Chapter 11: The Day with Her

Part 3: The End of Our First Date

Author Notes: Warning! Your about to find out why this story is rated for Mature in this chapter. I will not be held responsible for any damaged computers or equipment by the cause of fangirling or fapping. You have been warned.

Dipper's POV

After I watched the waiter leave from bringing us our food, I looked at Wendy, which made her nervous when she noticed I was staring at her with a smile on my face.

"W…W-What?" she asked nervously.

"Didn't you say something about having dessert first?" I said then licked my lips. That caught Wendy's attention and she began to blush.

"I-I changed my mind. The food looks so delicious!" Wendy said nervously while trying to not make eye contact.

"Well so does my dessert. So I think I'll have it now!"

Wendy was about to protest on what I meant by that, but when she looked over I was already gone. I had slid out of my chair and quietly made it under the table with nobody, not even Wendy noticing.

If there was a time to be proud of being short, it was now, as I could easily and quietly maneuver under the small table. The long table cloth made sure to hide me completely as I started to make my move on Wendy which surprised her at realizing where I was.

"D-Dipper!" Wendy whispered in a panic, as she could feel the heat on her face as I began slowly moving my hands on her soft thighs up her dress skirt.

As I grabbed and began pulling down her black leggings and cute blue panties, Wendy began shaking in protest as I continually pulled them down slowly but with intent.

"Dipper please! Don't do this! There's no way I'll be able to keep quiet or control myself!"

"Oh don't say that! This is a game you started." I said as I slowly lifted her dress skirt.

"Besides, from down here, it looks like you're begging for it. It must have been a huge turn on for you to watch me struggle." I said as I looked at her wet pussy.

"Again I'm sorry Dipper! I'll do anything you want! Just please not here!" Wendy spoke through clenched teeth as she grabbed the table tightly as I spread her legs apart wider to make room for myself.

"You just need to be quiet. It will be good practice. Besides if you do screw up, it's not like we're coming back to this place anytime soon." I whispered

I then closed my lips on her exposed cunt. Licking softly, slowly, and lovingly at Wendy's clit from bottom to top with my tongue, flicking at her sensitive clit. I held Wendy's legs apart to keep her from struggling from the pleasure as I licked her out with my hungry mouth.

Meanwhile on top, Wendy's blush was covering her entire face, her tongue was hanging out of her mouth seductively while I feasted on her pussy below. Wendy went to grab her glass of wine but failed to do so as she dug her nails into the table and tried to take deep breaths. Wendy wanted to scream with all the tension building inside her. She admitted she wasn't a quiet lover and Dipper knew this too. To keep any noise from escaping her lips was testing her control strongly.

I then stuck my tongue deep inside her, humming in obvious enjoyment as my tongue collected every drop of Wendy's juices from her pussy. Knowing instinctively that she was near as I felt the tension from her thighs squeezing hard, I then sucked on her clit hard and flicked it madly.

Wendy bit into her napkin, tightly muffling her sounds. Suddenly she tightly exploded with a soft grunt. Her body shook and went numb to the electric pleasure as her eyes darkened and she collapsed back in her chair. She felt me licking at her own cum enthusiastically as I cleaned Wendy's pussy with my tongue.

"Fluffy, please…" Wendy's voice croaked softly as I had finally stopped my treatment. Wendy then felt and slightly lifted herself up as I lifted her panties and leggings back in place and pulled down her dress skirt.

Wendy was softly panting, her face glazed with a sheen of sweat, her glistening emerald eyes was still dazed and unfocused as she looked at me in disbelief.

"I can't believe you just did that." Wendy finally managed to say at my smugly grinning face.

"Thanks Wendy, dessert was delicious." I smirked as I raised my glass to toast with her then drank from it.

As Wendy tried to move her weakened body in a better position, I said, "I must agree with you that doing this kinda thing in public is a real turn on. Congratulations Wendy! You got me hooked." I said with a devilish smile.

"What the hell have I done…" Wendy regretted with a smile on her face.

We then started to enjoy our expensive meal together. We talked and joked around until we both finished our plates. By that time Wendy had also finished a bottle of wine.

I looked at my phone and it was around 9:00

I then looked to Wendy who looked like she would pass out any minute because of the bottle of wine that was now running through her system. It was my fault for letting her have it anyway so I only had myself to blame when I decide the date was going to have to end earlier than expected. But I enjoyed the time we spent together today, so I didn't regret letting her enjoy herself.

I looked to the waiter who immediately brought the check. Never in my life have I ever spent so much money at once. But I was able to pay for it and still have a little extra from what Stan gave me.

I stood up, took Wendy's hand pulling her out of her chair, and followed the waiter to lead her to the entrance. The waiter then opened the door gave his goodbye and we were back out in the town, Wendy in one hand, and my book purchases in the other.

I was leading her back to her house when she started talking in a drunk tone.

"Dipper I love you soooo much!"

"I know I love you too." I answered

"Nobody has ever been such a gentleman to me in my life! With what you do for me, I shouldn't even count my past relationships as relationships. I can't even compare those dweebs to you!"

"Well you deserve to be treated as a princess, even if you normally dress like a tomboy." I said

"I feel like a princess! Wai-what? Oh you jerk!"

I chuckled at Wendy's weak attempt to punch me in the shoulder.

"Alright I'm sorry. I'm just teasing with ya." I chuckled

We soon finally made it her house, though she was now leaning on me for balance.

"How am I going to explain this to her father?" I thought

We reached the porch and I knocked on the door. I was greeted by a surprised Mr. Corduroy who didn't expect me till the last tick on the clock to midnight.

"Dipper! Did you come to get something?"

"No, I came to drop the princess off." I answered

Wendy with her eyes closed smiled at being called a princess as she began leaning more and more on me.

"It's only 10, what happened?"

"Well I took Wendy to that expensive fancy restaurant on the edge of town. Turns out everything she ordered was drowned in wine as it cooked. Leading her to…well end up like this."

"Ya I thought I heard something about fancy restaurants doing something like that! But I could never afford to go to one and try it. But it looks like it hit her pretty hard. Thanks for bringing her back safely."

Mr. Corduroy stood aside so I could basically carry Wendy to her room now. I helped her into bed and pulled the covers over her. I was about to turn and leave when she grabbed my arm and pulled me close holding me like a stuffed animal.

When Mr. Corduroy poked his head in, Wendy muttered, "Mmmm… Fluffy is it bed time?" as she nuzzled her face into my thick brown hair, breathing deeply in my musk that she loved so much.

I looked at Mr. Corduroy embarrassed.

"What she calls you fluffy because you're like a teddy bear?" he asked unimpressed.

"Something like that. I know it isn't the manliest nickname…" I whispered as I slowly got out of Wendy's grip and got off her bed.

"But if it makes her so happy to call me that, then I'm ok with it." I said as I approached Mr. Corduroy.

We then shut off her lights and exited her room closing the door behind us.

I was about to leave when I was stopped with a large hand on my shoulder.

"I just want to thank you again for what you did tonight. Most of the other guys hanging around her would probably have tried to take advantage of her if she was in that state."

"Well if you haven't noticed already, I'm nothing like those other guys. Wendy thinks that too. I'd never want to take advantage of her."

"Well if I had the slightest doubt about you, you proved me wrong. I'm glad you're dating my daughter."

I couldn't help but smile, and so did Mr. Corduroy.

"You know Mr. Corduroy, I know you're a busy man, but if you ever get some time off… I don't know if you would ever think of… taking me fishing? Just you and me. Bond in the outdoors. Maybe talk about your daughter."

"What you have never been fishing?" asked Mr. Corduroy

"Well my father never did like the outdoors and well… I don't think you can count fishing on a boat with a bug zapper or dynamite with Stan exactly fishing?"

Mr. Corduroy smiled. "Sure I'd love the chance to make a bigger man out of you! But I'm not good at that bonding type thing. So maybe I'll bring ya on our next family camping trip!"

"Sounds fun!" I said

We laughed with each other as he led me to the door. And as I left I waved back to him leaving a smile on the father's face.

I then quickly ran home hoping to not have a repeat of wild animals attacking in the middle of the night.

So with the help of Furry Syndrome, I made it home in a flash.

When I entered the shack, Stan was already early to bed. Mabel though was in the living room looking like she was about to pass out in front of the tv until she heard the door close.

"Dipping Sauce? Is that you?" Mabel grumbled

"Ya it is Sis" I answered.

"It's like 10:20. I expected you two to be out later than this." Mabel said worried

"Don't worry, I had to end it early with how Wendy ended up after drinking a bit too much."

"You got her drunk! Way to go Dipper! So did she pop your cherry yet?"

"Come on Mabel, you know I'm not like that! I just helped her home and put her to bed." I said as I put down my bag of purchased books next to the couch.

"Seems like a waste!" Mabel argued

"Well I'd like both of us to remember having sex not just one of us."

Mabel agreed with the statement.

"Anyways I'm going to go take a shower."

"And I'm going to finish this Duck-tective Marathon if it kills me!" Mabel roared

But as soon as I came back from my shower, Mabel was passed out on the floor in a blanket while using Waddles as a pillow.

I quietly grabbed my new books and headed for our attic room. Might as well get some reading done since it was still early. If 11:30 at night was early.

I sat at my desk and began to read through the books I had bought that day. I started marking any pages that had to do with fire foxes and growing tails and ears. And after going through at least half of both books, I then believed I had started to find what I was looking for!

But before I could read further I heard a knocking at the front of the shack. I looked at the clock and it was 1:30; Who could it possibly be? There was some more loud knocking and I quickly marked the page I was on with a large sticky note. I then ran downstairs hoping my running and the loud knocking didn't wake anybody up.

As I looked in the living room I was relieved to see Mabel still asleep and Grunkle Stan out of sight.

I went to open the door and was surprised to see who was standing there with a worried look on their face.