Happy birthday, you know who you are.

"Hey dude. I've waited a long time for this." Wendy said her body silhouetted by the light from the hallway. She stepped closer, her feel lightly tapping with each step. As she got closer, it became easier for Dipper to see the curves of her body, even make out finer features in the darkness. It turned out that the top of her head wasn't the only place she was red. Her pubic hair was a deep, fiery crimson than beckoned to what lay just beneath.

"Wendy?" Dipper asked, surprised. "What do you think you're-"

"Shhh!" Wendy shushed him with a finger to his lips, grinning. "Don't question it. I know you've dreamed about this. Maybe I have too. Just enjoy it." With that, her finger was replaced at his lips with her own mouth.

Dipper couldn't say that she was wrong. As he had grown up, he had often thought of Wendy, even, shamefully, at times that he had let out his own… frustrations, as it were. She was pretty, he was just a guy, and growing up could be confusing. He had no other excuses than that.

However, it had been a long time since they had seen each other last. He had only been thirteen then, and now he was freshly out of college. Things were different now, his crush on her had been seven years ago.

But even so, some things had not changed. She was still beautiful, and he was just a guy. Dipper was ashamed to say that his resistance crumbled quickly.

Their kisses started out as just lips on one another, as one might expect from two people exploring their partner for the first time. But as Wendy grew more daring, and Dipper quickly gave in to his instincts and growing lust, their tongues were soon in a passionate duel. In addition, Wendy's hands had gotten busy as well, one having wrapped around him, and had tossed off the hat he had received from her so long ago, and the other massaging his quickly hardening member.

Dipper didn't remember grabbing Wendy, he just realized at some point that one hand was cupping her breasts, while the other one was squeezing her ass. He couldn't decide which was better, as they were both full, supple, inviting.

He also didn't remember being pushed back into the wall of the room, but suddenly his back hit a surface, and Wendy was using it to hold him in place while she tried to explore deeper into his mouth with her tongue.

Dipper didn't have any experience with this sort of thing, as he had been single mindedly focused on his studies in college and too cowardly in high school to get beyond a few kisses. Wendy, he suspected, might know a bit more. Or at least, she seemed to as she broke from his mouth and slithered down his chest to kneel down in front of him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"You seem winded, Dipper. First time?" She laughed. "Good, that makes this even more fun, and even more special." Dipper suddenly realized what she meant when there was a zip, and his pants were dropping. "You're going to enjoy this, I promise." She deftly pulled his underpants down as well, allowing his dick to swing free. "This is your little Dipper, huh?" Her eyes were fixed on it, as if soaking in the sight.

"What do you think?" Dipper said, barely croaking out the words.

"Not bad, man. Not bad at all." To illustrate her point, her mouth opened and she gave it a test lick. This apparently did the trick, as Wendy dove in with more gusto, taking in half of him, then bobbing up and down slowly. If Dipper hadn't already been hard as a rock, he certainly was now. He didn't know if all blowjobs were this good or if Wendy just had plenty of skill, but it felt incredible. She quickly sped up, bouncing up and down.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing the matured version of his childhood crush bobbing on his cock with enthusiasm. How had it come to this? He had only seen her again mere hours ago, and now they were already on the cusp of sex. Dipper didn't want to question it, even though thinking had been his first instinct his entire life. He should just enjoy it.

Dipper wished he could say he had lasted longer than a few minutes, but his lack of experience reared its ugly head… and his. His sperm spurted out into Wendy's mouth, and she seemed eager to get it all in. She swallowed, grinning up at him.

"Your turn." She told him. Before Dipper could respond, he was pulled down by his wrist so that he fell into a kneeling position. With strength Dipper didn't realize she had, Wendy pushed him over, quickly climbing up his body. Dipper realized what she was doing as she was getting into position over him. He barely got his tongue out in time as her hips approached his face.

Dipper wasn't sure what he should have expected, but Wendy tasted sweet. He licked tentatively, exploring her nethers. He didn't know yet what exactly he was supposed to do in order to make the experience more enjoyable for her, so he watched the goddess above him to get a better idea of what he was doing right. After a bit of experimenting he found a spot that would make her begin to gasp and pant. Had he found the clit? He suspected so.

He pressured that spot more, licking as aggressively as he could. Sure enough, Wendy began to react, her gasps growing more frequent and louder. Then her hips began to press harder against his head, as though trying harder to make sure he stayed in place. It came as a surprise to Dipper when the first spasm came, but it didn't seem powerful enough to be an orgasm, he guessed. But he was definitely on the right track. Dipper redoubled his efforts, which Wendy seemed to very much appreciate. Her gasps became moans, and then finally became a scream as she shuddered from his tongue.

"Damn, Dipper, you learn fast!" Wendy said, panting. She slipped down alongside him, trying to catch her breath.

"You liked it?" Dipper asked with a wry grin.

"That's a bit of an understatement." Wendy said. Her eyes narrowed. "Don't get ahead of yourself though, you still have a lot to learn."

Before Dipper could come back with a quip of his own, a voice came from his door.

"Dipper? Was that you that screamed?" Pacifica asked, shining a flashlight inside. First shock, then horror, then embarrassment crossed her face as she saw what Wendy and Dipper had gotten up to. With a squeal, she ran off.

Wendy laughed. "Dude, she was so shook up about it!"

Dipper let out a light chuckle, nervous. He knew he hadn't seen Pacifica in a long time, but he still didn't want her to think any less of him. Would things be the same between them after what she had just seen?

He wasn't able to think any further about Pacifica, as Wendy was able to draw his attention with her body, sitting him, leaning back so that she was sitting on his stomach.

"Are you ready for the final part?" She asked slyly, a twinkle in her eye. Dipper had an idea of what she meant. He took a deep breath. He had been preparing for this moment for a long time, although he never would have guessed it would have happened like this.

"I'm going to make you a man." Wendy said huskily, her hand drawing up his cock, which hardened in her grip. She shuffled back so that she was positioned above him.

But then they were yet again interrupted.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" A voice yelled extremely loudly from the doorway. A voice that should be impossible. A voice that Dipper had just heard a moment ago.

Surprised, Dipper turned his gaze to the doorway. Standing there, fully clothed and extremely pissed, was the last person Dipper would have expected to walk into his room at that moment.

Wendy.