REUNION

Jeanne D'eau

Author's note: This is obviously based on characters from the 60's sitcom, Gilligan's Island. Apparently, there was a TV movie that showed a resolution where the castaways were rescued, but in the end, wind up right back on the same island. In any event, I never saw that one. This is my own version of what might have happened with at least two of the characters after their rescue.

"Ginger?"

The statuesque redhead stood in the doorway, smiling at her. "Hi, Mary Anne," she said casually, pulling her sunglasses down to reveal a pair of huge, seductive sapphire eyes.

The curvaceous brunette farmgirl from Kansas jumped up from behind the desk and ran to embrace the glamorous Hollywood actress. "Oh, my god..." Mary Anne practically squealed in delight as the taller woman wrapped her arms around her. A surge of excitement ran through her body as their breasts squeezed together...

"I can't beleive you're really here," Mary Anne said, her deep brown eyes looking up into Ginger's blue ones.

"I really missed you," replied Ginger. The two women hugged again.

Mary Anne turned to the small office where she did the bookkeeping for Hays Farm Equipment and Feed Corporation.

"Let me just close up here real quick," she said, cleaning her desk quickly.

"Take your time - I have a few days before I have to report to the set."

Mary Anne looked up and smiled. "And I want to hear all about it."

Ginger chuckled. "Just pick up a copy of People," she replied.

As they walked out to the parking lot arm-in-arm, Mary Anne asked, "So - where are you staying?"

"I managed to find a room over at the Stardust Inn off I-70 - nobody seemed to know me there."

"How's about I follow you over, and we can go from there?"

"Sounds wonderful." Ginger looked at Mary Anne affectionately. Once again, they slipped their arms around each other and hugged.

"I'm really glad you're here," Mary Anne said.

"Me too," replied Ginger.

The minute Mary Anne saw Ginger's rental car turn on to the I-70 Frontage near the Stardust, she knew there was trouble. Ginger's car seemed to hesitate, then turned the corner and accelerated away.

Mary Anne hurried to follow, and then saw why Ginger had driven off so abruptly.

The parking lot of the Stardust Motel was crammed with the cars of fans, curiousity seekers, local paparazzi - it seemed half the town had shown up. Mary Anne shook her head - how could they have found out?

She saw Ginger's rental car about a mile up the road, parked on the shoulder. Slowly, she pulled up behind it and got out.

Ginger rolled down the window and looked up helplessly.

"Mary Anne, I'm sorry - "

"Hey - it's okay." Mary Anne looked down the road briefly, then turned back to Ginger. "Just leave it."

"Leave it?"

Come on...you're staying at my place tonight."

"But what about my clothes - ?"

"I'll sneak back here later. Come on, sweetie."

Fifteen minutes later, Ginger and Mary Anne were bumping along a dirt road, approaching the small - but neat - little farmhouse that had been in her family for four generations.

"Just me, since Aunt Belle died," Mary Anne said softly as she pulled into the driveway. She shut the engine off. Through the car's open windows, the silence was almost palpable - except for the breeze and the occasional chirp of a bird.

The two women sat in silence for a moment. Then, Mary Anne felt Ginger's hand on top of her own.

"Must be lonely."

"Sometimes," Mary Anne confessed. She looked over at Ginger fondly. "Mostly, though - it's just peaceful."

Ginger smiled in understanding. Mary Anne leaned over and kissed Ginger on the cheek tenderly. "It is so good to see you again," she said.

Ginger placed a hand on Mary Anne's cheek and smiled again.

"Right back atcha, girlfriend."

They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment. Finally, Mary Anne said, "C'mon. Let's go on in."

***

"You about ready to eat?" called Mary Anne from the kitchen, where she was putting the finishing touches on the chicken casserole.

Ginger, wrapped in a towel, emerged from the bathroom. Her long red hair was still damp. "You know I left my clothes at the motel," she called back.

Mary Anne came out from the kitchen, wearing an apron over her shorts and tee shirt, carrying a spatula. "Just grab one of my old dorm shirts out of the top drawer," she replied. Ginger smiled at her. Mary Anne gazed appreciatively at the woman who'd been her room-mate and closest friend for all those awful months on that island.

She is so beautiful, Mary Anne thought, her eyes running up Ginger's long legs and the towel that covered her body.

Their eyes met; Ginger was looking back at her with great affection...and...something else.

Impulsively, Mary Anne walked over to Ginger and slipped her arms around her. Ginger returned the embrace, running her hands over Mary Anne's dark curls.

"I've really missed you," Mary Anne said quietly.

Ginger put a hand under Mary Anne's chin and looked into her eyes again. They stood like that for a moment...

...and the timer went off in the kitchen. "Better go rescue supper," said Mary Anne wistfully.

Ginger winked, saying, "Let me go find that dorm shirt." Mary Anne started back to the kitchen, looking over her shoulder as Ginger disappeared into the bedroom.

A couple of hours and a few glasses of wine later found the two women on the sofa together, laughing and remeniscing.

"I was almost sure you'd wind up with him," giggled Mary Anne.

"That guy only cares about his books and his experiments," replied Ginger. She laughed, taking another sip of her wine. "Remember that horrible fight we had over him?"

Mary Anne laughed. "Yeah...what a waste of energy that was," she said. She reached over and took Ginger's hand tenderly.

Ginger gazed at her. Slowly, she crossed one shapely leg over the other, bringing her foot into contact with the back of Mary Anne's leg. Slowly, Mary Anne interlaced her fingers with Gingers.

"We could have saved ourselves a lot of heartache, if only..." Mary Anne started.

"Only what?" asked Ginger softly. Still gazing into her eyes, Ginger began caressing Mary Anne's leg with her foot.

Slowly, Mary Anne pulled Ginger's hand to her lips and kissed it tenderly. "I love you," she said.

Ginger slipped an arm around Mary Anne and pulled her close. Mary Anne lay her head on Ginger's shoulder, stroking her hair.

"I love you, too," she replied.

Mary Anne looked up at Ginger. Gently, she pulled Ginger's face to her own. Their lips met in a brief, but tender kiss.

Ginger smiled. "Aren't you sweet?" she said softly. This time, Ginger bent her face forward.

They kissed again - longer this time. Mary Anne sat up a little, and place a hand on Ginger's face.

Mary Anne put her mouth against Ginger's, her lips parted over so slightly. Almost timidly, Ginger touched Mary Anne's lips with the tip of her tongue, sending a shockwave through Mary Anne's body.

Mary Anne responded, moving her tongue forward slightly so it touched Ginger's. They kissed like that for several seconds...

Ginger drew back. Again, her blue eyes locked with Mary Anne's...

"I'm sorry," said Mary Anne, starting to turn away.

Ginger gently turned Mary Anne's face back toward her own. "I'm not," she said, drawing her close.

This time, they kissed deeply, mouths open, their tongues caressing each other lovingly.

"Make love with me," Ginger whispered between kisses. "I want to feel all of you..."

***

Candles burned around the room as Ginger and Mary Anne on the bed, naked together, their bodies entwined like vines.

Mary Anne's head was thrown back, her eyes wide in amazement. Mouth wide open as she gasped in ecstacy while Ginger licked and caressed her breasts, her neck, her chin...

Breasts squeezed together, Ginger caressed Mary Anne's lips with her tongue. Hungrily, Mary Anne sucked Ginger's tongue into her mouth, savoring it's sweetness as she explored Ginger's mouth with her own...

Ginger began caressing the inside of Mary Anne's thighs, finally reaching her molten center, gently fingering her clit...again, Mary Anne gasped in pleasure, and sucked Ginger's tongue even more.

Her climax was sudden and almost brutal in its intensity. Mary Anne arched her back and moaned as if in pain - then just as suddenly relaxed.

She laughed softly as Ginger rolled off of her. She rolled onto her side and hugged Ginger's naked body close, savoring the sensation of Ginger's soft, smooth skin against her own.

Ginger ran her hands over Mary Anne's back, and cupped her lovely rounded buttocks, pulling her closer.

"I love you so much," whispered Mary Anne.

Ginger kissed her lips. "Kiss me, darling," she whispered. "Give me your tongue..."

They two women duelled with their tongues as Ginger ground her loins into Mary Anne's thigh. Once again, passion began to envelope them as they made love...

This time, Mary Anne reached around Ginger, gently caressing her labia from behind. Ginger gasped in pleasure, licking Mary Anne's lips, tongue, face and throat eagerly...

An almost blank look came over Ginger as Mary Anne gently stuck a finger inside her...Ginger's eyes rolled upward.

Almost violently, Ginger grabbed Mary Anne by the hair, crushing the other woman's mouth to her own. Tongues thrusting deep, they kissed in a burning hot fever as a scream of delight emmanated deep from Ginger's throat...

Mary Anne and Ginger lie their together in the candlelight, their naked bodies still glistening with sweat, arms and legs entwined in lover's embrace as they caressed each other, gazing in each other's eyes with love. They kissed tenderly.

For a long time, neither one spoke. Finally, Ginger asked, "How come we never did this when we were stuck on that god-forsaken island?"

Mary Anne smiled and kissed Ginger's lips briefly. "Better late than never," she said.

Ginger smiled, nuzzling Mary Anne's neck. She caressed Mary Anne's cheek with her lips, and finally her mouth.

"I love you," Ginger whispered, kissing Mary Anne again - her lips, her face, her eyes, and back to her lips.

"And I love you," Mary Anne replied, running her tongue over Ginger's lips. "Kiss me..." she whispered. "Kiss my lips..."

And once more, Ginger and Mary Anne started caressing and kissing as they began making love yet again...

***

Mary Anne gazed across the table at Ginger - now wearing one of her late uncle's old button-down shirts - over her cup. The morning sun bounced off her hair as they sat across from each other. Ginger smiled at her, running her tongue over her lips and giving her a seductive wink. Mary Anne felt the top of Ginger's foot as the other woman began caressing her leg under the table...

"So...where do we go from here?" asked Mary Anne.

Ginger said nothing, at first. Then, she put her cup down and took Mary Anne's hand gently.

"Why don't you move to L.A.?"

"Me?"

"Yeah."

Mary Anne considered this as she gazed at her dearest friend - now her lover - across the table.

"I - I don't know, Ginger - "

"I love you."

Mary Anne smiled at this. "I love you, Ginger - "

"So come on out and stay with me." She giggled. "Hey, it's not like we haven't lived together before - "

Mary Anne laughed lightly at the memory of the awful grass hut they'd shared during the months they were marooned on the island. They'd shared almost everything...

And after last night, they had shared absolutely everything.

"What would I do out there?"

"You wouldn't have to do anything. Hey, I'm a star - I can take care of both of us - "

At this, Mary Anne pulled her hand back.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't want to be your 'kept woman,' Ginger."

"I didn't mean it like that - "

"I know." Again, she took Ginger's hand. "But that's what I'd be." She sighed and looked away. "And what would happen to your career once the tabloids got wind of it?"

"What do you mean?"

"'Ginger Grant, Star of Screen and Stage, Discovered in Lesbian Love-Nest!' God, can't you see it?"

"Mary Anne - "

"Think about it! Honey, it'd ruin you!" Mary Anne stood up and leaned over the table, taking Ginger's face between her hands. She kissed the other woman tenderly on the lips. "I love you too much to let that happen."

Ginger's eyes began to shine. A small tear ran down her cheek. "Oh, honey," said Mary Anne. She came around the table and sat on Ginger's lap, holding her close. "Please - don't cry - "

Ginger looked up at Mary Anne. "You're right..."

Mary Anne kissed her. "Of course I'm right." She stood up and took Ginger's hand. "Come - walk with me."

Hand-in-hand, Mary Anne and Ginger walked outside and into the breezy, sunlit day. They walked over to a bench and sat down together, holding hands. Mary Anne leaned against Ginger, stroking her thigh with her other hand. Ginger put an arm around her, running her fingers through her hair.

"Let me be your refuge," Mary Anne said.

Ginger looked down at her lover questioningly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean - look, you don't really want me coming to L.A. - "

"Darling - " Ginger started to protest, but Mary Anne turned to her and put a finger gently against her lips.

"Listen. I know how much you love me." Mary Anne caressed Ginger's face, gazing into the deep blue irises. "But you're a working actress. Always off on a shoot somewhere. And - your life is an open book," she added. Ginger was silent. Mary Anne continued: "I'd be hanging around your place - probably alone, most of the time...even if the tabloids never found out, I think I'd start weighing you down - "

"Honey, you'd never do that - " but again, Mary Anne held a finger up.

Nodding slowly, she said, "You'd start resenting me...and I'd probably start hating you."

Ginger looked at Mary Anne for a long moment. "You know I'm right about this," Mary Anne said.

Ginger nodded slowly, brushing a tear away quickly. "I - I guess you're right." She sighed and looked off toward the far horizon, the tallgrass and rows of wheat and corn that stretched off forever, with only an occaisional tree to interrupt the smooth landscape.

Ginger and Mary Anne held each other closely. Despite herself, tears started falling down Ginger's cheeks.

She rocked Mary Anne gently. "That's why I love you so much," she said. "Those Hollywood types...always out for Number One...they don't care...phonies and assholes..."

Mary Anne giggled at the word "assholes." She looked up at Ginger, smiled, and kissed her. "So," she said, "when you're sick and tired of them, you come to me."

Ginger looked at her questioningly. Mary Anne kissed her again. "This is your second home, now. Whenever you get tired of Hollywood, want a break, whatever - I'll be here."

This time, the tears started falling from brown eyes. Ginger said, "I don't know how often I can get away - "

"Doesn't matter," replied Mary Anne. She kissed Ginger again. "I'll always be here for you."

Their mouths met once more - long, delicious as they drank one another. Slowly, Mary Anne pulled Ginger down off the bench and onto the lush, green grass. She rolled Ginger onto her back, straddling her as she began unbuttoning the shirt she wore.

Caressing Mary Anne's bare, silky thighs, Ginger arched her back against Mary Anne's loins, feeling the heat through her shorts. As Mary Anne unfastened the buttons of her shirt, Ginger started pushing Mary Anne's tee-shirt up over her head. Mary Anne pulled it the rest of the way off and flung it aside. As Ginger ran her hands over Mary Anne's breasts, her lover bent down, licking and sucking on her own swollen nipples...over her chest and throat...her jawline...

The two women crushed their mouths together, kissing passionately, deeply, as though they would die without drinking each other...their bodies entwining as one as they made love in the grass, the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting playful shadows on their bare skin...

***

By the time Mary Ann returned from her "commando raid" to fetch her luggage at the Stardust Motel, Ginger was ready to leave.

For three days, the two of them had reveled in each other -making love over and over in just about every place they could think of...(and a few even Mary Anne had not).

But Ginger was due on the set the next day...

"When will I see you again?" Mary Anne asked.

Ginger smiled. "The minute its a wrap," she assured her. They embraced and held each other.

"I'll miss you," said Mary Anne.

"I'll be back here in a month." Ginger kissed Mary Anne - long, slow and luscious. "And...every time I can get away."

With that, Ginger got into her rental car. She rolled down the window. "I'll call you every night," she said.

Mary Anne bent down. The two shared a last, long kiss. "I love you," Mary Anne said.

"I love you too," Ginger replied. "See you in about four weeks!" She began to drive down the dirt road.

Mary Anne waved, then suddenly, called out, "Wait!" She started running after Ginger.

Ginger stopped the car and rolled the window down. "Forget something?" she asked.

Mary Anne reached in and took Ginger's hand, and slipped a ring on her finger.

Ginger looked at it. It was a beautiful antique ring - a ruby, a sapphire and an emerald, surrounded by tiny cut diamonds. She gasped and looked up at Mary Anne. "Honey, I can't accept this - "

"I'm not giving it to you," said Mary Anne. "It's just a loaner - and I'll need to inspect it every few weeks."

Ginger smiled, looking up at Mary Anne. Once again, they kissed, playfully touching tongues for a moment, then kissed again. "See you, sweetie," said Ginger, rolling up the window.

Mary Anne stood there for several seconds, watching Ginger's rental car shrink in the distance, and finally turning a corner onto County Road 3354. Slowly, she began walking back to the farmhouse where she'd been born and raised.

As she walked, she realized several questioned remained unanswered. They had been accidental roommates - then friends - then best friends - and now, lovers. Had she planned it? Had she invited Ginger out to the farm with the intention of seducing her? Or had Ginger planned to seduce Mary Anne? Had one - or both of them - been lesbians all along?

No...Ginger had simply been - and still was - someone she loved...and was loved by.

And if their love chose to express itself physically - sexually - who was she to try and put a label on it?

She thought about the boyfriend who'd broken her heart all those years ago (Strange, I can't even remember his name) that had been the catalyst for that fateful trip to Hawaii...

Does this mean Ginger and I...? Do we "belong" to each other? Do I expect her to be "faithful" to me? Am I supposed to be "faithful" to her...?

Mary Anne closed her eyes and pictured Ginger making love with someone else...

...and made a startling realization.

When she had found out about her former boyfriend (all those years ago), sleeping with Peggy Sue Donaldson, her heart had filled with pain...rage...hate and jealousy...

But the thought of Ginger - whom she loved more than anyone - with someone else aroused not the slightest jealousy.

As she entered the house, Mary Anne realized she was asking the wrong questions...because, none of that mattered. So what if Ginger started dating someone? So what if she herself met a guy who "spun her wheels" (which seemed pretty unlikely at the moment, even were it something she wanted)?

It didn't matter a bit, who else - if anyone - they were "with." Those relationships always seemed transitory, anyway.

She and Ginger were soul-mates...with a timeless bond. They were both free, yet belonged to each other in a way that transcended the definition of "relationship." Even when she was here in Kansas and Ginger was on the other side of the world, even if they were "with" other lovers...they were part of each other, never parted. Even when taking other lovers (when it came to that), Mary Anne knew she and Ginger shared a bond of one heart and soul to another that was forever.

And on those occasions when they were together, they would be sharing the cosmically best sex either of them would ever know...

The End