two girls, one overused title joke, the full version.

The floorboards of the shack's attic groaned and creaked as Mabel paced the floor of her room.

Afternoon sun shone through the window and on to the carpet, giving it a pleasant warmth against her bare toes to accompany the tickling of the thousands of tiny fibres.

Dipper had been out most of the day, on some epic bonding session with Stan, which had left her alone with Wendy and Soos to watch the shack, but by now, all the customers had gone, Soos had headed home and she'd changed into her save button nightie, which left Wendy downstairs to lock up and her with more spare time than she was accustomed to.

Which had given rise to some awkward new feelings that she'd never really given thought to: in the past, she'd either been too young or too focused on something else, but now her mind strayed, and the feeling was starting to make her uncomfortable.

For the last hour or so, her thoughts had rested on Mermando, and nothing but Mermando, thoughts which had gone from the kiss she'd shared, to places she'd never thought of before.

And with it, an urge entirely new to her, which was the cause of her incessant pacing.

There was a tapping at the door, startling her from her reverie- obviously she was so absorbed in her thoughts that she'd failed to hear footsteps ascending the stairs.

Mabel jumped a bit with the shock, but didn't squeal, instead she hurried to the door, feeling rather embarrassed about herself and opened it a little too slowly, to reveal Wendy, who smiled at her sweetly.

Mabel reached to her neck and scratched a fictitious itch as she tried to regain her composure, but to her relief, Wendy spoke first, with her signature calming tone.

“I know that sound, that's the sound of a girl who's got some emotional issues” she said, letting herself in and shutting the door behind her, leaving Mabel bewildered at her seemingly endless confidence.

 

Wendy sat down on Mabel's bed and beckoned her to sit beside her, before lying back and luxuriating, sure enough, Mabel came and lay beside her, sighing heavily as she did so, as if resigning herself to whatever was running through her mind at that point.

Wendy smiled at her again “I know what you're going through” she said, kicking off  her shoes and taking off her hat “I remember being in pretty much the same situation at your age- it starts off with a special somebody, doesn't it? That somebody that you can't get out of your mind, then you imagine yourself kissing him, and then your mind starts wanting more but you don't have a clue what to do about the feelings.”

Mabel just nodded, baffled that she was so accurate.

Now Wendy seemed to relax even more, if such a thing was possible, like she was actually sinking into the bed, before turning to her with a serious expression, “Mabel, I know what to do in this situation, and the sooner you learn it, the easier your life's gonna be, but you must promise not to tell a living soul about it and never to do it when other people are around, okay?”

She nodded, whatever wisdom Wendy could bestow, she needed it.

“Okay Mabel, first of all, you've got to get comfortable, for example, I'm in a prime position right now, so give yourself a little time to find a nice comfy position and relax” Wendy advised, taking off her socks as she spoke, before taking a few seconds to watch Mabel settle down, kneading her section of the bed like a cat before she lay on her side, facing her.

Now Wendy started unbuttoning her shirt and motioned to her to do similar, “now get naked, come on, we're both girls, there's nothing you've got that I haven't seen before” She said, dropping her voice down to a whisper as she took her bra off and reached down to her jeans.

Feeling surprisingly excited, Mabel pulled her nightshirt off with enthusiasm and reached down for her underwear, hooking her thumbs under her briefs and deftly pushing them down her legs, before flicking them off with her foot so that they landed on the floor.

 

Wendy chuckled a little as she looked over at Mabel “woah there girlie, looks like somebody's a little eager” she teased, slipping her panties off like Mabel had done,  before she started running her hands over her body, she nodded to Mabel to copy.

With slight apprehension, Mabel copied her, running her hands up and down her body, touching her nipples every so often and stroking the inside of her thighs like Wendy was doing, to her surprise, it felt soothing, and within a minute she felt herself gripping her chest fiercely to sculpt her budding breasts like dough, and dragging her fingernails up her hips, until instinct took her hands closer and closer to her vagina.

With her trademark dulcet tones, Wendy chimed in “Go for it Mabel, you should be ready to touch that now, just run a finger down it until you feel a little nub, okay” before doing much the same herself, running her middle finger down the natural valley until Mabel saw her sigh gently, stopping her finger in that place, tentatively, she copied.

It felt moist and slippery, like somebody had poured olive oil on her genitals, and while initially this startled her, Wendy's little nod told her that whatever she was experiencing, must be normal, so, agonisingly slowly, she slid her finger forward until she felt a little bump, and with that, came a sudden and incredible warm feeling that ran right through her body.

Almost without thinking, Mabel let out a quiet little yelp and Wendy smiled at her, tipping her a wink “first little touch is always like that, you learn to prepare for it, but you never quite get used to it” she whispered “now, Mabel, it helps to close your eyes for this bit and picture whoever it is that you want most, try and imagine that whoever it is, is holding you lovingly and moving their finger over your clitoris, just the way you like it”

Obediently, she closed her eyes, imagining Mermando, imagining his loving embrace, imagining his gentle words and feather-light kisses on her neck as she slowly moved her finger in a circular motion around her love bud, next to her, she could hear Wendy breathing heavily, and to her surprise, after only about half a minute, she felt something building, like the ebb and flow of the little waves of pleasure she experienced were forming some kind of tide, and that tide was coming in fast.

Now Mabel pushed her finger along the length of her vagina, stroking the inner labia along with her clit and dipping her finger into her vagina on occasion, to greater stimulate the area, until she felt her hips moving with her finger, the wetness she'd felt earlier allowing her finger to glide over her flesh with ease, permitting her to rub at herself faster, so that the waves came faster and stronger, all the time she felt something, like a spring getting compressed, or a clockwork toy being wound up inside her, surely release would come soon.

She was dimly aware that Wendy was muttering and moaning next to her, but by now she was beyond caring, she forced herself to go faster, gasping, clenching her muscles, squealing and yelping, squeezing her hands with her thighs as she prepared for the inevitable release.

And then it came.

With a rush, unlike nothing she'd experienced before, she felt the tension go in one breathtaking moment, with such force that she couldn't keep from calling out.

“Oh Mermando, that's it! Yes!” she cried, before slumping down on her bed, exhausted, next to Wendy, who looked similarly dishevelled, both of them were panting and sweating, neither had withdrawn their hands from their crotch as to savour the last of their orgasm, as the pleasure seeped away, to be replaced with breathless awe and calm unsurpassed.

Wendy smiled at her weakly and gave her a hug, and for a few seconds they stayed like that, until Wendy winked at her and sat up, reaching for her underwear.

And, as she slipped her undergarments on, she tossed Mabel a sly smile, “Mermando, Eh? You know, I think that might just be that guy with the tattoos.”