Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or its characters.

Warnings: Crude language; drama; some violence; sex (between males). This is YAOI, people. There will be hints of SakuSasu, but not anything "real" between them. Note: Naruto is older than Sasuke by a few years, around Itachi's age.

So if you are a homophobe or simply don't like yaoi, press the back button immediately.

Summary: Sakura did not expect her life to turn out like this just because she didn't want to be the only nineteen year old virgin on the face of Earth. SakuSasu (one-sided); mainly NaruSasu.

Yo! I hope you read everything above, 'cause I'm not saying it again.

I hope that you're not going to waste your time flaming me; but I really, really appreciate reviews and productive critism.

Thank you so much for reading my story, I hope that you'll give it a chance and stay for the next chapter!

Pretty Young Thing

Life becomes different when you get a sex life.

Haruno Sakura knew this, yet she couldn't help but feel a little giddy when she met up with her best friend, Yamanka Ino, in the mall.

Well, Sakura didn't have a sex life yet. But she should have one within the time of a week, really. As soon as her boyfriend came home from his trip to China she would offer herself to him, and he would gladly accept after being a gentleman about it.

So it was only right that she was preparing herself for it.

A girl with a sex life had to have sexy and cute lingerie, condoms and such things at hand, Sakura had been told.

She checked herself out in the reflection in her car window. She had put up her light pink hair in a ponytail and she had no make-up on, only dressed in a sweatshirt and blue jeans. That was one of the positive things with having a boyfriend – you didn't have to make yourself pretty for other males, because you knew you had one.

Sakura viewed life differently now that she had a boyfriend that loved her as much as she loved him. She couldn't see the positive things about being single, for she was in a happy and good relationship.

"Sakura!"

She turned, her hands lingering on her ponytail as she saw her best friend coming towards her. She put on a big smile. Now that her boyfriend was on a month long trip in Beijing with his closest family, she had seen her friend almost every day. It was summer break after all.

"Have you waited long?"

"Nope. I just got here." Sakura looked the other female over. Ino had put her long, pale hair in a high ponytail just like Sakura, and she was dressed in a pair of jeans shorts and a purple tank top. "You look great, Ino."

"Thanks." Ino grinned. "You look...ready for autumn. What's up with the jeans and the sweatshirt?"

Sakura chuckled. "They're comfortable. And we're going to be inside the mall – which means air conditioning."

Sakura swore she could hear Ino let out a low curse under her breath. Apparently the blonde hadn't thought about the ice cold air conditioning the mall always had, summer or winter.

"Let's get going, then!" Ino took her best friend's hand and together they walked over the parking lot to the big building. "Did I tell you that I've gotten a new job?"

"No! You didn't!" Sakura looked at her friend, who nodded happily.

"Yup. I am now proud baby-sitter of Sarutobi Konohamaru."

"Asuma-sensei's nephew?" Sakura's eyebrows furrowed and she narrowed her emerald eyes. "That will be really awkward when we get back to school, you know."

"Aw, come on," Ino drawled. "It's not going to be awkward. He's just my history teacher, and besides, it's not as if I'm baby-sitting him. I'm taking care of Konohamaru, which means I'll only meet Asuma-sensei when he's paying me."

"Exactly!" Sakura yelled out as they entered the mall. It wasn't as crowded as it usually was, seeing as it was only Tuesday, in the middle of the day. "How weird isn't that? Having your history teaching paying you for taking care of his nephew."

Ino shrugged it off, and Sakura shook her head. Her blonde friend had always been daring, out-going and sometimes a little too straight-forward; of course Ino wouldn't think that it was awkward.

"Where do we start? Picking out condoms or buying sexy lingerie?"

Sakura sputtered, "I-Ino!"

"What? If you can't even talk about it, how are you going to do it?"

Sakura didn't bother to respond, because she was sure that it would be different with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend would be loving, gentle and understanding – not loud or brash like Ino. Besides, it wasn't Ino that she was going to make love to, but the young man that she had been in love with since when they met in High School.

"Now, stop being a prude and come with me." Ino rolled her pale blue eyes, gripping Sakura's arm and almost pulling her with her towards her favourite lingerie shop. "I mean, we're nineteen years old. You're the only virgin I know. Except for Hinata…"

"Ino! Stop assuming things like that! You can't know if Hinata-chan is a virgin or not," Sakura protested. Ino didn't comment it, but the pinkette knew what the blonde girl was thinking.

They entered a big local with red and black walls, some thin, white draperies hanging over some parts of the walls. The changing rooms looked big, and instead of doors there were those thin, white draperies hanging from the roof, all the way down to the floor where it was put in a neat pile when the stall was empty.

The lingerie, bras, panties and such hang delicately from the dark walls where the draperies and mirrors weren't, and Sakura found herself blushing as her big eyes spotted a bra. It was pink, with black laces.

Ino saw how her friend looked at the pink bra, and smiled. "That pink one looks good, don't you think, Sakura?"

Sakura flushed. "Oh, uh, yeah?"

"Oh, please. Stop being so damn innocent! It isn't funny!" Ino pulled Sakura to the rack of pink bras and panties.

Ino looked on the bra sizes, finally finding one that she deemed big enough for Sakura's breasts.

Sakura didn't have big breasts, but they certainly weren't small either. She was somewhere in between Hinata, who had a really large chest, and Ino, who had slightly smaller than Sakura since she was also thinner.

"Don't you like this one? Or maybe you should try that green one over there…hmm…"

--

Three hours later, Sakura was so annoyed that she was ready to slap her friend. She had tried all sorts of bras during these three hours, and she was certain that she would never touch one again.

Maybe she should join one of those feminist groups that burned bras.

When Ino reminded her that it was time to buy condoms, Sakura did actually hit the blonde on her shoulder.

"Oi, what's wrong with you?!" Ino rubbed her sore arm. "PMSing or what?"

"I've been trying bras for three hours! And you just wouldn't stop talking once during that time!" Sakura complained. "Besides, I have never bought this many bras at one time ever before!"

"It's not that many…"

"Eleven bras! I don't even know what to do with them all!"

Ino sighed. "You're planning on having sex more than once, right? Or do you plan on using the same bra every time you have sex?"

Sakura mumbled something that incoherent even to herself, followed by a low string of curses.

"Let's get those condoms now, okay?"

--

When Sakura got back home, with eleven different bras and six different packages of condoms, she was tired. She was so tired that she wasn't so sure that she had the strength to actually answer her cellphone.

But when she finally rolled over to her stomach and grasped the ringing phone, she was glad that she answered.

"Hi, Sasuke-kun!" She giggled. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, thank you," her boyfriend politely answered. "I hope that you are well, too."

"Oh, yes." She blushed. "I miss you, though."

She heard him let out a small chuckle, and she wondered if it was because she missed him or because of something that happened there with him in Beijing. She made herself comfortable, preparing herself for a long talk.

"You know, Sakura, I'm in a hurry right now, but I'll call you back as soon as possible. I just called to make sure that you're alright."

Her heart fluttered, and she felt like a silly school girl. She was nineteen years old – how could she still behave like a lovesick puppy? Hadn't high school taught her anything at all?

"Okay. I'll-I'll see you when you get back then. Goodbye, Sasuke-kun!" With a little shriek, she hung up before he even got the chance to answer. She felt like an idiot. Why did she hang up like that? Normally she would just wait until she could hear the dial tones, to make sure that she hadn't hung up on him.

Like she had done now.

With a moan she rolled over on her back, throwing the phone to her feet, not caring if it fell over the edge of her bed.

Why couldn't she be more like Ino? Ino, who dared to do and say anything. Ino, who had lost her virginity, been drunk and done things that Sakura could only dream of. Why couldn't she be more like Ino?

With a distressed moan, she stretched and lay on the side. She felt restless, like she had done ever since Sasuke, her boyfriend, had gone to China.

Stupid Sasuke. It was his fault that she was so bored. He usually took her out and did things with her; he was such a gentleman. He didn't kiss her unless she wanted it – which she always did – and he would never dream of asking her to sleep with him, because he knew that she would come to him when she was ready.

God, she was such a prude!

She could feel it herself, that she was behaving like a silly virgin. Now, that might not be a bad thing, but Sakura felt that it was. She didn't know any other virgins, and she always felt so misplaced when the other girls started to talk about their boyfriends; how they did it when their parents weren't at home or if their boyfriends had their own apartments.

Her boyfriend didn't live with his parents, but very close. He was an Uchiha, and almost all members of the Uchiha Clan lived within the tall, thick walls of the Uchiha District. Sasuke lived together with his older brother, Itachi, at the moment, in a house near the main mansion, where their parents lived.

Sakura herself lived together with her parents, seeing as she was nothing above average, and she had to work to earn her own money. And right now, she didn't have the money to pay her own bills and buy her own apartment.

In her silly school girl fantasies she was still dreaming of Sasuke asking her to move in with him in the Uchiha District. If ever, that that question would come after they had made love to each other.

Now she was being silly again. Sasuke was too private in himself to even consider living with someone else that wasn't family.

She would have to wait until she knew that Sasuke was ready for something more solid. She didn't know why, but Sasuke had always been so secretive, with the way he rarely spoke to others than the people he deemed worthy. She was one of those few people he deemed worthy, and it made her heart flutter.

Oh, she couldn't wait until he came home!

---

It was with long, graceful steps that Sasuke walked towards the airport, one week after his last call to his girlfriend. It was warm outside, and the asphalt under his feet would probably be ridiculously hot if he had not been wearing his shoes.

He glanced at the people to his left. There walked his older brother, Itachi, nose in the air as he ignored everyone passing. His mother, Mikoto, was wearing a kind smile, talking calmly to her husband, Fugaku.

There was another person walking there too, this person being the only one without silky black hair and porcelain skin of them. That was Uzumaki Naruto, Itachi's best – and only – friend. He was nothing like Itachi, though, and that was probably why Sasuke accepted him.

Unlike the Uchiha family, Naruto had blonde and ruffled hair, and a sunkissed – divine – body. He had broader shoulders than Itachi, and he was slightly taller.

Sasuke knew that he had been staring too long when he suddenly realised that he was standing in front of the big glass doors that parted themselves when they arrived. Mikoto said something to him, but he was busy ogling Naruto.

This had probably been the best month in his life. Here in China with his family and Naruto. No girlfriend to take in considerate, no school, no nothing. He had been able to just relax and spend time with Mr Sex on legs. Well, Itachi had been there too, but Sasuke had more or less ignored him.

He knew that Itachi had told Naruto about his crush on the older boy, but it didn't matter. No, because he knew that Naruto felt the same, even if he was four years older, making him twenty-three years old.

If the make-out sessions they had had during the trip were any indications, he was sure that Naruto liked him too. At least the blonde found him hot enough to make-out with. He had always thought that guys like Naruto would have higher standards, ending up with arrogant males like Itachi.

He was somewhat startled when his father told him to walk a little faster, seeing as he had somehow fallen into a slow mo-walk behind them.

They walked through the entrance; and when Naruto turned around to walk backwards – to make sure that Sasuke was still with them – the youngest Uchiha's life seemed even brighter.

Too bad that they were flying back to Japan – back to reality.

TBC

I'd really like some feedback, reviews or critism. Thank you for reading – I hope you'll give this story a chance.