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There is a first time for everything	By : Lennoxmacduff Category: +G through L > Gravity Falls Views: 8985 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Gravity Falls is property of Disney. This is a parody and I'm not making any money by writing this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Chapter 3: A first time...
Warning: Handjobs, fingering, defloration, sex.
Dusk was falling rapidly and Pacifica was almost at the Shack. Mabel had left with Soos for their road trip a few hours ago and, as far as Pacifica knew, Dipper had been at the Shack since earlier in the day so that he could get everything ready on time. The heiress reached the porch and fished out a small compact mirror from her jacket to look at herself. Pacifica had always paid lots of attention to her own appearance, but today she wanted to be flawless. She removed a few pine needles from her hair and smiled to have a look at her teeth. Happy with her appearance, she closed the mirror and put it back inside her pocket. She took a deep breath and then approached the door. Pacifica had been slightly nervous at first, but it had passed quickly. She was Pacifica Northwest after all. Nervousness had never affected her. The heiress had always starved for a relationship not based off money or reputation in her life and she was adamant to have a night with the boy she loved. She had even spent the whole morning squeezing the ball Mabel had given her for the cramps just in case her hand decided to give her another surprise.
Pacifica raised her hand to knock on the door but a sound came from inside the Shack.
"Ah! Ouch!" Dipper complained from somewhere inside the building.
The heiress couldn't help but giggle and she knocked on the door.
"Dipper! It's me!"
A few seconds later Dipper opened the door. He was wearing his new red flannel shirt with a black undershirt and jeans. The boy was sucking his injured index finger and had a kitchen lighter in his other hand.
"Uh… Hi, Pacifica. Wow." Dipper gasped and looked at her up and down.
Pacifica was looking breathtakingly beautiful. Her long full blonde locks were cascading along her back and shoulders, reaching down to her hips. To the common eye she would look just as usual but Dipper wasn't the common eye. Dipper saw her every day and knew that today she had put special attention to her appearance. Her hair looked healthier and shinier than usual if that were even possible, with a golden sheen caused by the rapidly setting sun. A faint smell of lilacs reached his nostrils and he knew perfectly well that she had used that lilacs shampoo he loved so much. Her outfit was her trademark purple short dress with a jacket and a decorative belt, in addition to black leggings and cream colored boots. She only lacked the silver hoop earrings, something she had discarded with age. Her face was radiant, with a slight natural blush on her cheeks and a small tight-lipped smile. Her deep blue eyes, with her ever present purple eyeshadow, were looking at his hands curiously.
"Are you alright?" Pacifica pointed at the finger Dipper had stopped sucking half a minute ago due to his gaping mouth.
"I uh… Y-yes!" He was snapped out of his daydreaming. "I just burned my fingertip a little while getting everything ready." Dipper pointed over his shoulder with his thumb.
"What have you got in there? Can I see it?" Pacifica tried to let herself in but Dipper stopped her.
"Wait, I just need to add the last finishing touches." He said taking a quick glance behind himself.
The heiress tiptoed to try having a look over his shoulder but Dipper just did the same to block her line of sight. She didn’t like one bit the fact that he was using his slightly superior height against her, so she relied on her own weapons.
"Brrr.” Pacifica shivered all of a sudden and rubbed her arms. “Is it going to be much longer? I'm kinda freezing out here." She gave him a needy pout.
"Um…" Dipper frowned and looked at her closely for a few seconds. He perfectly knew she was lying by the playful smile on her face, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t successfully pressed his buttons. "Fine, come in. But you have to put this on." He added and gave her a blindfold.
Pacifica held the cloth in her hands and raised an eyebrow at him.
"What? It's clean." Dipper quickly reassured.
"I see it's clean, but why do I have to wear a blindfold? You're not gonna do anything weird, are you?" She asked in a teasing tone.
"Of course not! It's just that I didn't have time to get the staircase ready and I wouldn't want you to see that part." He gestured her to turn around.
"Dipper," She rested her hand on his forearm. "I don't mind if whatever you have in the Shack isn't ready. I came here for you." Pacifica concluded with a small smile.
Dipper reciprocated the smile and then he squeezed the hand on his forearm.
"Turn around." He insisted. "The surprise will have a better effect this way."
Pacifica rolled her eyes and complied. Dipper tied the blindfold around her head and guided her into the Shack by placing his hands on her shoulders. While they were going upstairs, Pacifica sniffed a few times a familiar smell and then raised her head in an attempt to see through the small gap in the blindfold between her nose and her cheek.
"Hey, no peeking!" Dipper quickly noticed her actions and used one of his hands to cover her eyes.
The heiress smiled inwardly. She had managed to take a peek and what she had briefly seen matched what she had smelled. Dipper had done something involving flower scented candles and she had seen petals somewhere. They eventually stopped walking and Pacifica heard how he opened the attic bedroom door. He guided her inside and closed the door behind.
"Alright, you can take it off now." Dipper said.
Once the blindfold was off, the first thing Pacifica did was gasp in complete astonishment. Dipper's former shared attic bedroom had been completely redecorated for the occasion. The heiress had been partially right about her previous guess: On Mabel's former bed, as well as on the shared nightstand and on some places on the floor there were numerous purple tea-lights, each and every one of them lit and releasing a faint fresh flowers scent on the bedroom. With every second that passed, the sun set a little more and the tea-lights lightened up the room in a special way. Pacifica was looking slack-jawed at her surroundings until her eyes landed on Dipper. He was smiling nervously at her, unsure of how to interpret her reaction.
"Dipper! This is amazing!" Pacifica picked up a tea-light and hummed appreciatively at the scent.
"Do you like it? Then you're gonna love that." Dipper pointed to his former bed and stepped aside.
Pacifica hurried to the bed with a broad smile and she eagerly pulled at the covers to strip it. What she found in the bed made her gape at Dipper in awe. The entire surface of the mattress had been covered in a layer of pink rose petals, but they weren't just simply petals. Dipper had cut every single one of them into a heart shape.
"Oh my gosh, Dipper! How long did this take you?" Pacifica took a handful of petals and raised them to her face to rejoice in the smell, realizing that they were not plastic but fresh petals from pink roses.
"Bah, not much." He shrugged and put on a smug smile. "You said you wanted something romantic and special so I did the first thing that came to my mind." Dipper concluded by puffing his chest out proudly, although he inwardly gave a huge sigh of relief because he had been brainstorming for the last two days to come up with this idea.
Pacifica took a good final survey of the room and she couldn't feel any more delighted by what Dipper had prepared. Pink and purple were her favorite colors, and he had covered the bed in pink petals and placed purple tea-lights all over the room. The heiress smiled broadly and dashed towards the attic door to have a look at what Dipper had left half-finished on the staircase.
"Wait, don’t go in there!" Dipper tried to stop her to no avail.
Pacifica entered the attic and saw how every step of the staircase had a lit tea-light at each side and how the steps on the top were partially covered in petals. However, she also saw an unnaturally huge petal the size of a tablecloth lying on the floor of the attic. Next to it, there was only one pink rose, a flashlight and a pair of scissors.
"Uh…" Dipper began to rub the back of his head, examining Pacifica's face to see if she understood what she was seeing.
"There is only one rose." Pacifica stated with a bewildered face.
"Yeah, I ran out of money after buying the tea-lights." He admitted and shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously.
"But the bed is covered in petals." She added matter-of-factly and looked at him quizzically.
"I may or may not have cheated a little." He giggled nervously.
"I don't care. Show me how you did it." The heiress demanded with sparkling eyes of excitement. Whenever Dipper and she were dealing with cryptograms or creatures, she yawned in boredom, but magic had always amazed her.
"Well… you pick this up." He took a petal from the pink rose. "And then you zap it with this." He beamed the petal with the flashlight and Pacifica yelped when the petal grew to the size of a tablecloth, just like the one lying on the floor. "Now you cut it into eight equal squares and fold up each one until it's this small." He showed her a folded square petal the size of his hand. "Then you simply cut one in the shape of a heart and you have around thirty hearts per square." He smiled proudly. From a twenty petals rose, he had only used one petal because whenever he had only one square left, he simply grew it back to the size of a tablecloth.
"That's… very cool!" Pacifica nodded appreciatively to praise his efforts and then looked at him suspiciously. "Now, don't lie, this was Mabel's idea, right?" She asked with a knowing smile.
"Actually, Mabel caught me cutting the hearts one by one and suggested folding the big petals into smaller squares to save time, but the rest is pretty much mine." Dipper smiled and walked up to her. "So… what do you think? Is this romantic and special enough?"
"Hm..." Pacifica feigned thinking about it to make him suffer a little. "Let's just say that I'm looking forward to see how you best yourself for St. Valentine's Day." She shrugged with feigned indifference and noticed how Dipper paled and his eyes widened. "This wasn't as easy as you made me think, was it?" She couldn't help but giggle at his worried face.
"Not at all." Dipper admitted and smiled sheepishly.
"Don't worry, Dork. The surprise on Valentine's Day is on me." Pacifica reassured with a pat on his chest and Dipper gave a jerk of surprise.
The heiress giggled and stared at him with a curious smile. She was done examining the attic and wanted to crash lips with him now, but the sight before her was priceless. Saying that Dipper was nervous would be falling short. The boy had his thumbs in his jeans pockets and was drumming his fingers on his legs nervously while trying his best to keep eye contact with Pacifica instead of letting his gaze roam all over her body.
"Relax, Dipper." Pacifica said to calm him. "Imagine it's one of our make out sessions but… naked." She blushed slightly.
"That's precisely what is making me nervous." He rubbed his damped palms on his jeans to dry them up.
"Why? You have another birthmark down there?" Pacifica asked teasingly.
"No, I'm nervous because you're going to be naked." He admitted as his blush deepened and his hands began sweating again.
"I'll take that as a compliment." The heiress said smugly and rested her fists on her hips.
"So… how do we start?" Dipper asked doubtfully.
"You’re such a romantic." Pacifica said sarcastically.
She closed the distance between them, resting her hands on his chest and tilting her head slightly upwards to look at him in the eyes. Feeling his warm breath bathing the skin on her nose and cheeks, there was only one thing on Pacifica's mind.
"Kiss me." She said softly and pulled at his flannel shirt.
Dipper discreetly dried his palms once more on his jeans and raised his hands to cup her cheeks. As both of them closed their eyes, Dipper tilted his head to the side and leaned closer to land a very soft kiss on her lips. He kissed her upper lip adding just the right amount of pressure and Pacifica felt her stomach melting. When they broke the kiss for breathing, Pacifica kept her eyes closed a little longer as Dipper placed a few feathery pecks along her lips concluding with one on her nose. The heiress focused on savoring every sensation of the moment by running her tongue along her lips to taste the traces left by Dipper's.
"Your hands are sweaty." She opened her eyes and looked at him with in amusement.
"Oh! Sorry." Dipper quickly removed his hands from her cheeks and cursed inwardly his nervousness.
"C'mere, Dork." Pacifica grabbed one of his hands and raised it to her face. "You should know by now that I don’t mind." She whispered and kissed the damp palm, next rubbing her cheek on it.
Dipper cupped her cheek and Pacifica held his hand pressed against her face as he began stroking her skin lovingly with his thumb. The heiress closed her eyes once more and then gave a happy sigh. She was always left with a strange feeling on her chest comparable to a pleasurable squeeze on her heart whenever Dipper smothered her in gentle caresses, but she was also left with an urging desire for more.
Pacifica opened her eyes and looked at him with a smile full of malice.
"My turn."
Where Dipper was always gentle and full of tender with his kisses, Pacifica was the complete opposite. The heiress threw her arms over his shoulders and crashed her lips into his, causing Dipper to stumble backwards and wrap his arms around her back in response. She was hungry for love and began opening and closing her mouth, as if she were trying to chew on his lips, giving a small nip now and then on his flesh. Dipper moaned the sudden amount of physical contact and pulled her closer to make everything feel just a little more special as he started reciprocating the aggressive kissing. Pacifica broke the kiss to bit down on his lower lip and pull at the flesh, knowing how that ignited her boyfriend to no end.
Dipper's eyes widened and he pushed her against the attic wall, causing a THUD sound when their bodies crashed together on the wooden surface. His lips went through her cheek down to her neck and Pacifica moaned her pleasure as she felt pull after pull in her lower belly with every soft nibble and quick suckle of her flesh. She raised her knees, rubbing them against his legs until Dipper got the hint and reached for her thighs to hold her up. Next, Pacifica parted the kissing of her neck and drew her head back with her arms around Dipper’s neck to avoid falling backwards, staring at him with a completely flushed red face.
"It'd be a shame that we didn't make use of the bed after you spent almost one petal to decorate it." Pacifica commented in a teasing tone and looked at the attic bedroom door.
Dipper giggled, withdrew from the wall and carried her in his arms to his former attic bedroom. The sun had already set and all the light came from the tea-lights only, giving the bedroom a romantic atmosphere. Pacifica sighed when Dipper laid her on the petal covered mattress and she quickly pulled at the collar of his flannel shirt to make him lean on top of her. Then, just as she had imagined two nights ago in her own bed, Pacifica pecked him furiously a few times until Dipper couldn't hold himself any longer and brought her into a passionate kiss, pushing her deeper into the layer of rose petals and filling her with rapture. Pacifica ran her hands through his mess of hair, pulling softly from his chocolate locks to release into the air his ink and pine needles scent. Those smells had nothing to do with aphrodisiacs and yet for her they worked like a charm. Meanwhile, Dipper's hands began slowly roaming through her body. He slid them inside her jacket and caressed her sides through the silky short purple dress, tracing them upwards and finally cupping her breasts.
Pacifica gasped in discomfort and pushed his hands away.
“No-no-no, Dipper. Not the twins." She closed her jacket with a frown.
Dipper got on his knees on the bed and looked at her quizzically.
"Sorry, too rough?" He asked in concern and stroked her forearm to apologize.
"No... It's not that." She sighed and lowered her head.
Pacifica had always been confident about herself and she had very few insecurities, but her breasts were one of them. When the heiress was ten and had begun using a bra due to an early growth spurt on her chest, she couldn't help but feel slightly self-conscious since none of her friends had to use that particular article of clothing yet. Nobody mocked her since nobody dared mocking Pacifica Northwest, but she saw how they looked at her and knew what her friends were thinking. They were thinking she was weird. Now that she was sixteen, Pacifica was proud of her developed chest and hourglass figure but, whenever Dipper accidentally brushed her breasts, all her worries and self-consciousness came back and she felt like that little girl who didn't know why she had to wear a bra when none of her friends did.
"Let's just... ignore them. We can do that, right?" Pacifica raised her head and looked at him pleadingly.
"Of course." Dipper reassured with a warm smile and grabbed her hand to give it a squeeze.
This hadn't been the first time they had had to stop their make out session because of her breasts, but he wouldn't push the issue today. It was the top of his to-do list to give her the night of their lives.
"Today is all about you after all, Princess."
Pacifica returned the affection with a small smile and removed her jacket to let Dipper know that she trusted him. Then, she crawled towards him and pressed her hand against his chest, causing him to topple backwards on the bed. Pacifica leaned on top of him with her hair cascading along her sides and shoulders. Dipper blushed crimson red and smiled nervously as she leaned so close he could smell the lilacs perfume of her hair, which intoxicated him pleasantly and was causing his mind to picture wonderful images in which the only thing covering her skin was her cascading blonde mane.
"Open your mouth, Dork. I wanna taste you." Pacifica demanded with lustfully sparkling eyes.
Dipper immediately opened his mouth and kept his eyes wide open in expectation for whatever Pacifica was about to do. The heiress snickered, since his face was hilarious, and then reciprocated the opened mouth, diving all the way into his lips as her tongue entered his mouth and her hands grasped his hair. Dipper's eyes widened as Pacifica's tongue began zealously exploring his mouth tooth to tooth, tickling the insides of his cheeks and lapping his palate to taste what he had eaten hours ago. Next, her tongue nudged her old friend to play and Dipper's tongue answered by trying to push the invader out and become the invader itself. Pacifica's tongue was relentless and began doing quick flicks and swirls around Dipper’s tongue, driving the boy crazy.
Dipper wrapped his arms around her back and embraced her to intensify their experience as Pacifica dropped her weight on top of him, causing both of them to moan into each other's mouths as her breasts were tightly pressed against his chest and his package was squished under her thigh. Dipper tried to readjust himself under her body and bent a knee to slide a leg between hers, accidentally brushing her crotch along the way.
Pacifica's eyes widened and broke the oral exploration to gasp loudly.
"Sorry." Dipper quickly apologized and lowered his leg, assuming that he might have caused her discomfort again.
"D-do that again." Pacifica whispered as her face flushed crimson red.
Dipper doubtfully bent his knee once more and brushed her crotch slowly. Pacifica felt a spark of pleasure from their contact flying throughout her body and she instinctively pressed her groin against his thigh, closing her eyes in bliss and whimpering as the strong sensation overcame her. Dipper stared in complete awe at how Pacifica began grinding herself against his thigh and he drew one hand to her backside, pressing her body against his a little more as he aided her movement with his own leg.
Pacifica began panting in excitement and gave a few nips to Dipper’s cheeks, whispering into his hear while rubbing her palms on his chest. “T-take off the shirt.”
Dipper didn't have to be told twice. His hands dashed towards the buttons on the collar of his red flannel shirt and began fumbling nervously in vain attempts to open his shirt as soon as possible. Pacifica giggled at his eagerness and sat astride his thigh, staring at how her boyfriend dealt clumsily with his own clothes. Her eyes darted downwards to the bulge in his jeans and saw in complete amazement how it was pulsing against the fabric. The heiress extended a doubtful hand and tentatively cupped the bulge, squeezing it and looking at Dipper to see his reaction.
"Ah! P-Pacifica!" Dipper closed his eyes in pleasure and tried to thrust his hips against her hand.
"Wow." Pacifica retrieved her hand and looked in astonishment at his reaction, noticing that the bulge was even bigger now. "Maybe we should take your jeans off first. That looks painfully tight for your Big Dipper." Pacifica commented innocently rather than sultrily and gave a playful pat to his hardness.
"S-s-s-sure!" Dipper's eyes widened and he reached inside the pocket on his pant leg to fish out a small box knowing he would probably need it soon. Next, his trembling hands began fumbling to unbutton his jeans with the same success they had had with the front panel of his flannel shirt. Pacifica smiled and picked up the box, thinking that it was another surprise for her.
She was partially right.
"Dipper? What's this?" She asked, flourishing the box.
"It's... um... protection?" Dipper replied doubtfully, unknowing why she was asking that since it was clearly stated on the box that it contained condoms.
"And what did you brought this for?" Pacifica asked and raised an eyebrow.
"To... wait, are you on the pill?" He stopped trying to remove his jeans and prompted himself on his elbows.
"I'm not on the pill." She replied with a frown and got off his thigh. "You thought we were going to do... that?"
"I uh... b-but..."
Her choice of words made Dipper realize that he might have got his hopes too high for the night. He sat up on bed and looked at her in bewilderment.
"Y-you said that you wanted to do it!" He blurted out in his defense.
"That's not true! I said that I wanted to take the next step in our relationship." Pacifica stated and opened the box curiously to have a look inside.
"And... what did you mean by that?" Dipper asked in complete confusion.
"First we hugged, then we began holding hands, then we kissed... a lot," Pacifica blushed at the memories of their make out sessions when they were twelve. "And the next step is... well, touching and stuff." Her voice came out in a distracted whisper when she fished out a row of three square wrappers from inside the box. "The thing is that... I'm not sure I feel ready to do it once, let alone three times!" She waved the row of condoms in the air.
Dipper wished for the earth to swallow him up then and there for not asking her to clarify earlier and began brainstorming for a solution.
"How about this," He quickly added when he noticed the anxiety in her face. "we'll put that back into the box and leave it there just in case you change your mind." He took the box and tossed it onto the nightstand, rejoicing in how Pacifica perked up instantly. "Now, I might need a good example of what you meant by 'touching and stuff' so that I don't mix things up again." He concluded in a playful tone.
"Oh, you know. I always liked what you managed to do your hands." Pacifica shrugged with feigned indifference and felt a small itch on her belly, urging for Dipper to place his hands there and tickle her.
"I don't think I can do that with so many clothes, Princess." Dipper smiled mischievously and eyed her short purple dress and her tight black leggings.
"You took the words out of my mouth, Dork." The heiress reciprocated both the smile and the appreciative pet name and then reached for the hem of his red flannel shirt to begin unbuttoning it deftly.
"Wait, I meant—" He was about to complain but Pacifica had already unbuttoned the seven buttons of his front panel in a flash.
"I know what you meant." Pacifica giggled and tugged at the sleeves of his unbuttoned flannel shirt for him to take it off.
"Fine, whatever." Dipper rolled his eyes. He discarded the flannel shirt and tossed it onto the floor.
Pacifica hummed appreciatively at the improved sight before her. Dipper was wearing a short-sleeved black undershirt that showed the wiry musculature of his upper-arms. The heiress felt a warm feeling inside her chest and it was, beside sexual arousal, pride for her boyfriend. She was very proud of what Dipper had achieved with a little encouragement.
When Dipper was younger, he had always felt self-conscious about his weak frame. After they began dating, the heiress noticed that and praised his small wiry musculature he had gained from chopping wood to help him a little with his lack of confidence. In consequence, he made up his mind and asked Stan to train him physically. At first it was very hard for Dipper since he wasn't a sportsperson at all, but as time passed Dipper found several exercises he enjoyed doing and figured a workout plan he practiced four times a week. With every month that passed his figure improved and now that he was sixteen and had spent almost four years building his body, he had a lean fairly muscular frame. He wasn’t close to how bulky Stan had been at his age, but he didn't mind. Dipper couldn't be any happier with his body and, since he had done it all for her, Pacifica couldn't either.
The heiress stroked his forearm upwards, tracing every faint scar earned in their adventures and feeling his thin hair stand on end under her palm. Then, she grasped the flesh of his upper-arm and looked at him sparkling eyes of excitement as she whispered "Do it."
"Do what?" Dipper replied in obliviousness.
"Flex it." She clarified.
Dipper rolled his eyes and bent his elbow to make his biceps bulge. Pacifica was enraptured when she felt his flesh hardening in her palm and pounced on top of Dipper, pushing him to lie on his back bluntly. Dipper yelped in surprise and giggled at her enthusiasm as Pacifica began voraciously ravishing his neck and collarbones with small nibbles. The heiress was eager to see more skin and seized the neck of the black undershirt, yanking it off brusquely with a loud 'RIP!' sound.
"Hey, hey! Pacifica!" Dipper protested as she tore his t-shirt from the neck to the waist, next taking the torn clothes off his body and tossing them away. "I thought you liked that t-shirt!" He stared with a frown at the remains of his ruined undershirt.
"I only liked the flannel shirt." She shrugged and then her mouth watered at all the revealed skin.
"You know,” He said, seeing his chance in her watering mouth. “it's not fair that I'm removing more clothes. You took off your jacket, but both my flannel shirt and t-shirt are off. That's two for one." He raised an eyebrow at her and tried to appeal to her logic while tracing his fingers along the side of her short dress.
"Alright." Pacifica smiled mischievously and, with a deft movement of her feet, she took off one of her cream colored boots. "That's one more to make us even and…" She removed the remaining boot. "...that's two! Now you owe me one, Dork, so shut up and stay still." Pacifica giggled and lowered herself to his naked chest.
The first thing she did was land her hands on his fairly toned pecs, stroking and cupping the flesh. Dipper squirmed at the sudden touch of her cold palms and he couldn't help but rolls his eyes. He had always found it ironic that Pacifica could do whatever she wanted to his chest in their intense make out sessions but he wasn't even allowed to brush her breasts in return, although he couldn’t deny her caresses felt pleasurable. Once Pacifica had rejoiced enough in the feeling of his sparse yet still present chest hair, she traced her hands downwards and poked his soft belly playfully. Dipper was flat, but he wasn't flat enough to avoid some teasing from the heiress. Pacifica smiled and began seizing and squeezing any loose flesh she could assemble in the only part of his body Dipper had never managed to workout.
Dipper quivered and laughed at the feeling and eventually grabbed her hands to make her stop. Then, Pacifica continued her exploration and noticed for the first time a thin trace of hair that began under Dipper's navel and continued downwards into his jeans. The heiress' eyes bulged out and, she didn't know exactly why, but she thought it was the hottest thing she had ever seen in her life. Pacifica stroked the top of his happy trail and followed it downwards with her hand, curious about its destination and even more curious about what Dipper's jeans had been hiding all these years. The heiress unbuttoned his jeans but Dipper seized her hands before she could satisfy her curiosity.
"Nuh-huh. No touching the goods." He said with a playful smile. "You've to pay for that."
"I've money." Pacifica said nonchalantly and fished out a wad of cash from her discarded jacket pocket, earning a surprised look from Dipper.
"But I don't want money,” He said after taking a second to recover from his surprise. “I want your dress." Dipper concluded and looked at her short purple dress lustfully.
Pacifica sat up on bed to ponder about the offer for a second. She concluded it was a good trade since she would still be winning the clothes contest by keeping her leggings and underwear. The heiress pushed her blonde hair back and then raised her arms over her head, looking at Dipper expectantly.
"Well? My arms are getting tired." Pacifica raised an eyebrow since he wasn't moving.
"Oh! You want me to…? Right."
Dipper sat up before her and seized the hem of her dress as Pacifica got on her knees to ease the removal of her clothes. He swiftly pulled the dress up, revealing how her leggings reached up to her navel, her fair-skinned belly, a purple bra and then how her hair bounced back into place as Dipper pulled the dress along with the decorative belt over her head and tossed them aside. Pacifica pushed over her shoulders the hair that had fallen on her chest and glanced at Dipper to claim her end of the bargain.
Dipper, however, was faster.
Fueled by the improved sight, he pressed his hand firmly on the center of Pacifica's chest and pushed her onto her back, his eyes drinking in her naked skin and demanding his turn to touch and explore. Pacifica was at first taken aback, but Dipper showing some initiative instead of being nervous all over the place was such a rare event that she couldn’t help but smile, blush and instinctively spread her legs in a not-very-ladylike way to grant him complete access. Dipper’s gaze roamed all over her body and pondered about where to start. His eyes landed on her groin and he gulped, seeing her panties through the close-fitting leggings which didn’t leave much to the imagination. Dipper wanted badly to touch her there, but he didn’t know how she would take it and, between the condoms misunderstanding and the breasts issue, he had already committed two mistakes too many that night, so he concluded on touching from the waist up only and play it safe for now.
Dipper kneeled in front of her and leaned forward in between her legs. Her skin was cool and demanded to be warmed up. His hands were warm and urging to touch her. Pacifica rested her palms on his chest and closed her eyes as Dipper touched every inch of her upper body, giving her goosebumps and sparks of pleasure. He began sweeping her upper arms and giving a soft squeeze to her shoulders. Next, his hands went over her breasts respectfully ignoring them and he began tracing circles with his fingertips around her navel. Her belly twitched in response and Pacifica gave a giggle, causing Dipper to rejoice at the sound.
“Dipper! Don’t do that!” She protested as her giggle turned into laughter, only increasing Dipper’s desire to tickle his favorite part of Pacifica’s body.
When they were twelve and began dating, Dipper had been concerned about why Pacifica hardly ever smiled genuinely or laughed. Then, he discovered the trouble she was having at home with her parents because of him and Dipper made his personal goal to cheer her up somehow to compensate. He tried everything to make her laugh for days, achieving only small smiles and soft giggles in return much to his disappointment, until one day he accidentally brushed her belly at the pool and Pacifica suddenly burst into laughter. Dipper was so fascinated by the sound and by how easily it had been to produce in comparison to his hard efforts of the previous days that he deemed her ticklish belly his favorite part of Pacifica's body. And, even though nowadays she was a happy girl and her parent issues were forgotten, her ticklish belly still achieved the same effect on both teens.
Pacifica seized his hands to stop the ticklish abuse of her belly and pulled him on top of her. Dipper hugged her they began kissing each other, rejoicing in the feeling of skin against skin. The sudden increase of physical contact made the tingling between Pacifica’s legs almost unbearable. She tried to rub herself against Dipper again to satisfy her urging clitoris, but he had his legs extended. The heiress slowed down the kisses and drew her hand between their bodies, sliding it inside her leggings and petting herself very softly. Her curiosity was demanding her to achieve orgasm and finally know what it felt like, but the amazing sensation coming out of her groin made her take it slow and enjoy every soft spark of pleasure while it lasted. The sensation was similar to what she had felt in her room two nights ago, but definitely stronger since all her mind had to worry about was her own pleasure. She didn't have to imagine Dipper on top of herself. She had Dipper on top of herself.
Dipper noticed Pacifica’s lack of attention to their kissing and raised his head to look at her. The blush on her face was quickly going from pink to crimson and she was giving small pants. Puzzled by her behavior, Dipper had a look in between their bodies and what he saw caused him to gulp loudly. Pacifica was touching herself under him and every time her hand rubbed her groin up and down she accidentally raised the waistband of her leggings, giving Dipper an unintentional flash of her hairless mound. The lack of kissing also made Pacifica open her eyes and see how her boyfriend was blushing more and more while gaping at her private parts. The heiress smiled and reached for the fly of his jeans with her free hand.
“Dipper, let’s get to the good part.” She whispered and lowered the zipper, cupping his package through the thin fabric of his boxers. Pacifica felt his heartbeat on her palm and her inner walls gave a twitch of expectation, causing her to moan and the new sensation. At the same time, Dipper grunted softly and wished wholeheartedly that she did exactly what she was doing, but inside his boxers instead.
Much to his disappointment, Pacifica withdrew her hand and looked at him with a mischievous smile.
“I call first by the way. Touch me now and I’ll tackle your friend in the boxers later.”
Pacifica pulled out a damped hand from her leggings and grabbed Dipper’s hand, guiding it towards her groin. Dipper, however, grabbed her hand back and pulled it over her head, pinning her to the bed. Pacifica looked at him in bewilderment and Dipper gave her a serious face.
“Princess, you’re forgetting this is my first time too and I’d also like it to be special, so… how about instead of you first we simply do it at the same time?” He positioned the throbbing tent in his boxers above her groin and looked at her expectantly.
Pacifica grinned and grabbed his free hand with hers, their fingers interlacing in a loving bond and letting Dipper pin that hand too over her head. Supposedly immobilized under him, since she knew that with a soft pull Dipper would let go of her hands, she raised her head and gave him a quick peck on the lips to let him know that he could start. Dipper aimed the tent in his boxers at the damp spot on her leggings and gave it a small nudge. Pacifica gasped softly and squeezed Dipper’s fingers. Dipper readjusted himself on top of her and began thrusting his hips against her, timing every poke at her groin with a quick peck on her lips.
Dipper wasn’t sure he was going to reach orgasm that way, but he couldn’t deny it felt pleasurable and seeing Pacifica’s face was priceless. With every poke at her groin, Pacifica closed her eyes blissfully, opened her mouth to pant softly and gave a quick squeeze to their interlaced fingers. However, seeing that he wasn’t receiving half as much satisfaction from their activity as the heiress was, Dipper began poking her harder and harder to compensate. Pacifica quickly answered by placing her legs around Dipper’s waist, pulling him into a hard thrust and keeping both their groins pressed together with the luck that he nudged her right below her clit. Pacifica choked out an “Oh, gosh!” and raised her head to crash lips with him in a passionate act. Dipper plunged his tongue into her mouth in response and Pacifica began sucking it softly. The boy imagined that was the closest thing to oral sex he had ever experienced and moaned, his penis twitching happily at the idea.
Pacifica shot her eyes open and stopped sucking his tongue, pulling her hands free from his grasp and pushing Dipper to part the embrace. She had also felt the twitch.
“Did you just… cum?” She looked at his boxers in amusement and pointed at the damp spot on them.
“Wh-what? Of course not!” He quickly denied the insult at his stamina. “I’m pretty sure that’s all you.”
“Really?” Then she realized how damped her leggings were. “Oh, wow. I’m gonna need a new pair of panties after that. So… why did your Big Dipper move like that?” She looked back at him curiously, eager to learn as much as possible of her boyfriend’s body.
“I uh… I kind of like it a lot when you do that thing to my tongue.” Dipper looked aside in embarrassment.
“Why? All I did was suck it.” Pacifica commented in obliviousness.
Dipper bit his lower lip and she saw how the tent in his boxers twitched again. Then, clarity dawned on the heiress.
“Seriously?” The heiress narrowed her eyes at him. “Just so that we’re clear on this, I’m not gonna put in my mouth what you use for peeing.”
“I-I didn’t say you had to!” Dipper blurted out in his defense.
“I know, Dork. I’m just messing with you.” Pacifica giggled and pulled him back into an embrace. “Let’s get back to having fun through the clothes, but this time I want you to poke me a little higher.” She whispered in urges to satisfy the itching on her clit.
“I’ve a better idea in mind.” He did his best to make a sultry smile and hugged her shoulders.
Dipper dropped his weight on top of Pacifica and, instead of poking her groin, he began rubbing his package against the sodden spot on her leggings. Pacifica wrapped Dipper in her arms and whimpered pleasantly at this new form of stimulation. She felt a soft spark flying from her groin throughout her body with every rub. By the pleasant tingling in his own groin, Dipper was now certain that he could eventually orgasm by doing this, so his main and only goal became that Pacifica orgasmed too. He tried to kiss her in between his rubs but Pacifica’s mouth was way too busy voicing her pleasure, so he traced a kissing line along her cheek and onto her neck. The heiress gasped loudly when Dipper suckled her neck, not hard enough to leave a hickey but enough for her to feel it. Pacifica smiled with malice and traced her hands down Dipper’s back, sliding them inside his jeans and boxers to give his butt a hard squeeze. The boy yelped in surprise and increased the speed with which he was rubbing himself against her.
Pacifica withdrew her hands from his jeans and pulled Dipper closer. The heiress was beginning to feel something different in her groin, something strong. She tightened her bent knees around Dipper and began raising her hips over and over again to meet his movement in a half-conscious desire. As Dipper continued his kissing line from his neck to her jawline, Pacifica began moaning softly and digging her fingernails in his back. Dipper hissed his pain and continued upwards along her jawline, kissing the spot at the end of it right below her ear. Pacifica shuddered at the sudden feeling surging throughout her body. Then, Dipper engulfed her earlobe and gave it a gentle nip, his tongue flicking on the trapped flesh. Pacifica’s eyes bulged out and she felt a strong sensation coming from her sensitive earlobe which flew through her body and met the already building up tension in her groin, causing her to give squeak of joy as her inner walls spasmed one, two and three times in her micro-orgasm pleasure.
Dipper parted from the embrace on the spot and stared at her reaction worriedly.
“Are you alright?”
Pacifica didn’t reply immediately. Instead, she drew one hand between their bodies and pressed her mound through the leggings, trying to find out what had just happened to her. As was the usual with micro-orgasms, she had been left with a sensation of confusion and disappointment, but also with a clear desire for more.
“I wanna do it.” She whispered absently, still analyzing the already fading feeling in her fingertips.
“What?” Dipper asked to make sure he had heard her right.
“I said that I’ve changed my mind. I wanna do it.” She repeated louder.
“Are you sure about that?” Dipper looked at her warily, knowing how one could say something caught up in the moment and later regret it.
The heiress stared at the room before replying. Dipper had redecorated the attic bedroom in her favorite colors. He had covered the bed in petals. And, most importantly for her, he was willing stop and give everything up if she said no.
Pacifica cupped his face and stared into his eyes with a serious expression.
“Yes, Mason. I love you and I wanna do it.”
“Don’t call me that, you know I don’t like it.” Dipper groaned and moved his face out of her hands.
“Whatever, Dork.” Pacifica rolled her eyes. “I called you by your name just to let you know how serious I am.”
There was an awkward silence between them. After having his gaze lowered for a while, Dipper finally raised his head and stared into her eyes again.
“Can you… say it again but using my nickname this time?” He mumbled.
The heiress snickered and cupped his face once more, looking at him with a warm smile.
“I wanna make love with you, Dipper Pines. And, as far as I remember from Sex Education, that means you’ve to get rid of those jeans.”
Dipper giggled and parted from the embrace. He sat on the edge of the bed and unbuttoned his jeans on the first try. He was feeling calmer now that they’ve played for a while and he was also feeling a warm fluttering on his chest. Pacifica had said ‘make love’ instead of ‘have sex’ and that was very important for him. Once he tossed his jeans and shoes onto the floor, a purple bra landed right on top of them. Dipper’s eyes widened and he turned around very slowly.
Pacifica was smiling nervously and kneeling on the bed, her hair pulled over her shoulders to cascade over her front side and an arm placed over her naked breasts to cover them from sight. Dipper climbed back on the bed and kneeled in front of her. He pushed her hair back over her shoulders and placed his hand on the forearm covering her breasts. Dipper stared into her eyes while pushing her arm very softly downwards in an attempt to expose her charms. Pacifica eventually complied and lowered her arm. Dipper gaped at her breasts for an instant and then stared back into Pacifica’s eyes with a huge grin. He had no idea where to categorize her since he had no clue about bras, but Pacifica had, just as he had expected, a pair of big perky pale breasts with pert pink nipples. He drew his hands to cup both at the same time as his heart pounded on his chest, but Pacifica seized his forearms first.
“Dipper, we’ve talked about this.” She reminded him.
“I know, but…” Dipper gave her the biggest pout he could manage.
Pacifica sighed and let go of his arms.
“Just be gentle. They’re very sensitive and tender.”
Dipper nodded eagerly and grabbed her breasts, realizing with satisfaction that they weren’t uncomfortably big for his hands. He immediately gasped as a result, since their skin was nothing like he had expected. Pacifica’s skin on her arms and the rest of her body was soft and cool to the touch, but her breasts were warm instead, and even softer. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and began massaging her breasts in circles, brushing her nipples with his palms and feeling completely joyful, wishing he could do that all day. On the other hand, Pacifica was feeling slightly uneasy. Dipper’s touch felt rougher than she had expected and his palms, which were dry for a change, felt very uncomfortable on her nipples. The last straw was Dipper trying to squeeze them a little too hard, which caused Pacifica to wince and push his hands away.
“Sorry.” Dipper quickly apologized, realizing that he had let himself being carried away by the new sensation.
Pacifica stayed silent and massaged her chest awkwardly, trying to ease the weird feeling on her nipples. Dipper closed the distance between them and brought her into a hug, rubbing his cheek on hers. He was both showing her he could be gentle and also asking for forgiveness. The heiress smiled faintly and reciprocated the hug, pressing her bare chest on his and realizing that it didn’t feel that bad when it was just a hug. Pacifica sighed happily and leaned closer to his ear.
“Help me out of these leggings, Dork. They’re very tightly fitted.”
“Believe me, I’ve noticed.” Dipper replied lustfully.
The boy smiled and parted from the embrace, stroking her thighs through the fabric of her leggings. Pacifica waggled her eyebrows playfully and turned on her knees with her back at him. Dipper hugged her from behind and pushed her long hair aside to massage her rear with his hands as he landed a quick peck on her shoulder. The heiress hummed appreciatively and began lowering her leggings teasingly slow. Dipper hooked his fingers on the hem of her clothes and helped her go a little faster. When her purple cotton panties were completely exposed, Dipper gave her butt a hard squeeze through the fabric in revenge for her earlier butt squeeze and Pacifica squeaked in surprise. Then, he embraced her closely, rubbing the tent on his boxers against the back of her panties as his hands traced her belly downwards very slowly. Pacifica panted softly in expectation and bumped his package playfully with her butt. Dipper moaned quietly and held the waistband of her panties, ready to lower them.
Pacifica stopped his hands and stared at him over her shoulder.
“You first.” She whispered with a small smile.
Dipper withdrew his hands and stood up from the bed. Pacifica was having some trouble removing her tight-fitting black leggings, so he pulled at the pant legs to help her. Then, while he was tossing her leggings away, Pacifica crawled to the edge of the bed with a mischievous smile and hooked her fingers on the waistband of Dipper’s boxers.
“Wait, wait!” He tried to warn her since her face was mere inches away from his groin.
The heiress ignored him and eagerly pulled his boxers down. His erection sprang loose and, just as Dipper had feared, struck Pacifica right on the nose. The heiress backed away in surprise and, after staring at his naked erection for a few seconds, she began to laugh.
“Uh… What’s so funny?” Dipper looked at himself self-consciously.
“It was a Big Dipper after all!” Pacifica said between giggles. “All this years when I called it ‘your Big Dipper’ you blushed so much I thought it was gonna be small!”
“You really think it’s big?” Dipper looked at his erection doubtfully. “I always thought it was average.” He tilted it upwards and pressed it on his belly.
In truth, Pacifica had no prior experience to compare Dipper with, but the tip of his tilted upwards cock reached right below his navel and she guessed Dipper would be that deep inside of her soon. She felt herself getting wetter and stared at him while biting her lip, but Dipper was still looking at himself worriedly.
“It looks big.” Pacifica commented to boost his ego a little and help him overcome his self-consciousness, and Dipper smiled proudly in response.
Before Dipper could do anything else, Pacifica drew her hand to his groin and petted the lightly-fuzzed hair of his happy trail to let him know that she was going to touch him. Dipper smiled nervously and removed his hands to grant her complete access. Pacifica stared curiously at his erection for a few seconds. It was basically a straight shaft ending in a skin hooded head and it throbbed slightly from time to time. The heiress grabbed the shaft tentatively and realized that she could barely curl her fingers around its width. Dipper gasped at her cold hands. Pacifica’s eyes widened at the unique feeling of both hard and soft at the same time and at how she could feel his pulse in her palm. She traced his length softly until she reached the head of his penis. Pacifica noticed that on the opening at the tip there was a viscous transparent liquid. She touched it with her finger and Dipper winced, causing her to withdraw the digit.
“It’s slippery.” She commented while tightening the grasp on his shaft and pulling the foreskin back experimentally until the skin stayed stuck at the base of the tip and revealed completely the head of his penis. “Does this hurt?”
“N-no but the head is v-very sensitive.” Dipper panted as he tried to thrust himself into her hand to achieve some pleasure.
Pacifica held his cock firmly in one hand and with the other she cupped his balls, mentally counting two inside the sack. Then, she slowly gave him a pump and Dipper moaned softly. Happy with how apparently easy it was to grant him pleasure, Pacifica began to stroke him while playing with his balls in her other hand. The heiress hadn’t really known what to expect regarding this topic, considering that all she had known about the matter was textbook pictures which were all flaccid and, in her opinion, ugly. In contrast, Dipper’s cock was straight and hard, it throbbed and Pacifica could swear it replied to her stimulation with twitches as if it had a mind of its own. The heiress found it curious and very fascinating, realizing that she was looking forwards to play with it all day. Moreover, a quick glance upwards made her realize that Dipper’s face was hilarious. He was displaying a silly expression with his eyes clenched shut and his mouth opened in pleasure. Pacifica smiled with malice and went for the part she hadn’t touched yet. She curled up her fingers around the exposed head of his penis and squished it.
“D-don’t do that!” He squeaked and pulled himself free from her grasp.
The heiress snickered and kept the malevolent stare.
“I’m not sure how are you gonna put it in if whenever something touches the tip you pull back to make that silly sound.” She commented teasingly.
“Like this.” Dipper shrugged and pushed his foreskin back in place to protect the oversensitive head of his penis. Then he reached for the box of condoms resting on the nightstand.
“Wait,” Pacifica snatched the box from his hands. “don’t put anything on yet. Can you like… hold it from cumming?”
“Why are you asking me that?” He raised an eyebrow.
Pacifica blushed and lowered her gaze.
“I don’t want you to put anything on… at least at the beginning.”
Dipper got back on the bed and kneeled in front of her.
“Pacifica, you know the risks, right? I mean… We’re a little too young to take that risk.” He looked at her seriously, knowing how an unwanted pregnancy would pretty much ruin their lives at the age of sixteen.
“I know, but… Dipper I want it to be you who breaks through, not the latex.” He mumbled as her face blushed a redder color.
Dipper’s eyes darted left and right in confusion.
“Break through what?”
Pacifica looked at him in disbelief.
“Um… Dipper, we’ve been dating since we were twelve.”
“Yeah, and?” He still failed to catch on.
“And I’m obviously a virgin?” She added sarcastically.
“Oh!” Dipper caught on and began to chuckle. “Really? I thought you knew! The whole ‘pop your cherry’ thing is just a bunch of misinformation! What, you thought you had a wall down there?” He asked and Pacifica looked at him quizzically, nodding very slowly. “And how does your period come through every month then?” He countered matter-of-factly. “You’ve nothing there to break, Princess.” Dipper concluded and stroked her arm to calm her.
“I guess that kinda makes sense.” The heiress smiled. “Huff, that’s actually a huge relief because after seeing your Big Dipper I was all like ‘Oh my gosh, that’s gonna hurt’.” She giggled and Dipper accompanied her. “Still… I don’t want you to put anything on for the first time.” Pacifica added and Dipper frowned. “Can’t you just pull out and put on the condom halfway through?” She suggested.
“It’s not about pulling out in time.” He stroked his cock a little until it produced some precum. “You can still get pregnant from this. I think it’s not a good idea.”
Pacifica had never lost a discussion with Dipper in her life and she was not about to begin now.
“You’ve made your point and now let me make mine.” The heiress looked at him sternly. “My period came nine days ago, so the chances are super small and, if it makes you feel better, I’ll get tomorrow a morning after pill just to be sure. Besides, you said earlier you also wanted your first time to be special too and what’s more special than doing it raw?” She smiled and raised an eyebrow.
Dipper realized he had lost again and threw his head back to groan.
“Fine.”
“You’re still gonna wear a condom for the end though. By the way, where did you get these?” She fished out the row of square wrappers from the box. “I have never seen a dispenser anywhere in Gravity Falls.”
“From the pharmacy.” He replied nonchalantly.
“Really? And how was it?” Pacifica put on a nervous face and did her best imitation of his voice. “Hi, I-I-I’d like to buy p-protection for my uh… g-girlfriend.” She stammered and burst into laughter when Dipper blushed.
“Hey, at least I managed to get the box without the pharmacist asking about my age or something.” Dipper countered.
“The pharmacist probably knew you’re underage but said nothing. It’s obviously better for everyone that you leave with a contraceptive than empty handed.” She shrugged and lay back on the bed. “C’mon, Dipper. I’ve already touched you and now it’s your turn.” She patted her groin playfully.
Dipper smiled nervously and leaned over her belly. He gave her navel a quick peck and pulled her sodden panties down until he removed them through her ankles. Then, he stared at her mound and his eyes widened.
“Did you shave that?”
“You like it?” Pacifica looked at him doubtfully.
“You’re beautiful.” The boy placed his palm on her hairless mound and stroked it very softly, causing Pacifica to shudder and reflexively close her thighs around his hand. “I wonder whether you’re a natural blonde or not now, though.” He joked.
“Give me a week or two and you’ll see how natural blonde I am.” The heiress looked at him defiantly.
Dipper chuckled and lowered his hand from her mound to her vulva. He had seen that being done a thousand times while he was studying ‘instructive cinematography’ about the female body, but doing it in person wasn’t nearly the same. He began petting softly the folds of skin at each side of her entrance, stroking her labia up and down. Dipper had no idea if he was doing it right, so he looked at Pacifica for confirmation. She was giving him a needy pout and clenching the petals on the mattress in her fists. The boy guessed he wasn’t doing it right enough. Dipper placed a finger at the base of her slit and, as he ran it upwards, Pacifica also raised her hips to follow his touch. He giggled and petted the area around her clit. The heiress whimpered softly and Dipper stared in amazement at how her clit grew slightly at the stimulation and poked out of its hood. Dipper experimentally pressed it with his thumb to see Pacifica’s reaction, but she yelped and winced at the strong sensation.
“Sorry, rookie mistake.” Dipper quickly apologized and removed his thumb.
“That’s exactly what I said two nights ago when the same thing happened to me!” She commented in amusement.
“Really? That sounded as if you had begun touching yourself only two nights ago.” He joked and Pacifica blushed. Dipper began wetting his thumb on her entrance. He had guessed beforehand that her sex would be wet, but he thought it was going to be water-wet and what he found was slippery-wet, mucus-like. It reminded him of when he had a runny nose, but he refrained himself from commenting that. Once his thumb was enough lubricated, he petted her clit again.
Pacifica guessed it was gonna hurt once more and reflexively recoiled but, much to her surprise, it didn’t hurt at all. It felt amazing.
“How did you do that!?” She exclaimed wide-eyed.
“I—uh… Isn’t this the way to touch it?” He asked doubtfully.
“I don’t know, I kinda began doing that two nights ago.” She mumbled.
Dipper laughed at first, thinking that she was doing a follow up to his previous joke. Pacifica’s serious face made him stop.
“Wait, you’re not kidding? You had never touched herself until two nights ago?” He asked in disbelief. “But… everyone does it!”
“Ugh, I already had this conversation with your sister.” Pacifica groaned and slumped back on the bed. “No, I had never touched myself before. No, I don’t exactly know where you have to touch. Yes, I’m weird. But thanks for reminding me.” She added sarcastically.
“Well… It’s not weird, just a little unusual.” Dipper gave her a lopsided smile. “And… how was your first time?”
Pacifica sighed, knowing that was the part when he laughed at her.
“Bad. My hand cramped halfway through.”
“Oh.” Instead of laughing as Pacifica had expected him to do, Dipper grabbed her right hand and massaged it in his. “That must’ve hurt.” Dipper commented by experience, since when he began working out years ago he suffered lots of cramping.
Pacifica smiled warmly at his compassion and decided not to tell him he had grabbed the wrong hand, considering it an acceptable mistake since she was right handed for most her daily activities after all.
“So… you didn’t manage to get off?” Dipper continued and Pacifica shook her head. “And you didn’t try again after that?”
“I was having a few issues concentrating and I hoped you would give me a hand with that today. Literally.” She smiled playfully at her own pun.
“Why didn’t you try watching hum… you know.” He thought back immediately, unsure of how Pacifica would take the fact that he watched porn.
“My laptop apparently has a parental lock and… why would I?” She prompted herself on her elbows and reached to caress Dipper’s cheek, her eyes drinking in the naked form of her boyfriend. “All I’ve ever wanted to see is right in front of me.”
Dipper sighed happily at her affection and positioned himself on top of her, kissing her passionately. “Don’t worry about your hand cramping, Princess. I’ll make you cum all the times you want.”
“Still a great romantic, Dork.” Pacifica said sarcastically and Dipper chuckled.
The heiress spread her legs and Dipper aimed his erection at her entrance. Pacifica had a final look at his cock and wondered for a second if it would fit completely inside herself and if would be comfortable. She pushed those thoughts away and stared at Dipper. He was looking at her expectantly, so she stroked his chest with her hands to give him the go. Dipper entered her very slowly and Pacifica inhaled as his cock began to disappear inside her. Once the head was engulfed in the labia, Dipper encountered some resistance. He looked puzzled for a second and readjusted himself on top of her, changing the angle slightly. Dipper slid himself inside one more time and found resistance again at the same depth. He tried giving it a nudge and Pacifica winced in pain.
“Uh…” He pulled back and scratched his chin in confusion. “Maybe it’s the angle.”
“Maybe. Let me be on top.”
Dipper lay on his back and Pacifica straddled him, her hands resting on his chest to keep her balance. She placed her groin above his erection and Dipper aimed his cock upwards with his hand. Once Pacifica lowered herself and the tip was pressed against the entrance, Dipper let go of his erection and rested his hands on her thighs. He had to admit that position was amazing from his point of view. He had Pacifica on full display on top of him with all her charms at arm’s reach, and he couldn’t wait to see her breasts bouncing when they began to move. However, his lust prevented him from seeing Pacifica’s distressed face. Dipper placed his hands on her hips, pulling her slowly downwards. Again, he barely managed to bury the head of his penis and nothing else. This time Dipper felt a ring circling around his tip, letting pass inside her vagina only the narrowest part of the head of his penis. Dipper pulled her downwards a little harder and the ring stretched a little, letting more of his cock inside but also causing Pacifica to yelp in pain. Dipper immediately let go of her hips and Pacifica got off him.
“I-I don’t know why it doesn’t fit in!” Dipper exclaimed in bewilderment. “We’re practically the same height and build! It should fit without trouble!”
“I know what’s wrong.” Pacifica sighed and looked aside. “It doesn’t fit in because I’ve never put anything down there before and it isn’t stretched.” She mumbled and Dipper remained silent, guessing she might be right.
Pacifica took a handful of rose petals and raised them in the air, dropping them and seeing how they slowly fell on the bed. Then she turned to Dipper with a sad face.
“I’m sorry, Dipper. I can’t do this. You’ve worked so much to make this night special for us and I’ve ruined everything before it even started.”
“Don’t say that. It’s okay.” Dipper quickly intervened. “Look, how about going for your original plan? I touch you, then you touch me and that way we can begin stretching you a little for the next time.” He tried to cheer her with some positive thinking, but Pacifica lowered her gaze. “C’mon, Pacifica. It’s alright. You know what really makes me happy.” He traced a furtive hand across her belly and she reflexively giggled, filling Dipper’s heart with joy. “Besides, I don’t blame you. Why would you blame yourself?”
“Fine.” Pacifica stopped giggling and looked at him with a smile full of malice. “Let’s get to the touching and stuff, Mason.”
Dipper rolled his eyes and glared at her.
“One of these days I’m going to begin calling you Elise instead and you’ll regret teasing me so much about my name.”
Pacifica burst into giggles and lay on her back, pulling Dipper to lie on top of her. They began kissing softly and, as Pacifica stroked his chest and belly, Dipper rested his weight on his side while his free hand began roaming through her body. He brushed her breast very lightly, he caressed her side next and finally his hand went between her legs. He teased her entrance, tracing his fingers along her labia and around her clit until Pacifica stopped kissing him and mouthed a “Please...”.
Now that Dipper was in control, he wanted to take full advantage of the situation. Dipper pushed her gently to lie flat on the bed and traced a kissing line down her neck to her collarbone. Pacifica ran her hands through his mess of hair and failed to realize what Dipper was doing until it was too late.
“Wait, Dipper! Don’t—Ah!” She gasped loudly when Dipper kissed her breast.
The boy looked at her playfully and began landing gentle kisses around her right breast, gradually moving towards the center of it. Then, he engulfed her nipple in his mouth and gave it a few flicks with his tongue, causing Pacifica to quiver under him. Dipper sucked her breast and pulled at it as if trying for Pacifica to breastfeed him, pressing it with his mouth next and darting his tongue in circles around her nipple. Dipper felt a pull on his hair and he raised his head from her breast, looking at Pacifica in hopes that she had enjoyed the stimulation.
“I’m not a cow, you know?” The heiress frowned at him.
Dipper giggled nervously and sighed in disappointment. He withdrew his face from her breast and continued his kissing downwards. Pacifica, however, yanked at his hair again.
“Dipper, you forgot about the other one.” She muttered in embarrassment.
“Huh? Where’s the Pacifica Northwest who didn’t want her ‘twins’ to be touched?” Dipper teased happily.
“I can call her if you wanna discuss the issue with her.” Pacifica snickered and pulled his face back onto her chest. “Do that thing again and… very gently.”
Where his hands had felt very rough and uncomfortable on her breasts earlier, his mouth was a complete different story. Dipper went for the left breast this time. He began giving feathery strokes with his fingers to the outer edges of the breast while his moist lips went for her nipple. Dipper circled his tongue around her pert nipple very slowly until he felt it protruding and heard Pacifica sigh. Then, he raised his head and blew gently on the half-erected nipple, giving Pacifica an icy sensation on her breast. The heiress moaned her sudden pleasure and felt her nipple hardening to no end. Dipper noticed it too and engulfed the erected nipple, lightly nibbling it with his teeth and his bottom lip as support. Pacifica yanked at his hair pleasantly and urged for Dipper to continue. He parted from the breast and stared at it. The flesh around her chest had begun to blush and the areola went from light pink to crimson red. Her breast was completely aroused. Satisfied with the result, Dipper sucked his fingers wet and replaced his mouth with his hand, cupping her breast and using the moist digits to rub and lightly pinch the erected nipple while his mouth took proper care of the other breast.
Dipper exhaled on it, his breath warming up the dry and waiting to be aroused nipple. He traced a circle of kisses around it and then exhaled on her breast again, teasing her sensitive flesh and making Pacifica tremble in excitement. When the heiress thought she wouldn’t be able to hold herself any longer and her body writhed in desire, Dipper stuck out his tongue and ran it from the bottom to the top of Pacifica’s breast in a single lick, passing over the nipple. Next he quickly blew all over the wetted area, her nipple reacting immediately at the sudden change from warm to cold and standing on its end. Having both breasts complete aroused, Dipper cupped one in each hand and pressed them together, burying his face in between them. He loved the warm and soft feeling on his cheeks, but what he enjoyed overall was her hard nipples protruding against his skin. Dipper ran his tongue across her breastbone a few times and he finally let go of her breasts, satisfied with the experience. He was about to continue ravishing her skin downwards to her belly when Pacifica pulled his face back to her chest again.
“P-please, keep d-doing that.” She begged between pants of excitement.
“You don’t want me to continue downwards?” He raised an eyebrow and Pacifica let go of his hair immediately.
Dipper snickered and traced a kissing line down to her navel. He had always loved Pacifica’s belly, especially when it came to hugging her while they slept together. Dipper was eager for the arriving of next Christmas, since she usually gained a few pounds during those holidays and he enjoyed his ‘more Pacifica to love’ until she lost the slight overweight a few weeks before spring break with a strict diet. However, right now all he had was her flat belly which he enjoyed nonetheless. Dipper darted his tongue into her bellybutton and her belly twitched as Pacifica giggled. Then, he continued his assault downwards. Pacifica’s eyes widened and she wondered how far Dipper’s tongue was going to get as her clit tingled in expectation. Dipper landed a few passionate kisses on her mound and then completely skipped her vulva, going straight to her inner thighs.
“Um… Dipper, I think you missed something important down here.” She took a handful of petals and spread them over her groin.
“Whaaaaat!?” Dipper asked with feigned surprise and did his best imitation of her voice. “Just so that we’re clear on this, I’m not putting in my mouth what you use for peeing.”
Pacifica narrowed her eyes and glared at him.
“I hate you.”
Dipper chuckled and leaned over her groin.
“Well, I love you.” He replied and landed a quick peck on her clit between the petals, causing Pacifica to give a sudden jerk of surprise. They stared at each other in amusement and giggled. Dipper blew the petals away and began petting her mound with his fingers. “I’m going to make you feel good now, Princess. We’ll discuss the oral thing later.” He said, lying between her legs.
The boy wanted to use both hands to pleasure her this time, but he had also another goal in mind. Dipper traced her slit with his index while rubbing her clit lightly with his thumb through the hood. Pacifica threw her head back and moaned her pleasure softly, but then she had to jerk her head back towards her groin. She was feeling Dipper pulling her nether lips apart to look inside.
“What are you doing?” She blushed crimson red in embarrassment.
“You were right earlier. Your hymen is too narrow.” Dipper commented as he stared at her entrance.
Pacifica’s hymen was oval-shaped. It was a thin membrane right at her entrance, too tight to let his penis in, but wide enough to let a finger, maybe two inside without any issues. Dipper tried to insert a finger inside but Pacifica pulled back.
“You sure that’s a good idea?” She looked at him warily.
“Don’t worry, I’m only gonna dip in a little.” Dipper said in a playful tone.
“Do another pun about your nickname and I’m slapping you in the face.”
Dipper giggled and spoke again in the same playful tone.
“Just lie back peacefully and let me do my thing.”
It took her a few seconds to realize he had just made another pun and this time it was about her name.
“You’re an idiot.” She chuckled and raised her hips a little to grant him a better access.
Dipper dipped one finger inside her and began stroking her hymen in tries to stretch it a little. Then, he realized how moist and hot her insides were and he urged for the time when he could feel that around his erection. On the other hand, Pacifica inhaled sharply at the new sensation, feeling how Dipper rubbed his finger against her inner walls. Dipper saw that she was getting noticeably wetter and slid another finger inside, which fitted barely due to the narrow hymen. He began moving his digits in circles, feeling after a pair of minutes how it no longer felt so tight anymore. Dipper smiled, realizing that he was successfully stretching her hymen painlessly. As he worked on wetting her tunnel, Dipper also rubbed her clit with his thumb and saw how her labia was swelling slightly and blushing in excitement, and how her aroused clit poked even more under its hood. Her mound and the general area of her groin were reddening and Pacifica was beginning to moan loudly at his fingering.
“Dipper, stop.” She panted heavily, her face completely flushed red in excitement. Dipper withdrew his fingers and Pacifica pulled him to lean on top of her. “Put it in.” She whispered.
“Uh… I don’t think it’s going to slide smoothly yet.” Dipper countered.
“I don’t care.” Pacifica spread her legs and stroked his chest lovingly. “Please, put it in.”
His own arousal was begging him to agree. Dipper sighed and complied. He leaned on top of her in between her bent knees and gave himself a few pumps to make sure he was as hard as possible. Then, before he could aim his cock at her entrance, Pacifica extended her hand and grabbed his shaft, pushing his foreskin backwards to reveal the head of his penis completely.
“Why did you do that?” Dipper asked quizzically, the sensitive head feeling a little too cold in contact with the air.
“I didn’t forbid you from wearing a condom so that now you waste the opportunity to feel everything with that excess of skin. Leave your Big Dipper like that and put it in.” She demanded.
Dipper smiled and aimed the naked head at her groin, rubbing it against her clit. Both of them gasped at the same time and Dipper pushed his erection on her entrance. Just the feeling of having the head engulfed by her labia was heavenly to Dipper’s cock. He leaned on top of Pacifica, hugging her shoulders and staring into her eyes.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“In the end it’s gonna hurt, isn’t it?” Pacifica gave him a lopsided smile and Dipper nodded.
“Try to relax, Princess.” He placed his hand on her ticklish belly and caressed it.
Pacifica giggled and pulled his head closer to hers. She lifted his bangs and kissed his birthmark.
“Just make me see the stars.” She whispered lovingly and wrapped her arms around his neck as Dipper hugged her closely, their foreheads pressed together.
Dipper slowly slid himself inside. His previous stimulation had stretched her hymen enough so that most of the head of his penis fitted in, except for the thickest part at the base of the head. Dipper felt it and frowned. He kept his forehead pressed onto hers and waited. After a few seconds, Pacifica gave him an almost imperceptible nod and clenched her fists behind his back in expectation. Then, Dipper measured the strength to overcome the voice in his head warning him he was about to hurt the person he loved and he gave a hard and short thrust, tearing her hymen partially and sliding the thickest part of his cock inside her.
Pacifica yelped loudly at the sudden pinch of pain coming from her groin and clenched her eyelids in discomfort, hugging Dipper harder. She was feeling as if someone was trying to tear her in two by the groin and it wasn’t a pleasurable sensation at all. On the other hand, Dipper stayed still as a statue, staring at her face worriedly. A moment later he felt a warm liquid becoming suddenly cold going down his shaft and dripping on the mattress. He didn’t have to look, he already knew it was blood.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered and rubbed his forehead on hers. “I’m going to compensate you, Pacifica. I’m going to make you feel good now.”
After a few minutes that seemed to last an eternity, Pacifica kept her eyes clenched in discomfort, but opened her mouth to speak.
“Dipper, move.”
Dipper did as told. He pulled out the little of the shaft he had managed to slide in but kept the head of his penis inside. Being the wider part of his penis, he considered it best to avoid making it pass through her torn hymen. He thrust himself in again reaching a little further this time and repeated the process, Pacifica inhaling and exhaling in step with his movement. Dipper knew he should be feeling in complete ecstasy but, at the moment, all his attention was focused on staring at Pacifica’s face, urging for her to open her eyes and tell him that everything was alright. After a few more gentle thrusts, Pacifica still kept her eyes clenched shut but she opened her mouth to moan all of a sudden. Dipper stopped on the spot, assuming he might have pushed too deep or pulled out too much and caused her pain again. However, Pacifica opened her eyes and stared at him with a small smile.
“Please, don’t stop. It’s beginning to feel good.” Pacifica moved her hands from his back to cup his face and calm her worried boyfriend. The throbbing pain between her legs had faded almost entirely and now all she was feeling was pleasure building up.
After hearing the love of his life moaning in pleasure, Dipper gave her a broad smile and sighed in complete relief. He finally focused on the matter at hand. Dipper realized for the first time that Pacifica’s inner walls were warm, wet and, most importantly, very tight. Every time he thrust his erection inside, he felt the bumpy ridges of her vagina squeezing every inch of his shaft and accommodating him inside, achieving a great effect on the oversensitive head of his penis. He felt her heartbeat all over his penis driving him crazy. If it weren’t because of the slow and gentle pace and because he had rubbed two out in the bathroom before Pacifica came to the Shack just in case, Dipper was certain he wouldn’t have lasted more than a minute inside her. After a few more thrusts, Pacifica’s vagina seemed to have completely adjusted to Dipper’s cock and he was able to slide in until the base of his penis pressed softly her mound. However, all the pleasure that Dipper was experiencing was incomparable to what Pacifica was feeling. Every time Dipper slid in and out, and especially when he brushed her clit with his pubic bone, Pacifica felt a wave of pleasure travelling through her whole body, making her whimper pleasantly and clench her bent knees around her boyfriend. It took them a while and some practice, but soon they coordinated themselves and every time Dipper slid in, Pacifica raised her hips to meet him, achieving an even greater pleasure.
A few seconds later, between the gentle thrusts, the light caresses and the soft moans, Dipper and Pacifica locked eyes. Lost in her blue eyes, Dipper progressively slowed his thrusts until he completely stopped deep inside of her. Then, almost instinctively, Dipper slowly leaned closer tilting his head to one side and brought Pacifica into a deep passionate kiss. The heiress ran her hands through his mess of hair and pulled him closer. They embraced each other, pressing their motionless naked bodies together and enjoying the complete union of their romantic bond. When the couple parted the kiss, they smiled at each other and Dipper whispered a soft “I love you.”
Pacifica saw in his eyes that he was speaking from the heart and in consequence she felt a pleasurable squeeze in hers, a fluttering inside her stomach and a twitch in her inner walls. Dipper also felt the twitch very vividly around his cock and he gasped loudly in pleasure, his body demanding for that to happen again. He quickly cupped her face and repeated the ‘I love you’ twice, but she didn’t twitch again.
“Dipper, don’t overdo it. It’s supposed to be special.” Pacifica protested. She stroked his cheek softly and whispered with a small smile. “I love you too.”
Dipper sighed happily and pecked her lips. He pecked her cheek next and then he drew his lips to her neck. They began moving again, Dipper cleverly timing every thrust inside Pacifica with a gentle suckle on her neck, driving the heiress crazy. Pacifica soon began to pant and tried to touch herself to ease the unbearable tingling in her clit but Dipper was tightly pressed against her body and her hand didn’t fit in between. The heiress bit her lower lip and ran her hands along Dipper’s back, digging her fingernails in his butt and pressing him against her groin. Dipper grunted and sucked her neck a little too hard. He was certain there was going to be a mark there tomorrow but Pacifica didn’t mind. She was feeling his pubic bone brushing her clit with every thrust and she loved it. Pacifica locked her legs behind his waist so that Dipper didn’t pull out that much and kept rubbing her there.
The boy parted just enough from the embrace and rested his weight on his side, his free hand going for her breast. Pacifica hummed appreciatively at the change of penetration angle and then she felt his cock twitching slightly inside her at the soft touch of her breasts. Pacifica gave a jerk of surprise at the sensation and shuddered in pleasure. Dipper thought his dry hand had caused discomfort to her sensitive breasts and raised it to her face, tracing her lips with his fingers. The heiress opened her mouth and engulfed his fingers to wet them. Yet again the experience reminded Dipper of how oral sex would feel like and his cock gave stronger twitch inside her. Pacifica urged for him to do that again inside her and she began bobbing her head on his fingers. However, having his fingers already wet, Dipper withdrew his hand from her face and cupped her breast.
Pacifica realized where the trick was and leaned closer to his ear, whispering into it.
“I’m gonna suck you later until you cum in my mouth.”
His cock gave a violent twitch inside her and Pacifica slumped back on the bed, arching her back and moaning loudly in pleasure.
“R-really?” Dipper’s jaw dropped and he stared agape at her.
“Nope.” She smiled mischievously between pants. “I just wanted to feel your Big Dipper twitching again.”
“You’re the worst.” He frowned for a few seconds and then he leaned closer, running his tongue along her lips. Pacifica got the idea and sucked his tongue, rejoicing in the wonderful sensation of feeling him twitching inside her as they thrust against each other.
“D-Dipper, touch me.” She panted, her face flushed red in excitement.
“W-where?” He said with difficulty. His hips were beginning to move on their own.
“Everywhere, you big dork.”
Dipper prompted himself on his elbows on top of her and landed one hand on each breast. He then began timing every thrust with a soft squeeze and moaning at the pleasure he was achieving. Pacifica thought of complaining at first, his touch feeling as usual a little too rough on her breasts. However, Dipper was filling her with rapture with his constant thrusting and his sounds of pleasure, and Pacifica’s mind progressively erased all the bad memories and self-consciousness she suffered for her breasts and, from that point forwards, she associated them with the feeling of delight she was feeling now.
The heiress pressed Dipper’s hands on her breasts and looked at him with a lustful expression.
“Harder, please.”
The boy smiled and moved his hands on her breast, pinching her nipples in between his index and thumb. He began tweaking them and Pacifica shuddered and shrieked in joy with every pull of her oversensitive nipples. She smiled at him with satisfaction and tried to return the feeling in any way possible. Pacifica cupped Dipper’s pecs and ran her thumbs over his nipples, but instead of seeing him moaning like she had expected, Dipper just quivered and giggled. He was ticklish there. The heiress felt disappointed at having failed to return the feeling, so she decided to do what usually worked for her boyfriend: A little pain. Pacifica pressed her palms on his chest and progressively dug her fingernails in his flesh. Dipper’s eyes widened and began pounding her harder, his balls giving a smacking sound every time they collided hard against her perineum.
Pacifica urged for him to go deeper and even faster. She threw her head back to voice her building pleasure and yanked at Dipper’s hair, burying his face into her neck. He inhaled deeply the lilacs scent from her hair and dove all the way onto her flesh, giving it a gentle bite. His hands moved from her breasts to her sides, tracing them down her back and finally squeezing her butt. Pacifica gave a sudden jerk of surprise and Dipper took advantage of her reaction to slid his hands under her and seize a good hold of her backside, pulling her against his erected cock every time he ground his hips against hers.
What Pacifica hadn’t felt earlier between her legs when they were playing through the clothes, she was feeling it now with Dipper’s hard pounding. She was definitely going to orgasm hard and soon, and wished that Dipper didn’t stop at all. Dipper also felt the familiar tingling in his own groin and he began an inner battle with himself. Dipper definitely wanted to let his hips keep moving on their own and cum as deep inside her as possible since she was going to take a morning after pill tomorrow, but he also knew that those pills weren’t completely trustworthy. Dipper was a rational boy so he won the struggle in time and pulled himself out of Pacifica.
“What are you doing!?” Pacifica yelled at the sudden lack of pleasure building up between her legs. Where at the start she had felt as if someone were tearing her in two by the groin, at the moment what she felt was a complete emptiness between her legs that she needed to fill in any way possible.
“Princess, I need to put on the condom now.” Dipper panted heavily, his wet cock twitching in the sudden cold air of the room.
“Oh!” Her eyes widened. She had completely forgotten about that part. Pacifica reached for the box and separated a wrapper from a row. “Next time you’re so wearing this from the start. It’s the last time you’re pulling out when it begins to feel amazing.”
“Agreed.” Dipper saw her struggling with the wrapper and took it from her hands, skillfully opening it with his teeth.
“You have opened many of these before?” Pacifica looked at him curiously and snatched the opened wrapper back.
“I uh… I opened two just to see how they worked.” He admitted and blushed.
“And…” Pacifica held the ring of latex in her hand and looked at him. “…did you feel less good or something like that?”
Dipper saw where she was going and lied.
“Nah, it felt pretty much the same.”
Pacifica gasped in surprise.
“You’re doing that thing with your eyebrows! You’re lying!”
He didn’t know what exactly he did with his eyebrows when he lied, but apparently both Mabel and Pacifica did.
“Look, Pacifica. I know what you were going to say and the answer is a no. With or without morning after pill, I’m not taking that risk.”
The heiress smiled warmly and cupped his cheeks.
“You’re cute when you worry about everything, but I wasn’t going to suggest that.” Her hands traced down his belly and began caressing his erection. “I’ll get on the pill so that we can both feel everything, but that’s gonna take around a month to work so you better wear these in the meantime.”
Dipper’s serious face broke into a silly smile and he quickly held Pacifica by the shoulders to kiss her passionately, but the heiress pushed him off.
“Kiss me later, I wanna try using the condom now.” Pacifica held the latex in her hands and flipped it over and over, wondering for a second which was the correct side. The first thing that came to her mind was that it resembled the head of a feeding bottle. She soon logically deemed that the correct side had to be the only side that would allow her to roll it down. The heiress put the ring of latex on the naked tip of the expectant cock but Dipper stopped her before she did anything else.
“Wait, pinch the bubble first or it might break.”
Pacifica raised an eyebrow and pinched the small bubble of air at the tip of the condom. She then placed it again on Dipper’s cock and rolled the latex down the shaft. Once she was done, the heiress gave him a playful pat and smiled.
“Are we ready?” She raised her hands to her face and smelled the traces of latex and something else.
“I think so.” Dipper stroked himself. He felt it wasn’t the same, but it wasn’t that bad either.
“Wait a second…” Pacifica gave her fingertips a quick lick. “You really bought these chocolate flavored?”
“Yeah, I uh…” He chuckled nervously. “I thought that maybe, since you love chocolate and you wouldn’t be touching it directly…”
Pacifica chortled and looked at him in amusement.
“Is it really so important for you that I put your Big Dipper in my mouth?”
“Of course not!” Dipper quickly denied and then he blushed. “But… it would be great.”
“I’ll tell you what, my dorky boyfriend.” She put on a sultry smile and traced her finger teasingly from her chest to her mound. “If you make me cum super-duper hard, I’ll suck you all the times you want.”
“R-really?” Dipper’s jaw dropped and he stared agape at her.
“Nope.” She again burst into snickers at how easy it had been to fool him.
“Seriously, Pacifica. That wasn’t funny the first time.” He rolled his eyes and pushed her gently to get back on top of her.
“Wait, I wanna be on top. You’re too slow.” Pacifica pushed him back and Dipper looked at her with a hurt expression on his face. “C’mon, Dipper. I didn’t mean slow-bad, just slow. What, you think I don’t know you’re holding yourself back because you think you’ll hurt me or something?”
“Was it so obvious?” Dipper giggled nervously and lay back on the bed.
The heiress crawled towards him and pecked his cheek. “This doesn’t mean I don’t like it when you’re careful, gentle and loving. You wouldn’t be the Dipper Pines I fell in love with if you weren’t like that.” She added and Dipper smiled warmly at her. “But, it wouldn’t be me either if I didn’t want to be dominant, so lie back now and prepare to enjoy.” She concluded with a sultry smile.
Pacifica got on her knees on top of Dipper, straddling his hips and resting her hands on his chest to keep her balance. She grabbed his erection and slapped her mound playfully a few times with it. Dipper gave her a needy pout and the heiress giggled. Pacifica raised her hips and aimed his latex covered cock to her entrance. Then, she lowered herself until her mound rested on his pubic bone, having Dipper completely inside of her and satisfying the terrible sensation of emptiness between her legs. Dipper’s eyes widened as a small feeling of vertigo filled his mind at the sudden experience and he unnecessarily seized hold of her thighs to steady himself, considering he was lying on his back. On the other hand, Pacifica tested curiously that new position. She tentatively raised and dropped her hips once, earning a hum of approval from Dipper when her breasts bounced. While Dipper’s hands reached to cup her breasts, Pacifica experimentally leaned backwards with her hands on his knees to steady herself and repeated the motion. The heiress gasped loudly and Dipper wiggled below her, trying to make her move on a constant pace instead of just raising and dropping her hips only once.
Pacifica held him still with her body and smirked. She loved everything about that position. She could control the penetration depth, the angle and, most importantly, the pace. But above all, she loved being the dominant and in power. Comparing both experiences, Pacifica decided that leaning backwards made Dipper’s cock brush the part of her inner walls that felt better and hit her where it drove her crazy, so she began raising and dropping her hips, her butt slamming on Dipper’s thighs. The boy gasped his pleasure and lowered his hands to her belly, massaging his favorite part of her body while Pacifica bounced on top of him. He tried to lock eyes with her to make their lovemaking more special, but Pacifica had her head thrown back in pleasure. Dipper frowned and decided that he didn’t like that.
“Please, Princess, lean forwards” He rubbed her belly up and down. “It’s not that special if we don’t look at each other and I’d like to stare into your blue eyes while we’re doing it.” Dipper mumbled somewhat embarrassed.
The heiress immediately stopped moving and leaned forward, cupping Dipper’s face in her hands and brining him into a deep passionate kiss. When they parted, Pacifica stared into his eyes and smiled. “Third time was the charm. That was truly romantic, Dipper, and I’m not being sarcastic now.” She whispered and then blushed. “But… could you do that thing to my twins before we begin the staring?”
Dipper gave her a huge grin and prompted himself on his elbows, burying his face in between her perky breasts. He ran his tongue along her breastbone and then he enveloped an erected nipple in his mouth. Pacifica moaned and wrapped her arms around his head to pull him closer. Next, she began thrusting her hips hard against his erection. Dipper parted from her breasts and collapsed on his back, groaning at the wonderful sensation of feeling how Pacifica’s mound slammed his pubic bone and how his cock slid almost all its length out only to be completely engulfed again at an alarmingly fast speed. Every time the sound of skin smacking against skin was heard in the attic bedroom, Dipper closed his eyes and saw fireworks behind them of how much he was enjoying that.
The boy no longer gave a damn about receiving a lesser pleasure due to the condom. He had never felt so good before in his whole life, not even when he played with himself after Pacifica left to her home after a heated make out session. Pacifica was bouncing on top of him with such strength that her long blonde hair ended up over her shoulders cascading over her front side and reaching down to his chest, tickling him of how long it was. Dipper took a pretty accurate guess of where her breasts would be behind the beautiful blonde mane and cupped one in each hand through her hair, pressing them together and giving them a squeeze. Pleasure soon overcame Pacifica’s mind and she went faster and faster, until she miscalculated how much she had to raise her hips and Dipper’s erection slid out.
“Ow!” Dipper complained when she dropped herself again and slammed his cock with her groin.
“Sorry.” Pacifica apologized between pants of exertion and pushed her hair back over her shoulders. She grabbed his erection and plunged it back inside herself, urging to resume the previous speed.
“Wait.” Dipper held her hips to stop her. He would appreciate something that didn’t grind his hips so much and he had a perfect idea in mind. “Can we try something that I saw in a video about… um…”
“Relax, Dork. Mabel told me about your internet history yesterday.” The heiress looked at him teasingly. “So… redheads, huh?” She grabbed a lock of blonde hair and raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I uh… that happened before we began dating and… I’m definitely going to kill Mabel.” He groaned and covered his face with his hands.
Pacifica snickered and rubbed his chest with her palms.
“Maybe one of these days we could watch some cool vids together about redheads and take ideas. What do you say?”
Dipper removed his hands from his face and smiled.
“I say that I love you a lot.”
“Good to know. Now show me what you had in mind.” The heiress grabbed his hands and put them on her hips.
“Instead of bouncing…” Dipper tried to move her. “…just grind yourself.”
“Like this?” Pacifica rocked her hips back and forth on top of him.
Dipper felt the bumpy ridges inside her vagina rubbing and accommodating the head of his cock with every movement of her hips and he threw his head back to moan in pleasure. “Y-yes, just like t-that.”
The heiress smirked and pressed her groin against Dipper’s cock, getting it as deep inside her as as possible, and then she increased the speed with which she was moving. Dipper was glad Pacifica had agreed to do that, since that way his cock wasn’t receiving that much stimulation. He had been a few thrusts away from orgasm earlier and he wouldn’t like to go flaccid halfway through their sex. He wanted to make sure Pacifica orgasmed first. On the other hand, Pacifica loved how her clit was being rubbed on Dipper’s pubic bone and she felt a new sensation building up in her groin. Dipper held her by the hips and every time Pacifica ground herself forwards he met her movement by pulling her closer and thrusting his hips upwards, the tip of his cock reaching her deepest stop. The heiress groaned as he hit her cervix, and she grabbed Dipper’s hands, pulling them to her chest as they fell into a rhythm together.
A few seconds later she changed the way they were moving. While Dipper pinched her nipples, Pacifica began slowly gyrating her hips in a swirling motion. She felt how his cock stimulated every single wall inside her vagina while twitching at the touch of her breasts and Pacifica rolled her eyes back in her head to moan in pleasure. In the meantime, Dipper analyzed her in awe. She was trying her best to keep her eyes open despite her pleasure urging for her to close them. In contrast, her mouth was constantly open and voicing a mixture of a sigh and a soft moan with every rub of her clit. Her skin was sweating in exertion and she had her hair plastered to her back and forehead in sweat with a few loose bangs covering her face partially. Even though her skin was sweaty, her hair was messy and her purple eyeshadow was running, Dipper could still see her blue eyes staring into his hazel one and how she was grinning at him. He thought that was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and that quickly set him off.
“P-Princess I-I’m going to—“ Dipper began to babble between heavy pants of exertion. He was feeling the familiar tingling both in his groin and in the head of his cock, telling him that he was not going to hold back any longer.
“Just a f-few seconds more… I-I feel s-something new…” The heiress was done playing and experimenting, the feeling in her groin becoming unbearable. It was such a strong sensation that she thought it was pain at first, but pain shouldn’t feel that good.
Pacifica gripped his shoulders firmly and used them as leverage while her hips rolled back and forth on top of him again at a furious speed, her body on the verge of reaching a full orgasm for the first time in her life. Dipper felt her inner walls tightening around his cock and he contracted his abs earn a few seconds more before cumming. Dipper immediately sat up and wrapped Pacifica in his arms. The heiress hugged him tightly by locking her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They resumed grinding their bodies against each other and instinctively tried to reach as deep as possible in expectation for the orgasm, Pacifica rubbing her breasts on his collarbones while Dipper brought her into a passionate kiss to completely seal their loving bond.
All the tension that had accumulated in the heiress’s groin was suddenly released. Pacifica broke the kiss and felt a tidal wave of pleasure beginning on her groin and spreading throughout her body. As a result she contracted her abs, she arched her back, she clenched her toes, she raked Dipper’s back with her fingernails and then she threw her head back to scream his nickname in complete pleasure. Dipper felt her inner walls spasming around his cock again and again, losing count after six times and his own orgasm struck him hard. He groaned loudly and grabbed her butt, raising and lowering her hips on his cock as it twitched violently and released more and more semen inside the condom with every twitch. The violent jerks inside her vagina only increased Pacifica’s apparently never-ending orgasm and she opened her mouth, biting down on the crook of Dipper’s neck and giving him a hickey while their tightly-pressed together hips twitched and quivered in ecstasy.
A few seconds later, their shared orgasm faded and they entered the afterglow. Pacifica released the flesh trapped between her teeth on Dipper’s neck, leaving a huge hickey behind, and sighed in contentment. They pressed their foreheads together and smiled at each other while panting to regain their breaths. Dipper felt the overfilled latex a little too tight around his oversensitive cock and he tried to lift Pacifica to pull out of her, but she groaned and tightened her embrace around him.
“L-leave it in. I wanna savor this moment.” She buried her face into his neck.
Dipper smiled and hugged her closely. He stroked the skin on her back and kissed her neck, rejoicing in how her oversensitive body quivered in her afterglow. Pacifica cupped Dipper’s face and gave him a quick peck, rubbing her cheek on his next to show her affection for the received love.
“Dipper, that was amazing.” Pacifica whispered and kissed his birthmark.
“Well, we have two more condoms if you want to try again in a few minutes.” He smiled playfully.
Pacifica snickered and got off him. The first thing she did was touching her vulva, trying to see if there was something different now that she was no longer a virgin. The only different thing she found was that her clit and her nether lips were swollen and a little too oversensitive after her orgasm, causing her to wince and retrieve her hand. Then she stared at Dipper’s erection and raised an eyebrow. He was still somewhat hard, but in the tip of the condom there was just a small bubble of white liquid. Pacifica felt disappointed at apparently how little she had made him cum. Dipper pulled at the tip of the condom to remove it partially and then he carefully gave himself a few pumps, releasing all the semen that had stayed inside his cock due to the lack of space inside the condom tip. Once his was done, a third of the condom had been filled in semen and Pacifica stared agape at it.
“Whoa, you cummed a lot!” Pacifica praised and then she noticed how his cock became completely flaccid. “And your Big Dipper is super cute like that!” The heiress quickly grabbed it and tried to pull his foreskin back to have a look.
“Ah—Ow! Wait!” Dipper winced and stopped her. “It kind of hurts if you touch it now.”
Pacifica grabbed his cock a little more carefully instead and avoided touching the foreskin on the head. She gave it a squeeze and realized it was completely soft and squishy now. The heiress raised her head and stared at Dipper with a huge grin.
“What?” He asked warily.
“Big Dipper doesn’t suit it right now. We need a different nickname.”
“Really?” Dipper stared at her in disbelief.
“Yup. How about… Dippingsauce-Cannon?” She grabbed the tied up condom and waved it in the air.
“That sounds like a name Mabel would come up with.” Dipper commented. “That’s a no, by the way.”
“Hmm…” Pacifica began tapping her chin thoughtfully. “What do you think of Pine Tree?”
“Definitely not.” Dipper frowned and looked at her warily. “What made you think of that name?”
“I don’t know, I was thinking about that old cap with the pine tree symbol you used to wear and I guessed it was kinda appropriate. Besides, you have that symbol on the cover of that Journal you started writing last year.”
“Oh, right.” Dipper sighed in relief. He didn’t know why he had thought about Bill, considering Pacifica had had little to no interaction with the dream demon in their past adventures. “I still don’t like it, though.”
“Well, the last name I had in mind is… Little Dipper.” She giggled when Dipper looked at her with a hurt expression. “Alright, alright. We’ll leave it as your ‘Big Dipper’. You don’t have to give me that face.”
The heiress shivered all of a sudden, her sweaty skin reacting to the chilly air in the old attic bedroom. Dipper realized that most the tea-lights were already fading or completely out and that it was probably late in the night. He quickly made room for Pacifica on the small bed by pressing his back on the attic slopped wall and patting the spot beside him. Pacifica smiled and snuggled next to him while Dipper pulled the bed sheets over their naked bodies. Then, as was the usual whenever they had the chance to sleep together on a bed, Pacifica rolled onto her side and nestled her back onto his chest. Dipper slid one hand under her side and wrapped her in his arms. He began stroking her belly in a circular motion and interlaced his warm feet with her cold ones to help with her body temperature. Pacifica sighed happily and turned her head to look at him over his shoulder.
“Five minutes and we do it again.” Pacifica demanded with a serious face.
Dipper snickered and buried his face into her hair to inhale deeply her lilacs shampoo. Pacifica’s hair was so full and long that it gave Dipper the feeling of having a fluffy blonde pillow in between their bodies. He cuddled her a little more and raised his forearm to cover her breasts, guessing that she would have her nipples cold and desiring to touch them again. Pacifica’s soft skin made the trick and he felt his erection poking her butt through her long blonde mane. Dipper pecked her shoulder and pushed her hair out of her face to kiss her and begin another session of lovemaking, but Pacifica was sleeping peacefully with a satisfied smile on her face. She had given up to fatigue. Dipper smiled warmly and made sure to cover her with the bed sheets so that she didn’t get cold. Then he snuggled on her back and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
A few minutes later while the couple was peacefully sleeping, Pacifica’s smartphone vibrated in her jacket pocket which was discarded on the floor. If the heiress had been awake instead of sleeping, she would’ve seen a couple dozen messages from Mabel telling her an amusing tale of how an owl had stolen her house keys, but what would have probably been more of her interest was the fact that they were coming back early because most the tourists traps were closed this early in the summer, and that Mabel would have to drop by the Shack tomorrow in the morning to grab Dipper’s keys.
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