Records is supposed to be the showcase this evening. Roy and I will be definitely tuning in. And I bet you and William will be listening, too."
""Yes, William and I will be listening," Mary Ann promised. "We both love Aretha's single and if this new album is anything like that first release, I bet it is going to be great!"
"And if that album has any other songs to make love to, then this will truly be another night to remember," Ginger said, winking her right eye while spraying some perfume around her ears and cheeks to prepare to spend the night with her loving boyfriend.
"Well, when it comes to spending evenings with my boyfriend, with great music like Aretha's, I look forward to that," Mary Ann said. However, William and Mary Ann, whenever together, both listen to the radio at different times of the day—AM more so during the daytime, FM during the evenings whenever they get together alone, which, recently, was becoming more of a frequent occurrence.
"Me, too," Ginger said.
On that note, as Ginger got up from her vanity table, Mary Ann got up from her bed and walked over towards the movie star. Upon approach, when the two women came together, Mary Ann reached up and placed her hands on Ginger's face cheeks, whereas the taller woman, on instinct, reached down and did the same to Mary Ann's face cheeks. From there, the two women gave each other a quick kiss on the lips—further sealing their bond with one another, as Ginger had already done earlier with her roommate's first mate boyfriend. Unbeknownst to Ginger, Mary Ann had tasted Ginger's coral red lipstick on William's lips earlier that day after the meeting, in which Ginger and William had kissed at the end. No words were exchanged between the women, though. In fact, in exchanging this kiss, Mary Ann had acknolwedged that she knew what Ginger did, and did not hold it against her, at all. Instead, after a brief nod of acknowledgement between the two women, who loved each other like sisters, each standing watery eyed, a close-eyed tender hug followed for a moment. Mary Ann rested her head against Ginger's large breasts, which felt soft like twin pillows, given the five-inch height difference between the taller entertainer and the shorter farm girl. Ginger, in turn, stoked Mary Ann's loose, raven-colored hair, sneaking a kiss into the crown of the her head. Both women sneaked quiet tears out of their respective eyes. Tears acknowledging the love they each had for William—as a boyfriend (Mary Ann) and a brother (Ginger). Afterward, the two women departed for the evening.
"Good night, little sister," Ginger said, before turning to head for the door en route to her boyfriend Roy's hut for a fabulous night together.
"Good night, big sister," Mary Ann said, crossing her thick, sepiaized thighs at the knee, as she sat back down and prepared for bed, rubbing some cocoa butter onto her smooth, honey-tanned legs, going up and down onto both her thighs, calves, and feet, as she prepared for a night with her beloved William.