A/N: Well here we're again hahaha... How the time goes by. Well thanks to the surprisingly consistent attention this series has been getting I've made the effort to carry on with this story. I apologize to everyone for the wait, life tends to be hectic.
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Boruto:
My eyes were glued on the snow white peach in front of me until it finally rested itself on the bed. Trying my best to focus on something else I glance over the room. Surprisingly little had changed in the few years I stopped sleeping over. A few newer movie posters, a new dresser as I guessed her wardrobe expanded, as odd as that sounds since it's Sarada. There wasn't quite the mountain of stuffed animals I remembered from before, but then again Sarada didn't seem so keen on them even back then. A single tall mirror stood in the corner of the room making me chuckle a bit trying to imagine Sarada spending time like other girls in front of a mirror. In the reflection I saw a lewdly dressed girl I've known since childhood in a room I've known since I was a toddler that in all honesty hadn't changed much. Nonetheless my mental detour had ended as my focus shifted back to my predicament much to the traitorous content of my raging erection.
"Something funny teme?" Sarada more threatened than asked. On any other day I'd take that as her picking a fight and throw back an insult, but today had my mind working differently. I wasn't sure if it was the MULTUPLE HOURS of sexual frustration, or the ban on fighting that had me thinking differently. Instead I felt sort of guilty of making her feel nervous. Walking over to her I laid myself on the bed beside her, which wasn't difficult as the bed was still the same old one she slept on as a kid being only really fit for one person now. "I was just remembering some of the fun times we use to have here is all." I smiled. Sarada immediately turned away merely huffing. 'So I guess that wasn't good enough?' I wondered suddenly finding myself understanding her a bit more. Unfortunately, my gaze slipped down, and I once again started to find my head drifting away. "You look really nice in that" I blurted out still in a bit of a daze.
A bit terrified, I snapped my head back up to her face expecting her to ready a punch. To my surprise she was blushing instead with a bit of a shy expression. 'Oh for fuck sakes isn't my dick hard enough already?!' I scold the normally stuck up Sarada for having such a docile face. "I-I guess it does show off my good points..." She spoke softly hanging on the final part. It took me less than it should've to notice her legs spread a bit. 'That... She... Sarada is letting me see her... no she is showing me her!' I frantically take in the view of my childhood friend's pussy that had not lost its shock value in the least. Not being able to stop myself from fantasizing about all the things I wanted to do to it, the room laid silent for a bit. However, I curiously found my eyes turning back to Sarada's. She quickly broke contact looking away clearly embarrassed, but keeping her legs apart for me to see. I wasn't sure why, but I started feeling bad again, like I did something wrong. For some reason I really couldn't shake it, and my tongue flew out a few words before my brain even registered it.
"Its amazing, but don't get me wrong I think all of you looks great." I ran my mouth stunned how I could tell Sarada of all people something like that. Whatever spell she was under my last few words seemed to snap her out of it as her eyes widened in shock and she stared at me seriously for the first time since I've gotten in the room. "Boruto! Just what the hell is going on? You've been acting weird all day!" Sarada demanded her face more concerned than anything else. 'Why the fuck can't I keep my mouth shut?!' I berate myself.
"Well... it could be all the blood that hasn't been let return to my head..." I give a pretty plausible answer in all reality. Sarada narrows her eyes glaring at me as her hand reaches down to my shorts feeling out my member. "So you're saying this is responsible...?" Her voice blackened as she forced the question. 'Crap...' I curse as my joke seemed to really piss her off. I should've known better since Sarada had never been on to like cowardly responses, even if she didn't know entirely what was going on. "Well... in a way-" I try to figure out how to go about it.
"In a way?!..." Sarada's fingers dig into my cock as she interrupted me. 'Ow! alright I get it! Stop being bitch Boruto or you may end up really being a girl!' I scold myself for trying to back out again. "I... Well it's just the whole day has actually been pretty... different." I collect myself a bit figuring out what I wanted to say to me as well as her. "Different how...?" Sarada's voice was still stern, but relented her grip taking my new answer seriously. "This morning my dad told me I wasn't allowed to fight you while I stayed over, so I was pretty bummed out all day." Her face seemed to soften a bit I wouldn't have guessed she'd be so interested in hearing that. "Then what happened at the pool has had me pretty handicapped all day... sorta reliant on you really, and I think you've tried your best to care for me, which isn't really a side of you I'm used to seeing." I continued as she pulled her hand back staring at me attentively. "And with... Well looking at you differently.. I just happened to think you look pretty beautiful... That's just with a bunch of different opinions though! It's not like I specifically chose that one point!" I desperately tried to save my fleeting sense of dignity as my face got warmer and warmer while saying that last sentence. What's worse is I realized I had answered my own questions on what I was feeling all day. 'This is just fucking perfect... Boruto you fucking retard, of all the girls... really... Sarada?!' I practically bash my head in a faceplam as I realized I've just fell for Sarada. Turning to my side Sarada had turned her body to face away from me just leaving the view of her smooth back. 'Fuck... I just screwed everything up didn't I?!' My chest tightens as I feel like I'm going to throw up. 'I can't let it end like this' Telling myself that I didn't have anything to lose at this point I decide to be honest with what I want, and the first thing I wanted was a way to break the flow of this. "Say... Sarada... Considering it's pretty sad neither of us have kissed anyone seriously despite finally being teenagers... do you want to practice?" I threw that dumb proposal out. 'I also really want those lips...' I guessed since I had just said that instead of probably a billion other things that may have actually gotten me out of this situation. My heart pounded as I bit my lip nervously waiting for a response.
Sarada:
Quietly orienting my head as far away as I could from Boruto I laid trying to make sense of it. I could get the explanations Boruto gave me, but there was one thing that had my mind racing to comprehend. And that was simply why I felt like I had Chidori in my stomach. My heart was pounding worse than in the bath as the unsettling sensation flowing through me had me on edge. If not for looking like a complete idiot in front of Boruto I would've probably been running around the room waving my arms like a humming bird to try to shake of the feeling and calm down. I could just feel how flushed my face was without knowing why.
It felt like I was on fire my breath coming out like a small steam cloud as the whole hear of the moment was slowly numbing my head. It took all my Shinobi training from the academy to keep perfectly still worried that even moving a single muscle would quickly have my behavior spiraling out of control. 'Please don't look at me right now!' I begged to whatever spirits would listen that Boruto wouldn't notice my meltdown. In the almost faded background of my awareness, I heard the teme throw out a kissing proposal. Normally this would be the chance to recompose myself into insulting or lecturing the dope. 'Or something at least!' I hear my inner self groan at my uncharacteristic meekness about it. 'Just what's with you today?!' I scolded myself as I only raised my shoulders in embarrassment trying to hide away even more. The weird static sensation a little more concentrated on my lips despite trying to keep the thought out of my head.
Everything seemed to be going well enough for a while. Boruto had gone quiet, and the two of us just laid there on the bed. The problem was my affliction wouldn't subside as my back had gone sensitive to the slightest possibility of touch. I desperately hoped he wouldn't turn me around, but at the same time the anticipation built up causing this odd tingling along my back almost expecting it. I gripped my fingers into the sheets as everything faded to the rhythm of my heartbeat I could feel pound loudly in my chest. ' Settle down... settle down...' I told my defiant heart repeatedly to no avail. Just before I could completely zone out a voice broke the silence.
"Sarada..." Boruto called out to me. I stayed deathly silent ignoring his call. 'No... there's just no way' I fretted the at the idea of trying to talk to him in a state like this. "Hey..." He pressed for a a response again. 'Go away!' I yelled at him in my mind not thinking I was up for it the way I was. "Sarada I just wanted to-" That fucking teme interrupted my thoughts yet again this time being so brazen as to turn me around. His hand on my shoulder had my whole arm tingling like static. Now I already had a rough idea of how bad the look in my face must've been, but the look on Boruto's face made it seem like the world had ground to a halt when he saw me. My bright pink face dashed blush line on my face and what I could only really guess at what idiotic face I was making made him stop in his tracks. That pause which seemed to drag on for eternity was the panic button in my mind. 'I need to get out of this... what did he say? Kiss? okay!' Before I could even give my train of thought a microsecond of review I felt my face press onto his. My lips parting ever so slightly as they rested against his.
For a few moments it was quiet again, and not just the room. Whatever turmoil my mind was seemingly subsided the instant I laid lips on the teme. I can't say I didn't genuinely enjoy the unexpected peace of mind. There was this joyous serenity of it that I couldn't really be bothered to care where it came from after all the anxiety I had been feeling until that point. I couldn't tell how long that blissful moment lasted, but inevitably reality came back like a ton of bricks as my eyes swung open as wide as they could.
Right before me was that same teme his eyes just as wide as mine apparently just as shocked. 'UWWAAAAAH?!' I shrieked internally my inner self joining in on the cry of horror of what I had just done. "Sa-" Boruto spit out the millisecond he split his lips from mine causing me to quickly latch my hands on to either side of his head pulling him back in. I quickly closed my eyes as visually seeing what I was doing and that dope's face so close was all too much for me. 'You stupid, ignorant brute!' I raged at my knuckleheaded childhood friend. 'Do you have any idea how unimaginably mortifying its going to be the second this kiss ends?!' I scold him trying to force the fact I was running away from the inevitable out off my mind. Even if it was just a delay tactic, every fiber of my being was desperately trying to avoid the shame that would follow this. 'I-I mean like this.. there is no one that can say anything right? Perfect! I just need to stay like this until he falls asleep and we'll just never talk about this again!' I completed my strategy for getting out of the situation. Annoyingly, the teme actually tried to break away from the kiss. Making me have to hold him down by wrapping my arms around his head locking myself in place. I furrowed my brow let out an angry moan as he struggled strangely feeling pissed off over it. 'You're the one that asked for this! Why are you running now coward?!' I concocted a justification for me being in the moral right for not letting him go besides just saving my own dignity.
It took a while, but he finally seemed to calm down wrapping his arms against my back in a awfully close hug. I was just glad he stopped struggling letting me relax a bit. I was pushed up against him quite a bit partially due to me making sure he couldn't break off the kiss and partially due to Boruto pulling me towards him. Strangely it was not all that uncomfortable, but still odd. I started to be conscious of my breast laying on his chest. While not ample they were really soft compared to him so they ended up partially flattened against his pecks. 'What am I even thinking as if anyone would be interest-' A self defeating thought started to take hold in my head, but it was then suddenly stopped by a replay of what I heard earlier. 'Beautiful' Boruto's voice echoed in my mind putting an end to my self pity. It brought to focus something I was too befuddled to really absorb when he told me, but one that was bringing back a bit of that tingling sensation just thinking about it. 'I am... desirable to Boruto?' I wondered something that never seemed to have a place in my life before.
While I was lost in thought Boruto lowered one of his arms resting it on my lower back pulling me in more while his other hand rubbed along my upper back, his hands now much more evidently larger than mine. I noticed in the bath the ways he was different, but this was the first time I could feel it so evidently as we embraced. My profile was much slimmer than his letting him easily wrap his arms around my torso. His back was broad enough that I doubt I could get a good grip of his head if I reached under his arms rather than over his shoulders like I was right now. Overall I'd say I was softer than him too. All that alone wouldn't really be much to note, but it was the context of it that really hit me. The person I was holding right now was the same childhood friend I have known forever, who I've trained with since forever, and who I've fought with in sparing matches for years. I could hardly stop listing the things we'd spend doing the exact same thing and yet here we were so different from one another. I wasn't insecure, envious, or put off by it rather I felt feminine. It was not something I was accustomed to given how all the boys including Boruto were often terrified of me. The times that I've felt feminine were few and far between, and it was never something I could take confidence in until now. However, there was no real way to rationalize how I could be so different to the guy I've known since we were toddlers.
That odd feeling began to swell up again as it felt like current was running through my body again. The prickly tingling sensation lining the borders of my mouth with Boruto's. This time however I decided it was a nice feeling letting myself be taken into his embrace a bit more. 'This is fun' I chimed internally starting to really enjoy this little practice session. It was much more exciting than any of our recent spares, and it had an air of mystery to it. Uncertain ground that we've never been on despite knowing each other for so long, there was no way to predict how the other would react. This was new, something different to our usual rough housing, and it was pretty exciting. I felt I had run away in the shower, but I was much more confident now. 'No more running away!' I vowed to not back away from Boruto or where this would go.
With that settled I decided to finally deal with the rough and annoying thing poking me. Boruto's penis had been straining his shorts pushing them against me. The fabric was a little harsh on my skin after a while, so I decided to fix the situation by taking it out. I managed to fish the springy little guy out quick enough. Carefully I examined it with hand. It was moist at the end making me relieved since I had thought it would've been rubbed raw under there. The odd liquid began to smear onto my stomach as it pressed against me. If it is been any other moment in the day would have probably yelled at Boruto, but given we were already kissing it just didn't seem like that big a deal. It slid a streak of moisture passing over my stomach as he pressed it against it; it's warm harden state awkwardly traversed across my skin. Still it worried me how long he's stayed swollen like this, so I attempted to treat him again. Gathering chakra in my palm I began to stroke along his shaft using my thumb and index finger to rub over the head of his cock.
"Mhmmph!" Boruto let out a sudden groan startling me, but he quickly calmed down as I started to stroke his length slowly. Steadily my hand reached the base my fingers extending to lightly run over his sack with my chakra covered fingers. They twitched at my touch in a way I just thought was adorable making me try my best to not giggle. I shifted my hand back wrap around his shaft my fingertips barely reaching around to touch at their tips. 'It's so damn big...' I mulled over in my mind with a surprising absence of concern. The pang of guilt struck me having my childhood friend so obviously bothered by this absurdly massive swelling, and me being so oddly infatuated with it. It was just so, captivating for some reason making me want to investigate it more, touch it more. By the time time I noticed I had both my hands wrapped around his stiff cock sliding them up and down Boruto's girth. On his part he had lowered his hands again this time grabbing me from both sides of my waist his large firm hands held me still as he started to press into our kiss more shifting his head a little to the right. It wasn't just a peck on the lips anymore, we started to kiss just like the couples we'd sometimes see in the park. Before they saw us start fighting and run for it. 'Just like a couple...' My heart practically leaped out of my throat before I could swallow it back down trying to calm myself down a little. 'Its just practice Sarada, just practice' I successfully talk myself down not wanting to get the wrong impression on all this, but my face kept getting warmer to the point In pretty sure Boruto could feel it making my condition worse.
I kept stroking his thick penis meticulously making sure I was treating every inch of his hot member with my medical jutsu trying to focus on something else. I'd occasionally lift one hand cupping over the glans of his cock and rubbing over it my fingers gently rubbing along the very edge of his head, I'd also shift my attention to his balls grabbing them and carefully feeling them out. I was a little worried at first I had gone too far, but it seems I got some pleasant moans out of Boruto. 'Ho~ you like that teme?' I snicker admittingly letting the positive results get to my head despite the swelling not subsiding at all. I was just glad I could at least make him feel a bit better soothing his affliction with a pleasant treatment. The slimy liquid coming off his tip had been leaking onto my hands, but it just felt nice to be able to ease his burden a little.
Feeling in a particularly mischievous mood after that latest success I open my eyes and slowly push my tongue over towards Boruto's mouth. "Sarada?!" Boruto exclaimed pulling back in a jolt. Caught right after I had tried for it, I also recoiled a little as if I thought I'd been caught doing something wrong. However I soon regain my composure drawing my face closer with a sterner look. "Well... like you said we don't really have much experience with this, so it's not like we can catch up just doing what everyone else does. W-when training you try to be a little more intense than what you may expect..." I explained a carefully fabricated lie. The truth being is I had sometimes read it done in the novels of travelers visiting distant lands and falling in love, and this seemed like my best chance to figure out what it's like. "Y-yeah I guess you have a point..." Boruto answered back his eyes looking away from me as if he contemplating a important decision.
I felt his hand reach over to the back of my nape as Boruto quickly pressed his lips against mine. His tongue boldly entered my mouth meeting my own tentatively he rolled his tongue over mine as if gauging my reaction. 'Honestly this teme...' I thought losing most of my patience I lifted up my arms wrapping them around his head a pulled myself towards him my tongue aggressively pressing back trying coil around his. To my surprise his tongue shifted over to the right dodging my attempt for a split second I was fuming mad at the rejection until I felt his tongue swing back and try to pin mine. 'Oh, so that's it! Hmmph well you haven't beaten me in any wrestling match and I'm not about to let tongue wrestling be any different.' Needless to say I avoided the pin swiveling around and pushing into his mouth. His tongue lashed at mine, but I would swirl out of the way rolling over his as I dug into the kiss securing my foothold in his mouth. I felt him grunt again in the same fashion as he would during our sparing matches when he knew he had been bested to which I hummed back the same way I did when I wanted to rub in that of course he did.
Despite this neither of us stopped rolling our tongues over one another actually settingling into a pace letting us thoroughly feel out one another's tongue. Occasionally one of us would break it off making the other lick against their tongue until they agreed to continue come back. Neither of us actually wanted to stop, but we wanted to confirm how much the other wanted to keep going. After teasing Boruto several times I almost giggled at how desperately he showed he wanted to continue. Feeling bad about it I finally shoved my tongue completely over towards his mouth as if letting him indulge in keeping it. He quickly wrapped his tongue around mine pinning it like securing his prize. I felt my breath grow warmer from it as it bounced off Boruto's face, and it was getting harder to think. Letting him keep my tongue for a bit I turned my focus towards my lips as I dug into our kiss more actively. My fingers ran through his hair as I tugged his head towards me. It was honestly intoxicating as I slowly gathered what had made this so enjoyable to the characters in the book, but I sort of lamented now that I wouldn't be able to enjoy those scenes as much now that they'd be a poor replacement for being able to do it yourself.
Every passing moment I felt my senses get duller, my guard loosen up, and the less I thought before I acted. My tongue had been acting out almost entirely on it's own seeking out satisfaction from our kiss, my body kept trying to shuffle closer to him despite already being up against him, and in my head felt like it was in a haze. I felt Boruto slide his hands down my back making my spine tingle all the way down until he reached my butt. Normally, I'd had ended this teme's life and had to contain a shiver of killing intent as I felt his grip sink into my bottom his hands gropping me. This all however passed rather quickly as I soon found myself unusually comfortable with it. I just felt his frame pressed against mine, his hands on me, and the kiss we were sharing feeling desired as a woman that had been so alien to me before not wanting to give up this moment even to enact justice upon this teme. Boruto pulled my hips against him firmly pressing his hard, thick penis onto my pelvis. I caught myself drooling for some reason as I felt it against me initially worrying me, but he didn't seem to mind instead seemingly wanting to slurp it down. Ignoring that display for a moment I began to rub and grind myself on his swollen mass not really sure why I was doing so. I just felt compelled to give it attention; the more my mind fogged the more curious and infatuated with it I became. There was this odd drive within me to rub myself against it, and my hips were shaking practically on their own.
By now Boruto's breath came out almost like he was panting. He would groan and grunt over and over again. I was a little worried I was hurting him by grinding against his swollen penis, but I could tell from the way he was kissing that he was relishing it. The only thing bothering me now was this moisture running down my legs... It wasn't urine, or at least I didn't think it was. With the way my body was getting unusually hot, tingling all around, and the dazed mental state I was in it had been getting hard to tell what was going on. Nonetheless, I had been leaking for a while now, and it had been getting a bit irritating down there. Grinding against Boruto somewhat dulled the irritation so I had been doing that faster and faster, but it was losing its potency. Trying to fight it off I kept rubbing closer and closer to it until I finally rubbed Boruto's thick penis between my legs.
The sensation was indescribable and ran up my body like a shot of lightening. I even broke off our kiss moaning out loud as I grappled with the powerful sensation. For a few moments I just laid there my body twitching from whatever it was I felt. However it was then that I felt Boruto flip me over onto my back and position himself on top of me. He pressed his lips firmly onto mine and we immediately began kissing again. While wrapping my arms and legs around him as our tongues coiled around each other once more, I felt that huge swollen thing press on me again my body instantly shivering in what I can't tell is fright or excitement. Then Boruto slid is penis between my legs again as he began to hump me. Initially my body would lock up every time he rubbed me down there as it felt a static charge all over my skin, but it soon grew milder. The sensation became more refined as the other symptoms mitigated, and it soon felt good. I had never felt anything like this before it was powerful and almost forced me unconscious to start with, but it felt oddly nice. I'm not really sure how much longer I can passively just lay here as I feel every passing second rush my body with adrenaline. My heart is racing faster and it feels something is going to snap any moment now. It feels like my body wants to act out completely on its own, on instinct or something animalistic. The last fleeting thought in my head before Boruto rubs out the last of my rational thinking is... I really hope I keep the good sense to keep holding back my superhuman strength. 'Don't die Boruto-kun...' I say to myself before I feel that deep inner self always voicing out within me float up into my conscious mind; my head goes dizzy as if I'm going to faint.
A/N: This was actually the halfway mark on the chapter that I was originally planning, but it kind of took on a life of it's own and I thought getting out some content to focus on the latter half would be better than to postpone the release even longer than planned. I also believed this was a good place to leave it off as it was right before Boruto's half. To everyone that have shown such a great support for the story, I want to thank you. It's amazing to me how much activity this story generates even long after it's release. I want to wish you all a happy new years.