As Ginger and Gilligan made their way to the clearing for their sixth date, she thought of how they weren't as formally dressed as on their first date. He was wearing his usual outfit and she was wearing her green dress, a nice dress but hardly a gown. But then she probably wasn't going to be wearing it much longer.

It had been wonderful lying next to him naked the night before, getting to know each other in a whole new way. Her body was especially new to him of course, the first naked woman he'd ever touched, or probably even seen. But, although he wasn't her first man, he was new to her. Not that she hadn't seen his chest and legs at times, especially when he was dressed as a native, but those were hardly erotic circumstances. And last night she'd seen that he was more wiry than skinny. And his rear was as tight as an athlete's, maybe from all the running he did. As for the front, well, he was physically very much a man, even if not quite a man in experience.

Tonight, if all went well, would give him that experience. She wished it didn't have to be on a blanket, but it was better than on the ground, and it wasn't like she was able to drag a bed all that way without someone noticing. They could try putting the two cane chairs together, but that wouldn't be long enough for someone to lie down on. Or one person sitting in a chair would work once Gilligan was a more advanced student. But for a first time, lying on the blanket would be fine.

She wondered if Gilligan was nervous. He likely was. She was a little, and she knew more what to expect. Or maybe it was because she knew what to expect. Not so much the sex as what came after. Despite all their intimacies that week, sex was in its own separate category. It was bound to change the way they saw each other, even more than those views had already changed.

Not that she hadn't been aware of this when she first made her request/offer, but that had been in the abstract, and now it was about to become a reality.

And it wasn't as if she'd take Gilligan's virginity and then be done with him. There was so much more she had to teach him than could be conveyed in one session. Even if these had actually been dance lessons, a week wouldn't have been enough. Besides, if the lessons so far were any indication, she would definitely want more than one time with him.

This time when they got to the clearing, she went through the radio stations until she found some mood music, a sweet but sensuous instrumental. She hoped she wouldn't have to get up and change the station, or turn the radio off, but this would do for now.

Gilligan was lying on his side, watching her, when she turned around. They smiled at each other, and she came over to the blanket and lay beside him.

They cuddled and kissed, not rushing into it, letting things build. After awhile, she turned her back to him and said, "Could you please unzip my dress?"

"OK."

Her hair wasn't up tonight, since she liked to accessorize this outfit with a headband. He gently moved the back of her hair out of the way so it wouldn't get caught in the zipper. This was typical of his low-key thoughtfulness. He unzipped slowly, kissing the back of her neck.

When he got to the middle of her back, he asked, "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yes, Gilligan, I'm wearing a bra, solely for the sake of your education."

"Well, thank you."

It was one reason she'd gone with this dress. The neckline wasn't as plunging as on her gowns, and her shoulders were more covered up, although it was sleeveless, like most of her dresses, so her arms were of course exposed. She was more modest about her legs, although she knew she had good ones. He'd see those, and what was between them, again soon enough.

"Do you want me to explain the hooks?" she offered.

"Nah, I'll figure them out."

It wasn't like knots, but brassiere hooks weren't too far outside the sailor man's area of expertise. And Ginger knew it was easier to unfasten them with her back to him, than if he tried to do it while necking, like her high school boyfriends used to try.

However, once her bra was unhooked, Gilligan began kissing her neck again, one hand holding her hair off to the side as his other hand caressed her exposed back.

Sometimes she wondered how he knew to do such things. His technique wasn't polished, like a Hollywood wolf's. These gestures seemed to come instinctively from Gilligan's sensitivity mixed with his boyish enthusiasm. Yet he was manly, too, in his own Gilligany way.

The hand on her back moved into her dress, pulling her closer, so that they were spooning. It was sweet, but not only, since that hand then slipped into her open bra and teased her nipples.

"Gilligan!" she gasped, wondering what she'd unleashed and if she was truly ready for it.

"I want you, Ginger!" he groaned.

"I want you, too, Honey, but we've got a ways to go tonight." She'd called him Honey before, so it didn't necessarily mean anything. Heck, she called Mary Ann Honey, too, and it was a simple term of affection. Still, it sounded different under the circumstances.

"You were so sexy in the Honeybees."

She smiled over her shoulder. "You made a pretty cute Gnat."

"Thanks."

"And I loved getting you into tight trousers," she admitted.

"I bet you would've loved getting me out of tight trousers."

She was impressed that he was learning to flirt like that. Maybe he felt less verbally shy now that they'd been so physically intimate.

She rolled over in his arms and kissed him. His hand stayed inside the top of her loosened dress, but the other hand moved down from her neck to the back of her dress, until it found the green sash she wore as a belt with this outfit. The knot was of course no challenge to him.

Both his hands now explored her body inside her loosened dress, caressing everywhere but eventually landing back on her chest and in between her thighs. They were necking by then and she couldn't resist nibbling on his neck a little. Not enough for a hickey, since everyone would notice that, but enough to make him groan.

Then he said, "I thought you said you don't bite."

He must've been remembering when he interrupted her shower. That encounter had fed a lot of her fantasies over the years. She stroked his hair. "I was right. Under all that mud and shyness was a charming, attractive man."

"Thank you. And under your towel was a body even more gorgeous than I imagined."

"Oh, Gilligan!" she sighed, reaching for his zipper.