Kiba was without Akamaru, which left his spirits somewhat dampened. Fortunately, companionship could be found with Naruto, who had offered to spend the day with the Inuzuka, as neither of them had much to do but wait for reports of Akatsuki or do crappy, humiliating, poor-paying jobs around town.
Normally, Naruto would be pestering Tsunade for information, but she insisted that there was nothing to divulge; for the moment, Konoha knew some peace. And so, the two most rambunctious ninja spent the day eating, exploring the vast forests around Konoha — which turned into a race when their competitive nature kicked in — ate some more, and decided to end the day with a visit to the Konoha hot springs.
Naruto nodded, thinking that Kiba hardly went to any bathing area since he always had the strong musk of a dog about him. Nothing can beat Konoha's outdoor springs! Snickering with a fanged smirk, Kiba agreed.
He threw open the sliding door leading to the springs, enjoying the cloud of comfortable steam that greeted him. He didn't even need to look around to know that there was no one else present, even in the women's side. All for the better, he thought before dashing forward and leaping into the water with a 'Yahoo! With a sigh, Sakura closed her medical book; she was halfway through and was expected to read the other half by tomorrow. Her master had instructed her to read and reread that book until she had memorized it and could employ those techniques in her medical jutsu.
A war was brewing, she had been warned, and the healers were crucial to this confrontation that would sweep up all nations of the ninja world. However, breaks in learning were also important to keep the body in tiptop condition.
And for the early evening, she planned to visit the hot springs with Ino — the one who suggested that they enjoy the onsen today. With Konoha rebuilt after Pain's ruthless attack, having a hot springs at all was a privilege that just couldn't be passed up. Saying goodbye to Shizune, who was staggering with a boatload of paperwork for Tsunade, Sakura took off. She let her hair down from the tight ponytail; she kept it like that to keep her hair out of her eyes while reading. Lazily, she stepped out into the fresh air and stretched her arms above her head with a gratifying groan.
She had come at just the right time to catch Sakura heading out from studying. Sakura smiled and hurried over to her blond friend. They greeted each other casually, but Ino didn't want to waste any time beating around the bush. Sakura smiled slightly with a nod. Shrugging aloofly, Ino said, "It'll take too long to track them down.
Besides, I'm sure Temari is spending time with Shikamaru. And Hinata probably training with her sister. With not a moment spent dawdling, she urged Sakura onward with nudges to the small of her back. The indoor bathhouse was nearer, but it was normally crowded with older women by this time; outdoors, it gave the two teens a fresher perspective and more privacy. When they were within the shack where they could safely undress, Ino was ecstatic.
It had been so long since she relaxed in the springs, particularly after her sensei's murder, and spending time with a close friend felt relieving.
Much quicker than the pink-haired shinobi, Ino disrobed unabashedly; she either didn't notice or didn't mind when Sakura stared enviously at her high C-cup breasts, comparing them to her own barely-B-cups. How could Ino have filled out better than her, Sakura pondered? Their diets weren't different, and having a large forehead, Sakura wished that other parts of her could've been more proportionate.
It only would've been fair of the fates! She winked at Sakura. You look so haggard from being overworked. Sakura's eye twitched in annoyance at Ino's analysis and choice of words. Smoothly, she covered herself up and stepped into the hot vapors of the springs. She glanced around, surprised that they were alone. The need to cover up suddenly seemed redundant, as she and Ino had bathed together before when they were younger; perhaps now, Sakura had a bit more to be self-conscious about other than her forehead.
She marched forward, checking to make sure that there was no one else in the whole area. The men's side even sounded quiet, which provoked her wide smile. Sakura nodded, but gasped once the towel around Ino came undone and pooled around her feet. True, they were just naked with each other in the room, but Ino didn't have to be so impulsive about throwing her towel off!
When she was waist-deep, she sat down and cooed pleasantly. She turned around so that she could cross her arms and rest her head on them at the edge of the basin. Dreamily, she glanced over at Sakura and asked, "Aren't you coming in?
Rolling her eyes, she reached for the tucked-in corner of her towel. Why not? There wasn't anyone around, and it was unlikely for anyone to show up. The pink towel slipped slowly from her body. I told you girls were here now," said Kiba in a hushed voice, pulling his ear from the wooden fence dividing the men's side from the women's. He grinned at Naruto, who had the side of his face flush with the wall. Irritably, Naruto flagged him to be quiet. Kiba confirmed it with a nod after taking a deep whiff of the air, catching her faint scent through the small gaps in the wall.
He could hear a muffled conversation of nothing that really interested him. However, while so close to the wall, he noticed small gaps between the planks. Too stunned to immediately inform Naruto, he quickly jumped to the widest one and peered through it.
When he breathlessly said that he could see, it became a shoving contest between him and an equally-excited Naruto. She gazed over at Ino with a quaint smile. Ino chuckled and picked herself up ever so slightly, her cleavage somewhat exposed to the unnoticed peeping toms. You've worked yourself too hard. You need some time to relax to develop.
Sakura narrowed her eyes. Was that a crack at her feminine wiles? If it was, she just looked away, muttering, "If slacking off creates development, I see that you've been slacking off since becoming a ninja. The comment made Ino laugh. She suddenly sat up, her heavy breasts bouncing slightly from the abrupt movement; she didn't hear the sudden exclamation from behind the wall, the thud of a startled Naruto's head against the divider, or the small squirt of blood through the cracks of the fence that came from the peepers' noses.
Her hands came up to support her bosom. She hated that Ino was being so brash and shameless. Scoffing and turning away, Sakura said, "You're so obnoxious, Ino-pig. Kiba shook his head, saying that he couldn't discern whether or not people were wearing clothes unless he concentrated on it. Both of the boys wiped the blood from their upper lips and went straight for a peephole, not wanting to fight over the same one again; neither wanted to waste time arguing when they could see one of the best-stacked girls of their age standing naked in the hot springs.
Already, both of their towels were tenting in the front; Naruto blindly reached to his waist to make sure that his towel wasn't going to come undone. While he was deeply infatuated with Sakura, seeing the busty blonde beauty standing in thigh-high water was a sight to behold and make his mouth water.
Forcing Sakura to roll over on her back, Ino knelt in close, trapping her friend in between her cradling arms. Sakura's breathing became uneven when the breasts of Ino slowly settled against her smaller ones. Her stiff nipples tingled when they lightly brushed against Ino's.
What the heck was Ino thinking?! But it quickly became clear just what Ino had in store for this trip to the bathhouse. Her mouth hovered over Sakura's, and she whispered in a smooth voice, "There's no reason to act like a kid, Sakura. Let's just have some fun. A hand trekked up to cup Sakura's bosom and felt the heart racing behind her ribcage.
Their lips were joined then, but Sakura couldn't remember if she had been the one to connect them or not. Admittedly, she was rather new to the whole aspect of kissing. One night, Tsunade-sama — drunk and disorderly — had kissed her, though it was all a misunderstanding. And as for her virginity… Well, a bit of self-sexual exploration went too far, and the silicon phallus she had embarrassingly acquired sank much deeper than she had intended.
It wasn't exactly the 'first time' she had envisioned, but Ino had told her that losing her virginity was downright awful; Shikamaru hardly showed any passion when they coupled, letting her ride him while he just lay there, looking like he would doze off in a matter of seconds. He didn't last long, and to say that she was satisfied in the slightest in any aspect of the experience would be a downright lie. Sakura's tongue nuzzled with Ino's when it intruded. Ino wasn't shy when it came to exploring the body of her childhood friend, as her hands began roaming.
She squeezed Sakura's smaller bust, tweaking her nipples until Tsunade's apprentice whined against her mouth. Chuckling wickedly, Ino pulled back so that both she and Sakura could watch as her hand slid further down, underneath the surface of the water. Weakly, Sakura tried to tell her not to, but her thighs were already spreading to tempt Ino's hand to her nether lips.
Ino leered lustfully, musing at the soft feel of trimmed curls above the sensitive folds that made Sakura go weak in the knees as Ino prodded. Sakura looked away and bit her lip, afraid of what she might say if she didn't keep her mouth clamped shut. Already, arousal had made her become uncomfortably warm, and the added temperature of the hot springs was not helping her judgment.
She really didn't want to mewl for mercy, whether it be pleas for Ino to stop or gasps for her to continue. She felt a finger creep within her, invading the passage that only she had dabbled in before.