Back in the jungle, looking for food

Gillian managed to climb a coconut tree and cut down several coconuts with his knife. Ginger picked up three coconuts and said, “I’m heading back to camp.”

When Gillian climbed down the tree, Mary Ann was looking at him oddly. She was smiling at him, walking toward him and swaying her hips.

"What is it, Mary Ann?" Gilligan's voice cracked as he backed up against the coconut tree. Something about her expression made his stomach do flip-flops.

"You're quite the jungle man now, aren't you?" she said, stopping just inches from him. The sweet scent of her perfume mingled with the tropical air. "I've never seen anyone climb a tree so fast."

Gilligan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Oh, that? It was nothing. Back in Pennsylvania, we used to climb trees all the time. Course, they weren't coconut trees, more like oak and maple, but the principle's the same, you just grab on and—"

Mary Ann placed her finger gently against his lips, stopping his nervous rambling. "You're cute when you babble, you know that?"

His heart pounded so loudly he was sure she could hear it. The jungle seemed to fade away around them, the chirping birds and rustling leaves becoming distant background noise. His hard-on came back with a vengeance.

Mary Ann took one more step and kissed Gillian, while she gently rubbed his bulging pants.

Gilligan froze, his entire body tingling with shock and pleasure. Mary Ann's lips were soft against his, her hand gentle but confident as she stroked him through his pants. His mind went completely blank, all his fears about headhunters and wild animals evaporating in an instant.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I've wanted to do that since we first set sail," she whispered.

"Y-you have?" Gilligan stammered, his voice barely audible. He couldn't believe sweet Mary Ann from Kansas was touching him like this, looking at him like this.

"Mmm-hmm." She pressed herself against him, her breasts soft against his chest. "Being shipwrecked might not be so bad after all."

Gilligan's hands trembled as he tentatively placed them on her waist. The fabric of her gingham dress felt damp with jungle humidity. "What about the Skipper? And the Professor? And—"

Mary Ann silenced him with another kiss, deeper this time. Her tongue slipped between his lips, sending jolts of electricity down his spine. When she broke away, she was breathing heavily.

"They're all busy back at camp," she murmured, her fingers now working on his belt buckle. "And Ginger's long gone with those coconuts."

Gilligan glanced nervously around the clearing. The dense jungle foliage created a private green sanctuary around them. Somewhere in the distance, a monkey howled.