After they finished their supper of fish and vegetables, Gilligan looked at her as if he was wondering if they were going to get intimate again. She blushed because she'd been wondering the same thing.

They "made their bed," one roll on top of the other, then Gilligan slipped in between. Mary Ann was still sitting and he looked at her face, waiting but not speaking. She hesitated and then took off her top.

"Gee, you sure are pretty, Mary Ann."
"Thank you, Gilligan," she said softly.

"I like you're bizarre."

"What?" She must've misheard him.

"Your bazaar," he repeated carefully.

She smiled but didn't laugh. "It's called a brassiere, bra for short."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's OK." She hesitated again and then said, "Would you like me to take it off?"

"Oh boy!"

She smiled and then unhooked her bra.

"Oh, girl!"

She laughed and then took her bra off. Gilligan's eyes got wide, like he was looking at a coconut cream pie, or two coconut cream pies.

"Wow!"

"Would you like to touch them, Gilligan?"
"Really?"

"Of course." She was both amused and moved by his shyness. She couldn't imagine any other groom being like this on his honeymoon. And she was glad that he wasn't so shy that he would refuse to touch her.

He reached up and carefully started stroking her breasts. Even more than his caresses that morning, his strokes sent happy shivers all through her.

She glanced at the crotch of his bellbottoms and saw the bulge swell. She really was curious about it, but it seemed best to do things gradually.

Then he surprised her by asking, "Can I kiss your chest?"

She nodded. "I'd like that." She leaned over him and he held one breast in his hand again but this time he brought it towards his mouth. His kisses were as gentle as his touches.

When she let out a little moan, he asked, "I'm sorry, am I hurting you?"

"No, Gilligan, that was a happy moan. That feels really good."

He smiled. "I want you to feel good."

"Thank you."

After awhile, he switched to her other breast. She felt a little guilty that she wasn't bringing him as much pleasure as he was bringing her, but she could see that he was very happy and seemed like he could do this all night.

She decided to lay down next to him so that she could kiss his mouth. He caressed her breasts as they kissed, and then after awhile they started necking. She thought of all the boys back in Kansas who'd tried to get her into haystacks and backseats of cars to do this, but she was glad she had waited for Gilligan. She would rather not have waited eight years, but better late than never.

Gilligan pulled away suddenly. "Mary Ann, I'm sorry, but I need to stop or go in the water."

"I don't want you to do either."

"You don't understand. This really gets to me when we do this. I mean it feels great but it's also driving me crazy."

She bit her lip and then decided that she needed to help him. "Gilligan, do you ever touch yourself?"
"Of course. How else could I brush my teeth or my hair?"

"No, I mean, well, below the waist."

"Yeah, every time I tie my shoes."
"Gilligan."

"Oh, uh, you mean." He looked down at his crotch. "Um, yeah, sometimes. Until it goes back to normal."

"Well, would you like me to touch it?"
"Touch it? I still can't believe you even want to see it!"

She smiled. "Well, I do."

"OK, but don't say I didn't warn you." He undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. And then, clumsily because they were in a canoe and maybe because he was embarrassed, he took down and off his jeans.

She could see that he was wearing boxer shorts that were straining at the front. Part of her was flattered of course and part of her felt sorry for him. Well, she would try to turn his frustration into something pleasant. She had no experience at this of course, and Ginger wasn't around to ask, but Mary Ann would do her best.

"Should I take off my shorts, too?"

"Not just yet."

She kissed him and he kissed back. He was definitely getting more relaxed about kissing. He'd made a lot of progress in the last week. She thought of when his hair had turned white and she had decided to tell him she loved him, in order to make him feel young again. She hadn't really thought about the consequences, what would happen once he was back to normal. A confession of love wouldn't have been easy to retract. But he seemed to barely take in her words. Then she'd kissed him. He'd told her he could feel his arteries hardening. Well, this wasn't an artery this time.

She moved her hand over to his crotch, which was very warm.

"Mary Ann!" he gasped.

"It's OK, Gilligan. Unless you don't want me to touch you," she teased.

"No, I do, but, oh, golly!"

She smiled at his vocabulary, as innocent and as eager as he was. Then she clasped him through his shorts.

His eyes got big again. "Oh, Mary Ann, you're amazing!"
"Thank you, Gilligan," she said again. "Can I put my hand inside your shorts?"

"Yeah!"
So she did. His member was solid but flexible. It was going to be a lot of fun to play with. And someday, when they were both ready, it would give her a great deal of pleasure.

"See how weird it is?"

"Oh, Gilligan, I think it's wonderful!"

"You do?"

"Yes, Gilligan. All of you is wonderful." She kissed him and then began stroking and playing with him.

"Oh, Mary Ann, you're the wonderful one!" He started necking with her and playing with her breasts. And he came a minute later.