Ginger lay on her back with her legs spread, more curious than ever to see what it'd be like to have Gilligan on top of her. It had felt fantastic to be on top of him, a position she hadn't tried in so long. It had been over three years since she'd had any sex, although of course last time was with that snake Randolph Blake, who had been a charming but selfish lover.
"I'm still not sure what to do," Gilligan confessed, as he knelt beside her, stroking her stomach.
He was still sweet and unsure, despite the knowledge and confidence he'd gained that week. She kissed his other hand.
"Climb on top of me but support your weight."
"Like push-ups?"
"Not exactly."
She waited until he was hovering above her before she wrapped one hand around his hard member.
"Oh, Ginger!"
"Carefully lower yourself, Honey, and I'll guide you in."
"OK!"
Just before he lay on top of her, she moved the tip of him into her.
"Ginger!" He gave an instinctive thrust deeper.
"Mmm, you feel good in there, filling me up."
"Ginger Ginger!"
"But let's work on your thrusts." As calmly as she could, she explained deep and shallow, fast and slow, straight in and out, and circular and whatever else she could think of.
"I don't know if I can do all that, especially my first time."
"We'll keep practicing until you can."
"Oh!" And then Gilligan started trying to go slow and gentle, but when she kissed his neck, he sped up and was done in a few minutes, gasping her name.
She would've been more frustrated if she hadn't already reached climax and if she hadn't been expecting something like that from the recently awakened virgin.
"Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen. I mean not like that."
She kissed his cheek. "I know. It caught you off guard, didn't it?"
"Yeah. I liked it even more than when you were on top and it felt so good moving inside that I didn't want to stop until I had to."
"I know. And I did like your hunger and eagerness. But neither of us is going anywhere. You can savor it."
"Mmm." He French kissed her, this time sucking her tongue. Combined with his light but substantial weight on her, she felt excited again, but in a cosier way.
Their hands caressed each other's naked body, both stimulation and comfort. Eventually they necked and murmured what they liked about making love with each other.
She didn't know how much time passed before Gilligan was hard again, but she eagerly scooped him in. This time, his movements were slower and more dreamlike, except when he'd pull almost all the way out and then tease her, until she'd greedily reclaim him. She realized that in a way they'd been courting like this for three years. She thought of him teasing her with an orange, a good luck charm, and information, playing dumb so that she'd woo him, and he'd never give her what she wanted, except the experience of teasing and being teased. This time he didn't retreat very far, and this time his surrender was his triumph, but the same could be said of her.
When she climaxed, he pushed deep inside of it, slowly withdrew, and then quickly dived back in. And another climax followed so Gilligan repeated these moves.
"GILLIGAN!" she groaned, amazed at what a fast learner he was.
"I wish I'd known three years ago what a fun game this was."
She laughed throatily. "You wouldn't have been knocking yourself out against posts and trees, would you?"
He took the question seriously. "Your kisses were so intense, it would've taken me awhile to be ready for this. But, yeah, now I wish we'd gotten an earlier start."
"Well, you're certainly making up for lost time."
"Mm hm."
They started necking again, and now their bodies moved together, she setting a rhythm and he doing his best to match it. She could feel the next climax coming, so she gently bit his neck and scratched his back in that certain spot that made him melt in her arms, this time also melting between her legs.
The ground seemed to shake below them, although this earthquake was inside her and around them. While they always tried not to be too loud, just in case one of the other castaways went for a late night stroll, their moans, groans, grunts, sighs, and cries did startle some sleeping birds in the branches above them. Ginger looked up and saw the no longer quite full moon and a cloudless black sky with one hundred stars.
Then she looked into Gilligan's eyes, which were now sleepy and glazed. "Gilligan, what color are your eyes?" She'd never been sure, and it was even harder to tell at night.
"Well, there's the white part with a black circle inside and then between them—"
She laughed and said, "Oh, Gilligan." She almost said, "I love you," but she stopped herself. She meant it as she found him wonderful and adorable, but he wasn't just the cute boy she liked to play with. He was also her eager new lover, whose manhood she was privileged to be the first to enjoy.
"Oh, Ginger!" He started kissing all over her face, murmuring belated thanks for what she'd taught him. But she felt like she, too, was on a journey of discovery. They were sort of like Mr. And Mrs. Howell, minus the safari outfits.