Mary Ann

Then Mary Ann pulled his head back to hers, kissing him again. Without really thinking, Gillian reached out and caressed the beautiful brunette’s breast through her damp blouse.

Mary Ann's breast was soft and warm beneath his palm. He felt her nipple harden through the thin fabric, and a moan escaped her lips, vibrating against his mouth. Gilligan had never touched a woman like this before—had only dreamed about it during lonely nights at sea.

"Mary Ann," he breathed, scarcely believing this was happening.

She guided his other hand to her second breast, encouraging him with little sighs of pleasure. "I always thought there was something special about you, Gilligan. Something sweet and genuine."

His fingers trembled as they explored the gentle curves of her body. The jungle heat made their skin sticky, but neither of them cared. Mary Ann worked his belt free and slid her hand inside his pants. When her fingers wrapped around him, Gilligan gasped.

"Oh gosh," he whispered, his knees nearly buckling. "I've never—I mean, I haven't—"

"Shh," Mary Ann soothed, her farm-girl practicality evident even now. "Just feel, don't think."

She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a simple cotton bra that somehow seemed more enticing than all of Ginger's glamorous outfits combined. Gilligan stared, transfixed, as she reached behind her back and unhooked it. Her breasts spilled free, small but perfectly shaped, her nipples dark pink against her sun-kissed skin.

"You can touch them," she encouraged, taking his hands and placing them on her mounds. He squeezed them instinctually. Then his arousal hit him harder, and he leaned in for another kiss.

Gilligan's lips crashed against hers with surprising boldness. Mary Ann melted into him, her hands exploring his back as he caressed her breasts. The jungle sounds faded further away, until all he could hear was her quickened breathing and the thundering of his own heart.

"I've never seen this side of you," Mary Ann whispered against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.