This story will consist of a series of chapter centering on different characters' about their first encounter with sexuallity. It's a coming of age story, with a few lemons.

Naruto's first, since he is my favourite character. Enjoy!

It's the last stop before Konoha.

Three years have passed since he left the village with Jiraiya. Now it's time to head back come.

Jiraiya watched his student while they walk through the city. He's grown quite a lot, left his boyish features and child's fat. He's becoming a man, a great man, and spitting image of his father.

Some women watch them pass by. At first, Jiraiya is cocky, then jealous. They're looking at his student. Well, he has become quite handsome. The nasty phase of puberty was long gone and he was shinning with youth.

Sometimes, Naruto was curious about sex. His questions were all about mechanics and such, but you could sense his true doubts – what did it feel like? How should you do it? Who should you do it with?

That night, they left for a bar. Being the last time, Naruto was convinced to tag along. Half an hour passed and Jiraiya was near wasted. He clung to a busty and well-rounded woman and followed her to the back room. Naruto watched him with a little of disgust and curiosity.

He stood by the bar, drinking alone. He didn't really appreciate sake, but the other drinks were more expensive and there was hardly any money left (Jiraiya's fun nights weren't cheap). He started feeling a little dizzy. An older woman sat beside him. She had long, dark, wavy hair and green eyes. He looked at her, with foggy eyes, and for a minute he almost believed it was Sakura looking back.

The woman started flirting and he, in his drunk state, flirted back. She started giggling and touching him, and although he didn't knew her at all, her eyes awoke his desire. During most of the journey, he had maintained an almost ascetic existence, trying to balance Jiraiya's perversion. But my god, her eyes!

She took his hand and lead him upstairs. It was a dark lit room with red sheets and carpet. It wasn't very luxurious and she didn't seem like a luxurious whore. But he was hypnotized by the light green in her eyes and drunk.

She started kissing him, first in the mouth, then neck. She took his shirt and gasped at his muscles in delight. He smiled, not really understanding her joy. She continued kissing him lower and lower and when she covered him with her mouth, it was his turn to gasp.

He felt good. No, he felt really good. And this yearning started to built up, this intense passion and lust, and when she came back up he didn't see her eyes anymore, only her breasts and curves. He stripped her naked, tried to do it slowly but she begged him to hurry. When she laid down in the bed, she guided him towards her and finally inside her.

So this is was it felt like, he thought. And then he stopped thinking. He could feel her, he could hear her moan, but all he could think was his own pleasure, this need to be satisfied overcame him and he thrusted deeper untill he reached ecstasy.

Calmer, he laid down beside her. Without the burning desire, he was more free to slowly inspect her. And so he satisfied his curiosity towards women, touching every inch of her, laughing when her moans were deeper. He gave her several orgams that night and had sex two more times.

But when the morning came, the room looked dreadful, the woman ugly. He woke up and rushed out, trying to escape that smell that seemed to linger for days.

He didn't discussed the issue with Jiraiya and neither did he.

When he came back to Konoha, he continued interacting with women the same way he always did, with a mix of adoration and respect. But sometimes, when he watches them closely, he can't stop but comparing them with the body of the prostitute, wondering whether they'd moan if touched the same way, if he could pleasure them.

And then he looks into Sakura's green eyes and feels a little ashamed and a little excited. He's made love to them that night, and it still haunts him.