A/N: This chapter is so awkward, but I hope you enjoy lol.
Summer Vacation; Part Two
He was startled by a knock at the door. "Come in."
Sarada tentatively peeked her head into his room. "I…"
Boruto sensed the nervousness in her expression. "Oh... did you, uh, change your mind?" He tried not to sound too disappointed.
Sarada's dark gaze fell to the floor. "Um, no... unless you did."
"I didn't!" he replied, way too quickly.
"Okay, good," she nodded. "You promise you won't like... make fun of me?"
"I won't! I swear!" Boruto assured her from where he sat on the edge of his bed. "You said I have to be nice if I want to have sex with you... and well I do. So…"
Sarada sighed as she finally pushed open the door and slipped inside his room. She was dressed in a short, silky red robe with delicate cherry blossom embroidery.
"You can come closer, I'm not going to bite you," he teased. A smirk spread across his lips before adding. "...I mean, unless you're into that kinda thing."
Sarada shot him a glare and closed the door behind her. "I don't even know what kind of things I'm into! That's why we're doing this, right?!"
Boruto just chuckled as he allowed his blue gaze to trace over her figure approvingly. "So... what do you want to do first?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, ya know... foreplay."
"Oh, uh... we could kiss…" Sarada suggested shyly, her ears already growing hot from embarrassment.
"Oh yeah, kissing would probably be a good start," Boruto agreed, but then they just stared at each other, neither of them moving. "Did you want me to come over to the door or were you going to come over to the bed?"
"Oh! Right, right!" Sarada took a few strides forward and stood between Boruto's spread legs, still too nervous to meet his gaze.
"Have you kissed anyone before?" he asked softly.
"Just like a few pecks, nothing crazy... nothing with like... tongue, ya know." Her breath hitched as she felt Boruto's hands land on her waist pulling her closer as he stood up. She had to tilt her head back slightly to meet his blue gaze.
"You know you could touch me too," he said, a teasing smirk curving up the corner of his mouth.
"Where?"
"I mean, anywhere you want I guess." Sarada settled for his shoulders and they stood there for a moment in what appeared to be an intimate hug. Boruto leaned closer until their noses were touching, their warm breath mingling.
"Do you... really want to do this?" he whispered.
"I really do," she confessed.
Her eyes fluttered closed as the distance between them slowly disappeared and their lips pressed together for a single sweet moment.
She inhaled a quick breath, but could barely process the tingling sensation radiating from her lips, before Boruto dove in again. The second kiss was longer than the first and easily flowed into the third.
Her heart seemed to beat faster with each caress of his surprisingly soft lips against her own. Her eager hands slid from his shoulders around his neck, pulling him down to meet her.
She could hardly believe kissing an idiot like Boruto Uzumaki could feel this good.
His tongue swiped across the seam of her lips in request, and Sarada tentatively parted her lips, allowing her own shy tongue to meet him. His hands squeezed her waist tighter and their bodies pressed together as they deepened their heated kiss.
Her fingers tangled into his blonde hair, scratching at his scalp. Her mind grew foggy, wholly consumed by the hot, wet feeling of his tongue sliding against her own and the strangely pleasant tingles to her core.
It was almost addicting, the taste of him; Sarada nearly whimpered when he pulled away. She could tell her cheeks were already flushed when his half-lidded eyes met hers.
"We could, ya know, lay down on the bed if you want," Boruto suggested. Sarada nodded, weirdly relieved that he sounded just as breathless as she was.
"Here," he said as he laid back on the center of the bed. "You can lay on top of me."
"What if I crush you?"
"You're not going to crush me," Boruto scoffed.
"I'm heavy!" she protested.
"You're not even close to heavy, Sarada! C'mon!" He waved her toward him and she nervously crawled up on the bed. She threw one leg over his hips, so she was straddling his lap.
She leaned down and pressed her lips against his once more, but hovered over him, still too worried about crushing him to rest her body fully on top of his.
His warm hands glided over her pale thighs and her skin felt so milky smooth underneath his touch that he was actually grateful Sarada had insisted on whatever preparations she had taken. She smelt so good, too.
As they continued to kiss, Sarada's concerns slowly began to melt away until she eventually allowed herself to rest her body on top of him. But when her hips met his Sarada jerked back, staring down at Boruto with wide eyes. His hands flew off her waist like she had burnt him. "What?! What's wrong?"
"You...
"What?!"
"You…" she pointed between them with her eyes to his very firm member that poked her.
"... have a boner?!" he scoffed. "Duh, Sarada! We're making out as a prelude to sex! Of course, I'm hard! What did you expect?!"
Sarada pouted. "I obviously expected it, I just, ya know, never felt one rub against me…"
"You haven't?"
"When would that have happened to me?!" she scowled.
"Oh... I don't know..."
"What should I do?" Sarada asked, her voice softening. "Will I crush it if I lay on you?"
"Why are you so concerned about crushing me?! If anything I thought you'd be overjoyed to crush one of your enemies," Boruto chuckled.
"You…" she hesitated. "I don't want to think about losing my virginity to my enemy, so you're not my enemy anymore."
"So what does that make me? Your sex friend?"
Sarada cringed at the suggestion. "Sex friend implies an ongoing relationship, this is a one-time deal!"
"Alright, alright! We don't have to label it if you're worried about whatever implications," Boruto rolled his eyes as his hands returned to her waist. "Let's just keep going."
"Wait, you never told me what I should do?!" she frowned.
"I mean, honestly you could just rub up against it while we're making out that would be pretty cool."
Sarada gently lowered herself, thinking much too hard as she started rocking her hips against his. It felt kind of weird what with his obvious erection grinding against her core, but at the same time it felt strangely good.
Her dark gaze jerked up at the sound of Boruto inhaling a sharp breath. "What? What?! Did I hurt you?"
Boruto shook his head; his face a bit tense. "Nope! You should keep doing that! And you should kiss me too!"
"Okay…" Sarada leaned over him again, until their chests rested against each other. Her hips flush with his, she began gently rocking as their lips pressed against one another. Her dark eyes fluttered closed getting lost again in their fervent kiss.
Their tongues met quicker this time, playing with each other. Sarada could feel his grip on her hips tighten, as he pulled her down harder against his lap. A strange, unfamiliar tension in her low belly began to grow.
Boruto allowed his palms to slide over her round bottom, groping the plump flesh underneath her robe.
Pride swelled in his chest when he felt Sarada exhale a sweet little moan against his lips. The sound was like music to his ears, he was relieved to know she was enjoying herself as much as he was.
Sarada realized now was as good a time as ever, so she pulled away, sitting up on him as she untied her robe. Eager blue eyes stared at her as she held the edges, taking one deep breath to steel her nerves before she peeled off the silky material to reveal naked skin.
She tossed her robe off the bed, leaving her in only a pair of pastel striped panties. Boruto's full attention seemed to be on her bare chest, and Sarada had to resist the urge to cover herself.
"They're bigger than I thought they'd be," he mumbled.
"What?"
"Can I touch them?" he asked, his blue gaze still fixed on her modest breasts.
"Um, sure... but like softly."
"Yeah, softly," he repeated like he was in a daze. His hands drifted up her sides, before capturing both her mounds and giving them a gentle squeeze. "Cool," he mumbled.
He ran the rough pad of his thumb over her delicate peaks. Sarada found herself exhaling an involuntary gasp as a shiver ran up her spine. Blue eyes flickered up to her face. "Did you like that?"
"Uh yeah, I guess." So he did it again. The cool air in the room combined with his attention made her nipples grow hard.
Sarada didn't know if he was trying to make her feel good or if he was just curious, but as Boruto's rough fingers traced over nipples she found herself wanting to rub against him again.
"Could I try something?"
"Yeah," Sarada answered a little more quickly than she would've liked. But as this cloud of curiosity and hormones consumed them, she found herself even more receptive to his touch.
Boruto surprised her when he sat up. Straddling his lap put her at a greater height that he immediately took advantage of. His lips pressed soft kisses on her bare chest, making Sarada's heart rate quicken.
His hot tongue flicked over her hardened peak and she quivered at the sensation. Her eyes fell closed as she surrendered to him. Each kiss, each lick sent pleasant tingles to her heated core that insisted she continue rocking against him.
Blue eyes stared up at her, watching her every reaction as he captured her nipple between his lips and gave a gentle suck.
"You like that don't you?" he whispered against her skin.
"It... was weird," she replied because that was the only word that she felt could adequately describe it. It was weird the way her body reacted, weird how it tickled in a way that didn't make her laugh. "Can we kiss some more?"
"Yeah!" Boruto nodded before his hand came up to cradle her jaw and lead her lips to his once more. Sarada pushed him back against the bed as she kissed him with renewed vigor. The feeling of their bare chests against one another was another pleasant sensation she hadn't expected to enjoy.
As they kissed their hips rocked against one another, the pleasant friction made him all the more desperate for relief. "Could you... like touch me?" Boruto whispered against her lips.
"Where?"
"Ya know…" His blue eyes widened like it should be obvious.
"Oh, um. Yeah I could." Sarada rolled off his lap and her eyes immediately locked on the protrusion in his underwear. It was one thing to feel it pressing against her, it was another thing entirely to see.
Sarada suddenly felt anxious butterflies flutter in her stomach as Boruto eagerly slipped off his underwear, allowing his hard cock to spring free.
She stared at it intently for a moment before an accidental giggle escaped her lips. She slapped a hand over her mouth as a mortified Boruto covered himself. "What the fuck, Sarada!?" he yelled as a furious blush consumed his face. "Don't laugh at my dick!"
"I'm sorry!" she said, her titters muffled by her hand. "I'm sorry! I swear I'm not laughing at it! I'm laughing, because I'm so nervous."
"You're not the only one who's nervous!" Boruto cried, one hand covering his eyes the other covering his junk. "Take off your panties and let me laugh at you! It's only fair!"
"No! I'm sorry! Okay?!" Sarada pleaded, then with a deep breath she calmed her laughter. "I'm sorry, let's continue."
Conflicted blue eyes peeked at her between his spread fingers and mumbled, "you promise not to laugh?"
"I promise!"
Boruto tentatively uncovered himself, and Sarada's gaze dropped back down to his manhood and swallowed anxiously.
"So do I just…" Sarada asked as she reached out and wrapped her hand around his firm length. She glanced up at him and Boruto seemed to be holding his breath as he nodded.
Ever so gently she began sliding her hand up and down. She looked at him for confirmation but his gaze was fixed on her tender ministrations. His face started to look a little red.
She suddenly pulled away and his head jerked toward her and he exhaled a harsh breath. "Why'd you stop?!"
"You weren't breathing!"
"Oh... it's fine!" Boruto said with a shake of his head. "You can keep going, or actually it's better if it's not... ya know, dry?"
"So what should I do?"
"You could spit on your hand?" he suggested
"Ew, no! I don't want to spit on my hand!" Sarada grimaced.
"I could spit on your hand?"
"That's worse!" she scoffed. "Should I just go get my lotion?"
"Do you have any?! That actually would be great."
"Yeah, but it smells like lavender. Do you care?"
"No!" Boruto guffawed. "Go it get it!"
Sarada hopped off the bed and scurried over to her room, coming back a few moments later with a small bottle of soothing lotion. "So, like how much should I use?" she asked.
"Honestly, the more slippery the better."
Sarada dumped a decent amount of lotion into her palm and with a little more confidence this time grabbed him. Boruto shivered from the cool liquid but then sighed at the feeling of Sarada's warm hand gently stroking his firm length.
"You could…" he began, before wrapping his larger hand around hers to make her grip tighter. "Can I show you how I want it?"
Sarada nodded as she allowed his hand to guide hers up and down his length, but with a firm grip and a little more twist in her wrist. He eventually let go but she continued the rhythm he set and Boruto hummed his approval.
After a few minutes focusing on the slippery strokes of her hand, Sarada glanced up at a satisfied-looking Boruto. "Does it feel good?"
"Yeah it's great, way better than touching myself."
"Wait, you..." The pace of Sarada's strokes slowed. "...masturbate?" she lowered her voice as if it was a dirty word.
"I'm a guy, Sarada! Of course, I jerk off sometimes!"
"Like often?"
Boruto blushed and looked to the side. "Don't worry about it... do you masturbate?"
"Honestly, I haven't really thought about it."
"Well, if you want I can touch you, too…" he offered.
"Oh! Um, sure…" Sarada nodded as she laid down on the bed. "Yeah, let's try it."
"Did you want to like... take your panties off? Or I could do it for you...?"
"Um, okay."
Boruto pulled her underwear down, his fingers trailing softly down her smooth, creamy legs. He finally understood why Sarada had stared. It was hard not to in your first interaction with the private parts of the opposite sex. "What do you want me to do?"
He was staring so intently at her womanhood that she had to fight the urge to cover herself. "I... don't know…" Sarada muttered nervously.
Blue eyes flickered up to meet her. "I thought you read books about sex!"
"The books have sex in them but their not about sex! There's a storyline, too!" she defended, but Boruto just raised a questioning brow at her. "It's all so vague… I just…"
"Okay," he cut her off, saving her from giving an explanation that she didn't have. "How about I try some stuff and you can tell me if you like it?"
"Yeah, that works," Sarada nodded and spread her trembling legs a little wider. His tentative hand slipped between her thighs.
A soft gasp fell from her lips as he traced a finger over her wet slit. Boruto was watching her face so intently that it made her more nervous, but she didn't want him to stop so she closed her eyes and focused on his touch.
"Do you like that?"
She just nodded, finally understanding why Boruto had held his breath when she touched him. Her breath hitched and her brow furrowed when his finger sunk into her tight clutch.
"Do you like that better?"
"Um…" Sarada bit her lip, struggling to form words when her mind was so focused on the way his finger gently slid in and out of her. "I like both," she breathed.
He alternated between slipping his finger inside her and sliding between her folds and spreading her slick all over. "You're like super wet."
"How would you know? You've never ever seen one before!"
Boruto blushed and was about to retort but then her legs suddenly quivered when his finger brushed over her sensitive clit. He noticed the way her body tensed, so he did it again with a little more pressure and a soft moan tore from Sarada's lips.
"You really like that," he smirked. Not a question, this time he was confident.
He traced her clit with soft circles and added a second finger before pushing them into her tight warmth. He felt his cock twitch at the sound of her repressed little whimpers.
Her eyes were clenched shut and her brow was furrowed, focusing on the pleasant sensations Boruto provided. Suddenly he got an idea, and a devious smirk spread across his lips as he lowered his mouth to her center. He slid two fingers into her throbbing core and ran his hot tongue over her clit.
Sarada's dark eyes shot open, shocked by his action and the pleasure it brought her. "What are you doing?!"
"You taste kinda interesting, like... I don't know actually. I can't really pinpoint what it's like."
"Why are you tasting me!?"
"Did you want to taste it?" He asked, as he pulled his fingers out of her and held them up to Sarada in offering.
She looked thoroughly scandalized by the idea alone. "Wh-what?! No! Why the—?"
She cut herself off, watching with wide eyes as Boruto licked her juices off his own fingers. "Hmm, yeah. It's unique... it's... Sarada flavor," he declared like he was clever.
And suddenly she felt compelled to know what 'Sarada flavor' tasted like.
She grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand closer to her lips, and licked up the length of his coated fingers. He was right, it was this unique heady flavor that made her brain kinda fuzzy with the inherent eroticism.
"You should suck on my fingers," Boruto breathed, seemingly hypnotized. Sarada meant to question why, but her body responded first.
She wrapped her lips around his two digits and sucked, running her tongue over the length of them and tasting that same unique 'Sarada flavor'.
She pulled his fingers from her mouth, suddenly breathing a little heavy. Boruto was staring at her like he wanted to devour her. "You should do that to my dick!"
"Wait, what?"
"Ya know, lick it, suck on it, just like that."
"No, I know what you meant... I just... I thought you were going to keep touching me."
"You want me to?" Sarada averted her gaze, but nodded. "With my tongue, too?" Sarada blushed harder and nodded again. "Okay, what if we do it at the same time? Like you can just lay on top of me backwards."
"What?! I can't sit on your face! I'll crush you!"
"Oh my god, Sarada! No, you won't! Let's just try!" He said laying back on the bed. Sarada tentatively crawled over him, her gaze back to staring at his firm cock.
She wrapped her hand around him again as she leaned forward and guiding his length to her mouth. He said slippery is good so she let her wet tongue slid up his length and heard him exhale a shuddering sigh against her nether lips.
She gasped when she felt his tongue slide between her damp folds, her hips jumped from the sensation but his hands were quick to grab her round bottom and pull her down to his hungry lips and continue his assault.
Sarada moaned and mewled as his tongue swirled around her clit and dipped into her aching core. Her hips rocked against his face, desperate for more.
"Hey, don't forget about me!" he called and Sarada realized her hand remained still against his hard cock. She wet her lips and dove in, eager to give him the same pleasure he gave her.
His manhood was much bigger than his fingers, but she managed to take enough of him in her wet mouth. She ran her tongue over his length and she bobbed up and down, mimicking the way he showed her how he liked it before. Her hand helped, sliding up and down the base of his shaft. She moaned around his cock as she felt his tongue flick over her sensitive clit.
Sarada could feel her legs growing tense, her toes curling, as that unfamiliar pressure coiled tightly in her low belly. Each swipe of his tongue had her whimpering louder. His cock slipped out of her mouth and she cried out when that tension seemed to explode into throbbing pleasure that made her head spin.
Suddenly, his ministrations were too much for her oversensitive clit.
"Boruto, Boruto~!" she cried trying to get him to stop, but he must have interpreted that as encouragement, because his efforts seemed to double. The tension in her core grew twice as rapidly and twice as tight, when it snapped Sarada cried out from the overwhelming pleasure that wracked through her body.
She flopped off of him. Her limbs felt kind of tingly and loose. He sat up, blue eyes blinking at her. "Do you just come?!" he asked enthusiastically.
An odd sensation radiated from her core and made her body twitch. "Um, I don't know... I mean, I think so... maybe even twice."
"Twice?!" he grinned. "I must be good at this."
"Shut up," she grumbled.
"Was that the first time you ever... like, had an orgasm?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Cool! That means I'm your first for a lot of things." Much to her chagrin.
"Well I'm your first, too!"
"Yeah, but you keep only giving me half turns," Boruto said with a fake pout, "And if we're keeping score — which I am — then I have two points and you have none."
Dark eyes narrowed at him, the last thing she needed was for this to be framed as a competition. She sat up and fixed him with a glare. "Oh yeah, well I'm going to make you come so many times you won't be able to remember your own name!"
Sarada was hyper-competitive.
"Ooh speaking of my name, when you moaned it that was like super hot. You should do it all the time!" Boruto grinned.
"I'm not going to do it all the time! This is a one time thing remember?!"
"Yeah, yeah whatever." He laid back down on the bed, his dick still hard and yearning for attention. "I'm ready for you to pleasure me!"
"Don't talk to me like I'm some whore!"
"Oh my god, Sarada! Are you going to fuck me into amnesia or are you just some prude who only takes?!"
That dichotomy felt so inaccurate, but the taunt was still enough for Sarada to reposition herself between his spread legs. If she liked his mouth so much, the same was probably true for him, right?
The smug grin on Boruto's face disappeared as she wrapped her hand around his throbbing cock. She knew next to nothing about oral sex before this night began but she took note of everything he had previously mentioned, before kissing his tip a few times, running her tongue over it, and taking it deep into her mouth.
He showed her the way he liked to be touched with her hand and said how he liked the way she sucked on his fingers. She should just try to combine those. She lapped at his firm cock with her wet tongue, swirling around his tip and letting herself drool all over his length. Slippery was best, right?
Her hot mouth worked in tandem with her hand as she tried to take him deeper into her mouth, gagging on his cock. She could hear Boruto's breath grow even more erratic. His lips parted with a sharp inhale as she met his blue gaze. There was something so intimate about making eye contact with someone while fucking them with your mouth.
She let him fall from her lips, but her hand still worked up and down his length. "You like that?" she asked in a breathless whisper.
Boruto nodded dumbly.
"Are you gonna come for me?" Sarada heard herself saying and she could hardly believe where this temptress came from.
Boruto nodded again, a little more vigorous that time.
With a salacious little smirk, she ran the flat of her tongue up his length, watching his body shudder with pleasure before she took him into her mouth again and resuming her arduous pace.
It wasn't long before she felt Boruto tense beneath her.
"Fuck, I'm cu—" he groaned, his brow furrowed.
She jerked him a few times, and let him squirt his release all over his own stomach. He exhaled and relaxed against the bed, a goofy grin on his face.
"That was awesome," he sighed, then opened his eyes to find Sarada staring at her hand coated in a mixture of spit and cum.
"Where should I wipe it?" she asked with a blush.
"Oh!" he chuckled before leaning over and grabbed a couple of tissues from his nightstand. Handing some to her and then wiping the mess from his stomach.
"It looks..." Sarada blinked at his softening manhood. "...smaller."
Boruto's joyful satisfaction immediately shifted to embarrassment as he covered himself. "Keep your commentary about my dick to yourself!" he blushed. "I'll get hard again in a second."
"Sorry," Sarada mumbled and averted her gaze.
"God! You're the one who strolled in here telling me not to make fun of you and you're the one who's making me feel bad!"
"I wasn't trying to make fun of you! I swear! I just... don't want it to be over."
Blue eyes widened. "Really? You don't?"
"Well, we haven't even gotten to the real sex part, so yeah I want to keep going."
A content smile spread across Boruto's lips at her confession. "Yeah, I want to keep going too."
Suddenly, they both startled at the sound of a car pulling into the drive. Their parents were back!
Boruto didn't even have a chance to utter a word before Sarada jumped off the bed, swiped up her robe, and ran in a full sprint back to her own room.
Damnit! They didn't even get to the real sex part!
He glanced over at the clock, surprised to learn they had been fooling around for a few hours.