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While You Were Partying	By : Jayrich Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 12320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Gravity Falls nor the characters that appear on the show. And I don't make money from this. But I do know Bill...and he's a jerk!

Chapter List
- 1-While You Were Partying
- 1
Pines’ Hospitality

“I now declare this room…PARTY CAPITOL OF THE UNIVERSE!!!”
Mabel’s declaration rang out through the confines of her room, and were echoed by her friends Candy & Grenda as they began dancing wildly to the music being played by Pines sister’s sweater. These Saturday sleepovers have always been special to the teens, as it let them keep in touch and share their interests…interests meaning boys, of course. Recently a new, albeit reluctant, participant of these get-togethers emerged…Pacifica.
“So…this is all there is to it?” She asked, leaning in a corner with her arms folded. “Jumping around on beds and reading teen magazines?”
That comment brought a halt to the group’s leaping and laughing as they all turned to the blonde. “…yeah, pretty much.” Candy answered.
“We also brain each other’s hair and talk about boys!” Grenda added. “In fact, let’s talk about them now!”
“Gals, Gals, I’ll handle this.” Mabel chimed in as she walked over to her new guest. “Pacifica comes from high society, so she doesn’t have much experience with the simpler things in life, like slumber parties.”
“Hey, I have slumber parties just the same as you do!” Pacifica argued. “Mine are just catered by world-renowned Chefs who swear at people on TV. Besides, I’m only over here because my other friends are in Switzerland…”
“Oh great, now I’m reminded of my family’s Lower-Middle class status.” Grenda lamented.
“OK, OK, let’s bring this down.” Mabel suggested. “Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot…”
Pacifica hung her head in frustration as she sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring down the party. It’s just…when you grow up with heartless snobs, some of it tends to rub off on you…plus I’m kinda hungry”
“No problem!” Mabel told her with a warm grin. “If anyone can understand how their relatives’ tendencies can rub off on them, it’s me.”
Candy grew confused by that statement. “Is that why you traded my concert tickets for coupons to—!”
“And what’s a party without snacks?” Mabel interrupted. “We still got plenty downstairs to share.”
“Do you have Lobster Bisque in a crème brulee sauce?” Pacifica inquired.
The three girls once again paused, unsure of how to answer that question. “We…have Greasy’s Pizza on the stove downstairs…”
Pacifica opted to take that moment to make her leave, before things got even less comfortable. She couldn’t help but feel out of place there, for years she had only surrounded herself with high society. Her parents wanted her only to associate with the best of the best, those worthy to be considered alongside the Northwest name. That was until she discovered her family’s secret, and exactly how they built their wealth & fame. Since then, she’s made it her mission to go against everything her family stood for; her own personal act of vengeance for the lies she lived.
She reached the kitchen area of the Mystery Shack and saw the opened box containing half of the pizza ordered earlier. Reaching in for a slice, she suddenly had her hand collide with another. A quick glance upward showed who the hand belonged to, Dipper; whose nose was currently buried in a mystery Journal.
“Hands off, Mabel.” He said, while raising his head from the pages. “You ate up your side of the Pizza, this belongs to—PACIFICA!?”
He let out a nervous chuckle, trying to hide his shock. “Heh, didn’t…expect you here.”
“Why not? This is your uncle’s house.” She reminded him.
“Right…” Dipper agreed, now feeling as awkward as she did earlier. “So you finally took up my sister’s offer?”
“Yeah…” She answered. “…she can be pretty persuasive at times.”
“It’s the reason we got Waddles.” He said, showing Pacifica Mabel’s prized pet sleeping in the corner. “So…how’s things with your parents?”
Dipper immediately regretted that attempt at small talk, as he knew how much she loathed them. But Pacifica just waved it off. “The same since you cured my Dad of being a were-shrew.”
“Right…he was awfully easy to tame, though.” Dipper noted. A long pause followed and awkward glances were exchanged before the mystery solver broke the silence. “Look, before this goes any further, before we have anymore awkward run-ins or awkward glances…I just wanna say, I consider you as a good friend.”
“Yeah, thank you.” She responded. “You, too.”
“Good. I just don’t wanna have some uncertainty between us, like those stupid couples in that Duchess movie Grunkle Stan likes.” He clarified.
“Of course.” She echoed.
“Alright, well…I’m gonna go read up on…the journal.” He tried to lift his foot so he could walk past, but found himself immobilized. As much as he tried to avoid eye contact, he constantly found himself gazing back into her eyes. She was just as mesmerized as well, unable to turn away from his emerging rugged looks. For moments on end they stood there, desperately trying to play off interest and continuously failing at that task. Eventually, Dipper would see that fate could not be defeated in this instance, and knew what would come next.
“We’re…gonna start making out, aren’t we?”
“Pretty much.”
And like a spark in the dark, they collided with carnal passion. Their lips combined as they wrapped their arms around each other. Dipper ran his fingers through her long blonde locks as Pacifica firmly gripped his backside lovingly. Their moans filled the kitchen, and possibly could’ve been heard from upstairs if not for Mabel’s sweater kicking out the jams. The two began to stumble against the appliances in the kitchen as they struggled to keep their balance and keep their lips together. Eventually they would find their way out of the kitchen and to the stair case, where Dipper fell back against it with Pacifica on top of her. A moment later, they would separate to catch their breath.
“Augh! Why do I have to be at the mercy of teenage hormones!?” Dipper said, lamenting his weakness.
“I know…” Pacifica agreed, her legs straddling him. “I mean, it’s not like I like you or anything…”
“Why would you say that? That just kills the moment.” He informed.
“I’m sorry, I do like you!” She told him. “It’s just that…ever since that night when we got rid of that ghost, I’ve been fighting with my father over who I am. It’s one of the reasons I came over here tonight, I just can’t stand him right now.”
“Wait, one of the reasons…” Dipper repeated.
Pacifica smirked as she leaned in close. “Yeah. One was to get away from my parents, two was to hang out with normal people who don’t try to swindle each other every 5 minutes…and three…”
She insinuated the third reason by reaching inside Dipper’s boxers and grabbing hold of his manhood. He leaned back and grinned. “Oh yeah, that’s a good reason.”
They kissed again, their tongue dueling between each other’s mouths as they slowly climbed the stairs. Reaching the top, they lovingly embraced like before, moving pass Stan’s room as the elder Pines slept with a sleeping mask and headphones; a priority for him to endure Mabel’s annual sleepovers. The two stopped short of the twins’ room though, as they could hear the music pulsating out through a crack in the doorway.
“OK, in hindsight, maybe we just should’ve stayed downstairs.” Dipper said, realizing the two are dangerously close to having their relationship revealed to Mabel.
“Then maybe we should make the best of this situation.” Pacifica suggested, holding on to the cap-wearing teen even tighter.
She hiked up her left leg and grabbed hold of his hardening manhood, guiding it between her legs. He needed no further instructions as she pulled aside the cloth of her thong, letting him guide his way inside. Almost on instinct she raised her other leg, and Dipper promptly lifted her up, allowing him clearer access as he slowly slid inside of her. And in an instant, Pacifica’s anxiety and discomfort drifted away. She wrapped her arms and legs around her bookworm boyfriend, kissing him passionately as he slowly began to stroke in and out of her.
They could hear the laughing and dancing coming from the room as Mabel and her friends were oblivious to what was going on right outside; and it served to arouse the couple even more. “Oh god…so good…” Pacifica moaned.
“We shouldn’t…be doing this…” Dipper said, making no attempt to stop.
“I…need this…” She argued. “And so do you!”
Dipper didn’t bother to disagree, knowing that it felt so good they didn’t want to stop. Not even the voices from the room could halt their love making. “This is truly a teenage dream!” Candy cheered.
“I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it!” Grenda added joyfully as she danced. That joy would come to a stop though, as she heard something other than the music thumping from Mabel’s sweater. “What guys, do you hear that?”
Almost instantly, the music was shut off and both Dipper & Pacifica froze; his cock still deep inside of her. They held their breaths in unison as you could hear a pin drop in the hallway. There was no escape, they were caught dead to rights.
“What did it sound like?” Candy asked.
“It sounded like a body slamming against the wall in a rhythmic manner.” Grenda replied.
“Ladies, it’s obviously just Soos doing some late night work on the Shack.” Mabel explained to them. “Now, let the Partying continue!”
A moment later, the jams were once more coming from the sisterly twin’s sweater, and both Dipper and Pacifica breathed a sigh of relief after dodging that bullet. Lust would then overcome the two again, as Dipper slowly drew his cock out of her, before plunging it back in. She bit her bottom lip to stifle her cry of pleasure, not wanting to draw any more attention outside the room. Though they tried to remain silent, their actions did not slow down. He drilled her wet pussy hard, giving it his all as she held onto him. Her legs tightened around his waist as she felt her limit nearing. And it would only take a few more strokes before the couple reached their climax.
Their orgasms came like an ocean wave as Dipper shot his jizz into her. It was a sensation that blew away the frustration of Pacifica’s family and the awkwardness of her location. All she cared about was the sweet ecstasy of the moment, and it being with Dipper. They remained together, soaking in afterglow of their orgasms as the music continued to rattle the walls.
“A lot better than reading some old book, huh?” Pacifica asked.
“Heh…you can say that again.” Dipper replied.
He took that moment to slowly slide out of her, as the two began to straighten up their appearance, so no one would be the wiser. “I…should probably get back to the party.” She said.
Dipper nodded in agreement. “Yeah…before they get suspicious. I got some reading to do, anyway.”
“Try not to fall asleep too soon.” She told him as she turned to the bedroom door. “Because I might need another snack.”
And with that, she slowly opened the door and reentered the party to exciting fanfare. “PACIFICA! You’re just in time for Karaoke!” Mabel announced.
“We’re gonna play Danger Lane to Highway Town!” Grenda added, already holding her microphone in excitement.
“That…sounds great.” Pacifica said with a grin. “But I get to sing the lead.”
A playful argument broke out about who would get that esteemed Karaoke honor as Dipper took one last glimpse from the hallway and laughed to himself, before heading back down the hall and down the stairs. Unbeknownst to the mystery solver though, was the pair of eyes watching him as he left. Eyes belonging to the braces-wearing matchmaker.
“Thanks for the help, bro-bro.” Mabel said with a wide grin, before shutting the door and rejoining the party. “Alright girls, Danger Lane to Highway Town! TWO, THREE, FOUR!!!”
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