Gilligan had liked the slow dancing but it had made him want to kiss Ginger even more. She now kissed back for awhile and then pulled away a little to say, "I'm going to do something but I don't want to startle you."
"Thanks for the warning," he said, although he was a bit worried about what she would do that would merit a warning.
She moved her mouth back and this time licked his lips. He remembered that from last time and wondered why she was preparing him for it. When she stopped, he licked her lips, like last time. But this time she opened her mouth while he was licking and her tongue licked his. His mouth fell open in surprise, and her tongue darted in.
And then her tongue taught his all sorts of games, wrapping around each other and dancing and playing. He'd heard of open-mouthed kisses and even seen a few at the movies, but he'd never been clear how they worked. It wasn't something you could watch or have explained to you. You had to be on the inside of one.
Gilligan had never realized all these years that Ginger was actually holding back when she kissed him. Not that there wasn't a lot to her regular smooches, but this was a whole extra dimension.
And he could really taste her mouth now, which made it even better. His tongue was eager to keep exploring.
When they took a little break, she said, "That was very good, Gilligan. You've definitely got enthusiasm. But let me show you some things to do that will drive the girls wild."
He almost said, "What girls?", but he assumed she meant the girls he'd date once they were rescued. That felt a long way off, and right now he was focused on the girl on the other cane chair. "Like what?"
She took off his hat and tossed it to the ground. Then she stroked his hair very gently. "Women like to be caressed anyway, but It's even nicer if you do it during kissing. It can be a soft kiss or something more passionate, but a gentle touch makes her feel cared for, special."
It did feel nice on his hair, so he stroked her hair.
"That's right. Like that."
She held his head and moved her own closer again. They kissed softly this time, stroking each other's hair. After awhile, she opened her mouth, so he opened his. She stroked his face, so he stroked hers. Her skin was very soft and he wondered what it would be like to kiss her face.
But then she sucked his tongue and it was hard to concentrate on anything else. It took an effort to even remember to keep caressing her face and hair.
It was amazing how much there was to kissing, like he'd only ever seen the tip of the iceberg until twenty-four hours or so ago. What if he hadn't kept backing away from her? He could've had this years ago. But maybe he couldn't have handled this then.
The commercials were over and the slow dance music was back, but neither of them got to their feet again. Gilligan liked having the music on during the kissing. He supposed he'd have to play the radio, or maybe get a hi-fi set, after they were rescued, if he did become a great lover.
He still couldn't picture himself that way. Well, OK, he had once dreamed he was a smooth James-Bond type spy, and he and Ginger had shared quite a kiss, but she was a spy, too, so he used her poisonous lipstick against her. He had no defense against this kiss and didn't want one.
But after awhile, their mouths got tired, so he suggested they dance again. She nodded and got to her feet. He didn't immediately stand but instead looked up at her, admiring what the moonlight did to her gown and hair. He thought of all those years of watching her on the movie screen, sitting there in the dark, either going alone, or with Skinny Mulligan nudging him and whispering, "Do you think she looks that good in person? And do you think she's stuck-up like most actresses?"
Gilligan also remembered how he felt when she boarded The Minnow. He'd recognized her immediately, while the Skipper just saw her as a gorgeous dame. Gilligan tried not to be too starstruck, but he couldn't help later thinking of how Skinny used to say, "Boy, I'd love to be stuck on a desert island with a chick like her!"
Skinny meant stuck alone with her. But if the other five castaways weren't around, Gilligan probably would've been just as shy the last three years. Tonight was different, but only because his eyes had finally been opened to what he'd been missing. And now he couldn't take his eyes off her, including the way her gown clung to her body and shone in the moonlight.
"Gilligan, it's rude to stare."
He looked at her face again and saw that she was blushing. "I'm sorry. It's just I really like to look at you."
"You do?" She sounded surprised. "You sure don't act like it sometimes."
"I didn't want you to know," he admitted.
"Do you like to touch me?"
"Yeah." He thought about how he'd never been able to touch her when he was just a fan in a movie theater, and he'd been nervous about it for so long after he met her. But now he stood up and took her in his arms. It felt really good to hold her and stroke her silky red hair.
"Do you like to taste me?" she whispered in his ear.
"Yeah!" he gasped.
And they played tongue-kissing games while they slow danced.