Gilligan was dreaming of Mary Ann, definitely not for the first time. Sometimes she was in his dreams but not the center of them. She might be ugly, like in his vampire dream, or she might be beautiful, like in his Wild West dream, or she might even be sexy, like in his Jack & the Beanstalk dream. (That French maid's uniform!) And there were the dreams where she was the center. They'd kiss and touch and it would be wonderful, except of course it would put him in that condition.

This dream was different. In this one, he was in the condition while they were hugging and kissing, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to like it!

"Gilligan?"

Uh oh, that seemed to be real life, not his dream. He reluctantly woke up and found that he was cuddling up against her, his front to her back. And his condition was pressed against her short-shorts! But what was she doing in his hammock?

Then he remembered. He was in the canoe, Day Six. And after all those nights of carefully trying to sleep facing away from her, he seemed to have rolled over during the night.

"Gilligan, are you awake?"

He thought of pretending he wasn't, like he sometimes did with the Skipper, when the Skipper had a job for him or wanted to talk about something Gilligan didn't want to talk about. But it was one thing to fool someone in the hammock under you and another to fool the person wrapped in the same bedrolls.

"Uh, yeah."

"I wondered, because you seem, well, excited."

Excited? Mostly he felt scared, worried that she'd be mad at him for touching her when he was in this condition. "No, not really."

"Gilligan, it's OK. I'm flattered. In fact, I was starting to wonder."

"Wonder?"

She rolled over to face him. "Gilligan, again, I don't know what your father or the Skipper or anyone has told you. But this is normal."

"This?"

She glanced down at his crotch, and he could feel himself blushing.

"Oh, that. Normal?"

"Yes, it happens to all men."

"It does?" He'd never realized. Why were other men so comfortable around women then? Maybe it was that they knew it was normal, while he'd thought it was just his weird condition.

She smiled, so sweetly. "Yes, that's what I've heard. Not that I've ever seen it." Now she blushed.

"Oh, you wouldn't want to see it!" He shuddered at the idea. "I mean, I'm used to it and I still think it looks all weird when it gets swollen."

Still blushing, she said, "Actually, Gilligan, I would like to see it sometime."

"You would?" Gosh, she was nice! He would've thought a girl would've been too squeamish to look at it, but he knew she was just saying that because she was his friend. Well, more than a friend now.

"Yes, I would. But first, would you like to see my, my chest?"

He felt like he was going to faint, even though he was lying down. "Mary Ann, that's not going to help my condition!"

She laughed softly. "Well, no, not right away. But since you're already, well, in that condition, there can't be any harm. Unless you don't want to see it."

"I would love to see it!" he shouted and then clapped his hand over his mouth.

She smiled. "Gilligan, nobody can hear you."

"I forgot. But I didn't mean to shout at you." He whispered, "Can I really see it?"

"Of course, Gilligan. We are married after all."

"Oh, right. But, wait, if you take off some of your clothes, won't that drain our energy?"

"Not right away. We'll do this step by step."

"OK. Whatever you say. You know more about this than I do."

"Not from experience. I've never taken off my clothes in front of a man before, except of course a doctor."
Gilligan suddenly wished he had a medical degree.

"But I would like to take off my blouse in front of you. If you'd like me to."

He couldn't speak, so he just nodded fervently. She smiled and sat up. She took off her top and he could see her in one of those undergarments that he'd sometimes see Ginger hanging up when she did the laundry. It was white with a bit of lace, and it wasn't as revealing as a bikini top but he knew it was more intimate. He thought it looked much better hugging her chest than it did drying in the breeze.

"Well, Gilligan?"

"Gee, you're pretty, Mary Ann!" he blurted out.

"Thank you," she said softly. Then she lay down next to him and kissed him.

His condition was getting worse than ever, but in a way he didn't mind. At least she didn't seem to mind it, and he could jump in the water now without having to explain. Then she held his hand, which was nice and didn't get him more "excited." At least not until she moved the hand onto her chest!

"Mary Ann!"

She kissed his cheek. "It's OK, Gilligan. Relax."

"But I don't know what to do. Do you want me to hold them? Should I use both hands?"

She smiled. "Let's just start with one. There are a few different things you can do."

"Like what?" He felt scared and nervous but also, well, excited.

"Well, to begin with, you can cup it in your hand from underneath."

"OK." He moved his hand under one of her, gulp, one of her breasts and then carefully curved his fingers to try to match the shape.

"Mmm, that's nice."
"Yeah," he breathed.

She smiled. "I like how gentle you are."

"Of course I'm gentle, Mary Ann. You're a girl!"

She laughed. "Yes. And you're a very sweet boy."
"Thank you. What should I do now?"

"I'd like it if you could keep holding me like that but stroke back and forth with your thumb."

"OK." He did, his thumb almost reaching to the part with the bare skin. He looked at her face and she was smiling in a way he'd never seen before, sort of nervous and contented at the same time. "Is this OK?"

"It's wonderful!" she breathed.

"Can I touch the part in the middle?" he got up enough courage to ask.

"My cleavage?"

"Yeah, that." She didn't show it off as much as Ginger did, but then Ginger was shyer about showing off her stomach and legs. This just made him more curious about Mary Ann's cleavage though.

"I'd like that," she said softly.

So he slowly moved his hand over and onto the uncovered middle part. Now he could touch both breasts at once, as well as the valley between them. He and Mary Ann both sighed happily and then smiled at each other.

Then they kissed and hugged, leaving his one hand between them. Her hand joined it and moved it into the undergarment. What was it called? Oh yeah, her bazaar. He gasped at how very soft her skin was, except for the little bump at the front, which was surprisingly hard. And then he felt her heart beating against his hand. It was amazing! He had no words to tell her this, so he used his mouth for more kissing.

In a way he wanted to do this all day, but he didn't know how much longer he could stand it. His jeans felt very tight and he didn't want to take them off in front of her, not yet. Also, they should probably do some paddling, since the whole reason they were out in the canoe was to rescue themselves and their friends.

"Gilligan," she said in a shaky voice, "maybe this is something we should explore more at night."

He nodded. "Yeah. Uh, if you don't mind, I'm going to take a quick dip."

She smiled as if she understood. She sat up and splashed some water onto her face, as if she needed to cool off, although it was still early in the morning.