"A lemon?" Ginger held up the small yellow fruit and wondered if the Professor was joking.
"Yes, the citric acid can work as a spermicide, either applied to a sponge, or with the rind as a sort of cervical cap."
"Gee, I don't know, Roy."
"I'm also working on a prophylactic similar to when I invented glue, but I haven't yet found a way to turn it into rubber that would withstand the friction of intercourse."
She tried not to laugh. "Anything else?"
"Well, the ancient Egyptians believed that the stone of the date palm could prevent contraception."
"Then maybe we should have a date," she said, batting her eyelashes.
"Uh, yes."
She took his hand and led him deeper into the jungle. The cool evening breezes caressed them as they walked. They'd eaten dinner. The Howells were in their hut and probably wouldn't come looking for them till morning. The night belonged to her and the Professor, Roy. She still called him "the Professor" in her mind, but she was getting used to the change of name, and other changes in their relationship.
They hadn't gotten as physical as they had the night of the night-light, but they had kissed with their clothes on. After all, they'd done that for years. They'd talked about how they would need to save doing more for a time and place when they could be alone. There was still no report on the radio about Mary Ann and Gilligan being rescued, so there was no telling how much longer their own rescue would take. For now she and the Professor were on the island, and she had to admit there was no more romantic spot on earth.
They'd agreed that their first time, and maybe the times after that, would not be in either of their huts, because they didn't want the Howells to hear them. And they didn't want to be out in the open, because of sudden rainstorms and wild animals. So they were going to a cave that he had checked out in advance, to make sure it was bat-free.
"You're still not dressed for spelunking," he told her as they headed towards the nearest date palm.
"Professor, what you said!" she playfully scolded, thinking how much her vocabulary had grown since she'd known this man. Then she giggled. "You made such a cute mole, and bat!"
"Thank you. I am an expert at bat anatomy."
"What about human anatomy?"
"I'm afraid I need more practical observation."
"I'd be a willing assistant. And subject."
"Good, because I want to learn you thoroughly." He gave her a long, lingering kiss, then they continued their walk.
They reached a palm tree and he joked, "Too bad Gilligan isn't around to climb it for us."
She nodded. Gilligan was like a monkey in some ways. "Can we use any of the dates from the ground?"
"That should be fine. The main thing is the stone."
"Will I have to swallow it whole?"
"No, I brought a mortar and pestle, so I can mash it up."
"Thank you," she said. She didn't think the taste would be very good, but it was worth it to be safe. And maybe she could put lemon juice on it to change the taste.
She picked up a date from the ground, one that looked like it was still fresh, and handed it to him. He thanked her and peeled off the fruit. Then he ground the stone up. "The lemon please." He'd had the same thought as she had, and he squeezed some juice out. Then he added water and stirred.
"I'm sorry you have to be the one to swallow this concoction," he said as he poured it all into a small cup he'd brought along as well.
She shrugged. "It could be worse." She drank it down. It did taste strange, and she shuddered, but then she smiled at him. "It's better than the soap we had to eat when we had those radioactive vegetables."
"Well, good."
"How long till it takes effect? And how long will it last?"
"Immediately and for roughly 24 hours, respectively."
"Then let's go to the cave."
So they did. To her pleasant surprise, she saw that he'd put blankets and pillows on the floor, as well as candles in niches in the wall.
"It's lovely," she murmured.
"No need to tease me, Ginger. I know you deserve a suite in the finest hotel. But this is all I can offer you right now."
"I mean it. It's perfect. And even if it weren't, I'm here with you and that makes it perfect."
"Well, thank you." She knew he wasn't comfortable with compliments, either giving or receiving. So she didn't pursue it.
He lit the candles and then turned to face her, but she turned her back on him. "Could you help me with the zipper on this gown?" She didn't really need help, since she'd learned to make quick costume changes when she acted in the theater. But she liked the idea of him helping her to undress.
"Oh, yes, of course." He came over and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. He buried his nose in her neck, murmuring about her perfume, although this time she was sure that wasn't the only reason for the nuzzling. One of his hands caressed her back as the other exposed it. And then he began nibbling on her neck!
"Oh, Roy!" she sighed.
"Ginger, your scent is intoxicating!"
"So are your lips."
"Thank you." He lowered the straps of her gown and began to kiss her shoulders. He also moved his hands around to her front to cup her breasts. She remembered how his touch had made her feel a few nights before, and she wondered how she had managed to wait this long. But she had the feeling that he would be worth the wait.
Her dress fell to the floor and all she wore were panties and high heels.
"So beautiful," he breathed.
"Thank you, Roy." She took his hand again and led him over to the blankets.
They reclined, resting their backs against the cave wall. His hands caressed her as they kissed, and after awhile she undid his shirt. She knew that he had a good chest and shoulders and she was eager to see them again.
They continued touching and kissing until he cried, "Ginger! I want you!"
How long had she daydreamed of him saying those words? She murmured, "I want you, Roy." And then her hands traveled down to his belt and unfastened it. Then she teasingly, slowly lowered the zipper of his sensible slacks.
"Ginger!" he gasped.
"Lay back, Roy," she said breathily. He did and she kissed him from above, as she had when they made the silent movie and when she taught him how to romance Erika Tiffany Smith. But this time they were wearing much less clothing.
After a few minutes, he confessed, "Ginger, I'm not very experienced. I'm not a virgin, but it's been a very long time. Even before the shipwreck, it had been a long time."
"It's been a long time for me, too, Roy, but I think I still remember how it works." She finished undressing him and then guided him in finishing undressing her. Then she climbed on top of him and proved that she did indeed remember. And to her delight, he either remembered, too, or he was very quick to learn. But fortunately, he was not quick in other ways.
When she climaxed, her cries and moans echoed against the cave walls. She was glad they weren't any closer to the Howells' hut.
"Now it's your turn," she said, rolling onto her back. He kissed her and then mounted her. She whispered in his ear exactly what she wanted and he gave her this, and more. Their bodies rocked together again, till he climaxed, too, sounding much more incoherent than she'd ever heard him, and she came for the third and fourth times with him.
"So it's true," he murmured as they nestled together afterwards. "Women have an infinite orgasmic capacity."
"The ones with lovers like you do, Roy."