This story is fiction and not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the characters or the actresses who played them. Gilligan's Island and the characters from the TV series are trademarks of and copyright CBS Television.
Mary Ann sighed as she sank into her hammock. This had been her first trip outside of Kansas. She had wanted to see Hawaii, get a real feel for an island paradise. She had gotten her first two-piece swimsuit for the trip, a yellow bikini that hugged her fresh young curves seductively, clinging to her lucious tits and firm, tight ass in a way that made everyone on the beach stop and take notice. In spite of the many appreciative looks from men and women alike, Mary Ann didn't seem to notice the attention she got when she sauntered down the beach. She was too busy enjoying the way the sun warmed her deeply tanned skin, the way the waves broke around her bare feet giving her a delightful chill, and the cool, gentle breeze that occasionally wafted around her.
She wanted to see everything; every aspect of this beautiful island made her hungry for more beauty and excitement, from the bright blossoms that glistened in the golden sunlight to the majestic volcanoes that towered over the islands. She had decided to take a three-hour tour of the islands on a quaint little boat operated by a jolly man and his adorably clumsy friend. She figured that she'd get back just in time to enjoy any night life Honolulu had to offer.
It turned out that she would be lucky if she got back in time for anything. There was a storm . . . the order from the skipper to stay below . . . the tossing and churning . . . and all of a sudden it was quiet. They had landed on a beach somewhere, miles from where they should be, with no real hope of ever getting back.
They had tried to find a way home many times, but Mary Ann had a feeling that everyone knew they were stuck there for awhile and would be lucky if they ever got back home. It was important that they get used to life on an island and try to live together peacefully.
"Mary Ann, what are you looking so thoughtful about?" a voice purred, interrupting Mary Ann's thoughts.
Mary Ann gasped, startled out of her reverie. She looked up to find Ginger gazing down at her. Mary Ann blushed as she normally did when she looked at Ginger; the movie star's curvy hips and perfectly- shaped breasts moved slowly and hypnotically under dresses that clung in just the right places, her full, tantalizing lips and alluring green eyes seeming to pulse with sexuality. When the girls bathed together in the lagoon, Mary Ann would play with her erect nipples, imagining what it would be like to have Ginger pinch them gently between her fingers as she whispered enticingly into her ear.
"Ginger, I didn't hear you come in," Mary Ann said nervously, afraid the red-haired starlet could read her thoughts.
Ginger chuckled knowingly to herself. If she had learned one thing from being a Hollywood sex goddess, it was how to tell that someone wanted her. She knew that everyone on the island was hot for her to some degree; even the professor could be coaxed into a roll in the hay every now and then. However, she felt unfulfilled; the professor was selfish, only satisfying himself before politely sending Ginger away. Gilligan was too goofy and boyish, the Skipper too eager, the Howells too old to remember good sex. Ginger knew that only another woman could satisfy her. She and Mary Ann had become best friends since they had been shipwrecked, and Ginger knew by the hungry way Mary Ann looked at her long, slender legs and delicious tits that Mary Ann could give her the satisfaction she needed.
"Were you just at the professor's hut?" Mary Ann asked with a hint of jealousy in her voice, still trying to compose herself.
Ginger smiled knowingly at her. "As a matter of fact . . . " She stopped when she saw Mary Ann frown and look away. "Oh, don't be mad, honey," Ginger cooed, climbing into the hammock and hugging her friend. She held Mary Ann close, putting one hand on her thigh while she stroked the girl's dark curls with the other.
Mary Ann felt an excited tingle where Ginger touched her skin, a tingle that rushed from her thigh straight to her pussy, which immediately began to moisten.
"I'm not mad," Mary Ann argued, having a difficult time trying to compose herself. "It's just that . . . well, before the shipwreck, I thought I was going to go back to my boyfriend in Kansas and we'd be married. I had my whole life planned out." She sighed. "I just feel so lonely."
Ginger smiled sympathetically. "I know what you mean, darling." She moved her hand from Mary Ann's thigh to her bare stomach, hooking one of her legs around one of Mary Ann's. She stroked the girl's torso lightly, noticing how flustered it seemed to make her. "I miss having someone there to sit with me by the fire, the romantic dinners. And of course I miss sex." She sighed, thinking of the professor. "Well, good sex."
Mary Ann blushed more deeply. "Well, actually, I--" she stammered.
Ginger knew immediately what Mary Ann was trying to say. "You're a virgin, aren't you," she asked, a slight note of disbelief in her voice. Mary Ann nodded. "Well, what have you done with a boy?" Ginger asked, stressing the word `boy,' getting turned on more and more by the younger woman's innocence.
"Not that much, really," Mary Ann answered shyly. "I've kissed a little . . . never with tongue . . . I let my boyfriend feel under my blouse once . . . "
Ginger smiled slowly as she moved her hand up under Mary Ann's midriff top and lightly stroked her breasts. "Like that?" Ginger whispered into her ear, moving her fingertips up to Mary Ann's already erect nipple.
"Yes," Mary Ann sighed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. Ginger kissed her temple softly, letting her lips linger on Mary Ann's warm skin.
"So you've never french-kissed?" Ginger continued, still whispering, her hot breath drifting over Mary Ann's ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"No," Mary Ann whispered back, barely able to speak.. She was afraid to move; she knew that they shouldn't be doing this--anyone could just walk in at any given moment--but it felt so good that she didn't want it to stop. Ginger moved her lips to Mary Ann's cheek, kissing it gently. She brushed her lips over Mary Ann's, teasing her. "Would you like to?" she breathed, squeezing Mary Ann's nipple with the tips of her fingers, gently pinching and rolling the dark pink flesh until small orgasms began coursing through her body.
"Oh . . . yes . . . " Mary Ann moaned.
Still fondling Mary Ann's breasts, Ginger moved her other hand down the side of the girl's face, holding Mary Ann's chin in her palm. She gazed deeply into the young woman's eyes, both of them burning with desire. She then leaned down and pressed her lips slowly against Mary Ann's, which parted slightly against the gentle pressure. Ginger slipped her tongue inside the sweet red mouth, teasing Mary Ann's tongue. Mary Ann moaned with pleasure as she reached one hand out and lightly cupped one of Ginger's breasts, running her other hand over her firm ass.
Ginger undid Mary Ann's top, pausing their kiss just long enough to pull it over her head. She kissed a trail down to the top of her breasts, tracing her lips the last few inches to the nipple. Mary Ann moaned again as Ginger began sucking her firm nipple, darting her tongue back and forth. Mary Ann reached down to unzip Ginger's dress, pulling it off of her to reveal that there was nothing underneath. At the same time, Ginger pulled Mary Ann's shorts off, leaving the girl in her pink lace panties. Ginger moved between Mary Ann's legs and began to tease her through the thin fabric, pressing her lips against the girl's quivering mound, flicking her tongue over her stiff clit that was protected only by a flimsy layer of silk and lace. She traced her fingers up Mary Ann's sides and around the curves of her breasts, sqeezing them slightly and playing with the nipples.
"Oh, god, Ginger!" Mary Ann nearly screamed as Ginger sucked on her wet lips through her panties. Ginger moved her hands down and ripped the panties off of Mary Ann. She then moved her fingers down and, parting the hairs that protected her dripping hole, slipped two fingers inside.
"Mmm, you're so tight," she whispered, enjoying the way Mary Ann squirmed with pleasure. Mary Ann could only moan in reply. Ginger ran her tongue down Mary Ann's clit, flicking it lightly at the end, continuing down to where her fingers gently fucked her. Ginger lapped up Mary Ann's hot juices, becoming very wet herself.
She stopped for a minute and moved so she was again staring into Mary Ann's eyes. As Ginger kissed Mary Ann deeply, Mary Ann could taste herself on Ginger's lips and tongue.
"Mary Ann," Ginger purred. "You like this, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," Mary Ann moaned. She looked into Ginger's eyes. "Ginger, can I--" she stopped, too shy to continue.
"Can you what, honey?" Ginger asked, softly, pressing her body against Mary Ann's.
"I want to please you, too," Mary Ann finished.
Ginger smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that," she moaned. "Just lie back."
Mary Ann did as she was told, lying back in anticipation. Ginger straddled Mary Ann's face, leaning down to bury her head in Mary Ann's dripping pussy.
As Mary Ann began to run her tongue over Ginger's wet cunt and asshole, Ginger felt herself begin to shake with pleasure. Mary Ann was a natural; she traced the other woman's warm pussy with her lips and tongue, bringing Ginger closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm, keeping her there, letting the tension mount until Ginger couldn't stand it anymore.
"Oh god!" she screamed between slurps, "That feels so fucking good, Mary Ann!" Suddenly, both girls erupted in a stream of orgasms; as soon as one subsided, an even stronger one came. They climaxed again and again until, exhausted, they collapsed into each other's arms.
They held each other quietly, trembling. Ginger kissed Mary Ann gently, letting her bask in the afterglow of something completely new to her. Eventually, Mary Ann's breathing began to even out as she closed her eyes in quiet slumber. Ginger smiled down at the slumbering dark-haired beauty as she pulled a blanket over the two of them, kissed Mary Ann on the forehead, and nestled down next to her, falling asleep.