"Gilligan," Ginger asked, as she stroked the few hairs on his chest, "what exactly do you know about the, well, birds and the bees?"

"They both fly." When he saw her look of dismay, he hastened to add, "Sorry, that was a joke. Um, the Skipper said that men and women are different. I already knew that, but he meant, uh, inside their underwear. They don't have what we have, me and Skipper have, not you and me. Instead they have a place between their legs where we can put what we have. Not that we can put it there on any woman at any time. The girl has to like you and say it's OK. Oh, and it's called the birds and the bees because it's natural and animals do it, including human animals. But all people can, except for like priests and nuns. Not that you have to be Catholic. Some people can't for other reasons besides their jobs, or they just don't want to, and that's fine. I used to think I didn't want to because girls made me nervous, but now I think they made me nervous because I wanted to. Wanted to be with them, not wanted to be nervous. And I guess I'm nervous now, because I'm babbling, but I still want to because you're so sexy and nice about it. Nice about me being nervous, not nice about being sexy, although you are really nice about that, too."

She kissed his cheek. "Thank you. I think you're sexy, too."

"You do? But you've met Rock Hudson and all these other handsome stars."

"It's not like I've seen them all in the nude. And none of them was as sweet or as appreciative as you. So that, along with your cuteness, makes you sexy."

"Well, thanks. But, um, your, uh, lovers, were they sweet and appreciative? Did they know how lucky they were to be with you?"

She got a faraway look in her eyes. "Not like this. Most of them, well, they were more experienced than you."

He shook his head. "Even if I'm with one hundred women someday, I'll remember how special you are."

She laughed and tousled the hair on his head. "Well, thank you."

Not that he cared about one hundred women, assuming he ever left the island. All he cared about right then was the beautiful half-naked woman lying next to him.

He kissed her and moved closer. It was funny how kissing was still kissing, even with all these other things added in, like his hands on her breasts, her hands on his back, their bottom halves separated only by their underwear.

After awhile he kissed down to her breasts. She sighed his name and wriggled out of the white panties that matched her headband. He stopped cupping her right breast and moved his left hand between her legs, trying to remember everything he'd learned the night before and trying not to think too much about how he'd get to put his hard part into her soft part later that night. Not that he could forget it of course, but he knew he had to do all this other stuff first. Luckily he liked all this other stuff.

She liked it, too. Her soft part responded to his fingers and her voice got throaty. Her nipples couldn't get any harder against his tongue and lips, but she did arch her back to make her left breast stand out more. Plus her heart was beating pretty fast. His was, too, but he was trying not to get too excited too soon.

He brought Ginger to "climax." Plays and movies and stories have climaxes, and so do men, but usually just one at a time. She'd told him women could have more than one, but sometimes they didn't have any. A good lover would make sure the woman had at least one, a great lover a bunch of them.

He would've kept moving his hand between her legs, to try to give her another, but she said, "Gilligan, please lie on your back and move your hands and mouth away."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Not at all, you darling boy."

So he did as she asked and she scooted so that she could French kiss him from above. And her hand moved onto the bulge in his boxers. He groaned. Was this it or were there lots more steps? Well, he'd try to be patient. And he liked the way she cupped his bottom and then eased down his boxers.

She kept kissing as she played with him. Maybe she wanted to give him a climax, except then he wouldn't be hard anymore and he couldn't get inside her. Well, maybe tomorrow night.

And then she climbed on top of him and kissed his neck. Their naked bodies were touching from head to toe. This still wasn't birds & bees but it was still incredible.

"Do you still want me, Gilligan?"

"Of course!"

"Good." She sat up and then knelt, her legs on either side of his narrow hips. Her hand held his hardness again and then she somehow slowly guided it into her!

"Ginger!"

"Do you like that, Gilligan?"

"Gosh yes!"

She chuckled, but sweetly. Then she rolled her hips, a bit like her dances, but he could feel her movements from the inside. "Mmm, Gilligan, you feel so good in there!"

"Yeah!" She was so hot and wet, like the lagoon on a summer's day. And he wanted to go for a skinny-dip.

He took a few strokes and she responded with some sexy wiggles. Then she rocked on him and he watched from below, like it was a private performance. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do as a great lover though, till she cried, "Touch me, Gilligan!" Then he caressed her bottom and her chest, thinking about how he could feel these curves he'd been admiring for almost a decade, while she was taking pleasure from and giving pleasure to the most secret part of his body.

He wasn't sure how much credit he could take for this climax, since she'd done most of the work. But afterwards she lay on top of him, kissed his cheek, and said, "Sweet, darling Gilligan! I think you've been patient long enough. Let me catch my breath and then you can get on top."

"Oh, so there are two positions?"

She laughed and twirled a lock of his hair around her finger. "We won't have time to do all the positions tonight. But those are two of the basics."

"Can we do the rest tomorrow?"

She laughed again. "You may have the stamina for that, but I'm not sure I do."

He'd always thought stamina had to do with sports, but this was sort of a sport he supposed. "Too bad we don't have the radioactive vegetables anymore."

He wasn't trying to be funny, but this time she laughed hard. It felt almost as nice against his body as it did when she climaxed.