Dipper Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Dipper Ch. 01

Dipper 01

Personally, I like the rumor mill system because I've always used them as a progress report going back as far as I can remember. And even though it seems like the rumor mill system rarely generates the good stuff, they are a great way to keep your name on everybody's lips and in their thoughts and with careful handling, rumors can work in one's favor.

Hey there, I'm Dipper, I'm approaching 21, I'm just your size and I grew up in the southeast corner of Middleton, which is the farming corner of the city and I would rather stay quiet about squelching any crazy rumors that highlight me and my lifestyle, but I'm not opposed to jazzing up any of the lighter rumors either, so, with me, LOL, you're never exactly sure what you're getting.

But what's not a rumor is how I think I just figured out why I've never been in a meaningful relationship, I guess. But at least people talk about me.

So, let's look at a couple of before and after examples, shall we, hmm?

Since I grew up in the farming area, I had easy access to many of the farms, so it's a fact that I spent many summers munching my way through the berry farms. And since it's so hot around these parts, it's a fact that shorts and a t-shirt are the normal, but, tee he, it's just a rumor that Mrs. Pinkerton from the Pinkerton berry farm once cornered me and scolded me for trying to save the world's Denim shortage problem by wearing teeny, teeny, teeny tiny shorts in her strawberry fields. LOL, she scolded ...

... me for wearing just teeny tiny shorts as I grazed through her U Pick strawberry patches.

[The farmers wife is breathing with purpose]

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Dipper again, the reason that I had to extend the lunch break hours for the berry farm hand helpers! Dipper, is it your personal mission to save the world's supply of Denim by wearing such teeny tiny shorts, hmm? I can see half of your lower honey melons when you bent over to apply your strawberry lip gloss by pucker kiss eating a strawberry, for Pete's sakes, Dipper!"

Oh, my early days of strawberry shaded and flavored lip gloss is the truth.

"(Giggles) good afternoon, Mrs. Pinkerton and I can finally see half of your upper honey melons as you breathe and heave in and out and I'm wondering why I haven't seen this before? Have you been taking breathing lessons because this is different, so?"

[The farmers wife is breathing with gusto now]

"Shut it, Dipper and um, um, run around the back of the farmhouse and say "hey" to Pa so, so, um, well, just go say "hey" to Pa on the back porch so that I can get some afternoon delight and then shut it! And, and, and, no more than saying "hey" and for the other Pete's sakes, lose the damn banana in your back pocket!"

And the Pinkerton's are none of my business, so, it's not a rumor that I figured out that a perfectly ripe strawberry has the perfect shape to split a pair of pucker lips, but it is a rumor that I would slowly raise the strawberry to my puckered ...