This time Ginger waited until they got to their clearing before she put on the apron. Then she asked, "Would you like to learn the other method to remove an apron from a lady?"

Gilligan nodded eagerly, as she thought he might. He'd been very eager the previous night, as he lavished attention on her chest. She'd half expected him to back away, to say it was too much too soon, but instead he'd wanted to keep going, and she certainly hadn't wanted him to stop. He really really got to her, and it'd been difficult to not show all she was feeling. Tonight she was willing to let herself go, while still being his instructress.

She turned her back to him and said, "I want you to kiss my ears and the back of my neck, as your hands undo the knot at the top of the apron. Then reach around to the front and stroke my blouse, teasing me. Keep up the neck kisses as much as you can." She had to get these instructions out all at once, while she was still calm, because it would be harder to talk clearly once he got going.

"OK!" Gilligan gasped.

Even though she knew what he was going to do, it still got to her. As soon as the top of her apron fell, his hands moved to her chest and started teasing. But he added things she hadn't expected, like whispering in her ear, "I loved touching and tasting them last night."

"Oh,Gilligan!"

"Even just seeing them. I always wondered what they looked like."

"You did?"

"Of course. Especially when I sat in the dark at the movies and you couldn't see me staring."

"But not on the island?"

"It's rude to stare in person. But I still wondered."

"Are you disappointed?"

"Definitely not." Then one hand started to slowly peel down her top, while the other caressed her stomach before moving around to the back to untie the other knot of the apron.

After the apron fell to the ground, she cried, "Hold me, Gilligan!"

His arms wrapped around her from behind, a squeezing yet tender hug. She leaned against him, feeling the heat of his skinny but energetic body.

"Ginger!" he cried, and she knew he was very aware of her body. His own body gave a clear sign of that.

It was very tempting to make this the night, but she didn't want to rush that much. They'd need at least one more date between that one and this, and even then, this was all going faster than she was used to. But then she'd never had so many dates in one week, at least not dates like this.

"Let's sit down," she said.

"OK." He sat and crossed his legs, as if suddenly self-conscious.

She took his hand. "Gilligan, this is very exciting, but we need to concentrate on making you a great lover."

"Yeah!"

She smiled to herself. He was very eager, which was a very pleasant change from the past, but eagerness was not enough. "There are things we're going to do together that I think we're both going to really like."

"Yeah!"

"But we need to get ready for them."

"I'm ready now! Just tell me what to do!"

She kissed his cheek. "I need you to savor the steps, like you were before. I promise you it'll be even better when we get there. And remember, I'm training you to please women, and women need these steps."

He took a deep breath. "All right, I understand. It's just, the more we do, the more I want to do. And the harder it gets to wait."

She resisted a pun on hardness and instead said, "You're the one who wanted to take it slow."

"That was before I knew about all this."

She laughed. "You're not scared of me anymore, are you?"

He took the question seriously. "I sort of am, but not like that. It's like you have a power over me and can make me feel and do things."

"You have a power over me, too," she admitted.

"I do?"

"Mm hm. This kind of pleasure makes people, both men and women, feel helpless, in a nice way, but still."

"You seem so calm though."

"I'm an actress, so I can hide my feelings, and I'm more used to this than you are. But you do get to me."

"Like when you pulled my hair last night?"

"Uh huh. And, well, you can see how hard you've made my, my nipples."

He looked down. He hadn't eased her top down much, but it was enough that her nipples were almost exposed. And they were making fierce points under the cloth.

He grinned and then he put a finger in his mouth. That hand slipped into her top and flicked her nipple with his finger.

"Gilligan!" she gasped, right before he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She was startled at first, but then as he caressed one breast and gently but firmly pinched the nipple of the other, she started sucking on his tongue.

Before long, he kissed down her bare neck and shoulders and onto her chest. She leaned back in her chair to make it easier for him as he bent forward. She also arched her back to make her breasts stand out proudly. Gilligan groaned and then cupped a breast in each hand, hungrily moving between them, and sometimes resting his head in her cleavage, surrounded by her chest.

Sometimes he would slow down enough to tease her but soon he'd return to kissing and licking and finally sucking. She pulled his hair and desperately called his name a dozen times.

She couldn't remember when she'd last wanted a man this much. Well, there was the Professor, but part of the attraction was he was unattainable. Of course, she'd once thought Gilligan was equally unattainable, and here he was, ripe for the picking and more desirable than ever.

Gilligan looked up at her and said, "I really want you, Ginger, even though I'm not sure what for."

She laughed softly and then kissed his forehead. "I'll teach you soon. I promise."