A/N: Hey! Well... This is certainly awkward after such a big break. I want to say that I haven't forgotten about this work in fact it has been on my mind quite often, but I have had a persistent writer's block over this part in particular. I've been fiddling and editing this part for what must be months now, and I just can't seem to get it to where I want it to be. I keep putting off updating the story to try to rework this, but it's just getting to the point where I feel I need to just get this off my hands to push on with the rest of the story. Anyway, I hope that I can put this out as some kind of reconciliation to the readers of this work for the new year that I feel I've let down this past year.
Sarada:
My eyes dart impatiently over to the aloof knucklehead besides me. The golden haired teme was sprawled out over the couch his legs hanging off the edge with a inelegant posture. However, for once it wasn't that boys poor mannerisms that I had until now tried so desperately to correct through constant lecturing that had me unsteady. No, what bothered me was evasive to my deduction skills yet was persistently gnawing at my mood. It's not that I didn't know the cause of it noting that my eyes answered that quickly enough with another quick glimpse at Boruto's crotch. The problem was I had no idea why it was bothering me so much.
A sudden shift to my left broke my introspection as for a brief instant I saw the surface of Boruto's shorts press and outline a form between his legs. 'Is that?!' My inner self hastily cried out as I felt a sudden jolt of energy. Before I had even realized it that subconscious jump had me hunched over to my side over Boruto's lap my hand clasped to his zipper that was already all the way down. "Sarada what the hell?!" I heard that teme shriek in shock his body trying to jerk away from my hold. "I'm just inspecting your injury, stop resisting!" I barked back more making the excuse to myself than him as I pressed my forearm against his abs pinning him to the couch. With a few swift swipes of the hand, which I only now note had become familiar, I had successfully fished out Boruto's genitals.
The soft inactive mass falls into my hands. His shaft was now a shriveled haphazardly laid out lump resting atop his sack. 'What disgusting tiny worm...' I felt my inner self scowl at his crotch. I forcefully reminded myself this was the way it was supposed to be, but I would be lying if that seed of discontent sowed by my inner self had not bothered me. My assessment found nothing wrong yet it filled me with intense frustration. Only catching myself afterwards, I noted that even the smell was far off what it was the night before. The off-putting fact I had sniffed it providing enough of a wake up call to recompose myself long enough to pull away while fainting a calm demeanor. 'Just what is up with me?' I almost whimpered internally anxious as to why I was feeling and acting the way I was. I tried to bury the uncomfortable vibe I got from Boruto's thing as me just being more familiar with it being swollen, yet somehow in my confusion even I knew that wasn't true.
Trying my best to put the whole thing out of mind I grabbed the remote and changed the channel. "Oi, I was watching that!" Boruto protested as I swapped the channel out. "It's my house so I get to pick what to watch." I answered back in a tone that even I had to admit was needlessly condescending. Teme for his part while flashing a disgruntled face, stayed silent on the matter. Turning forward I realized I had failed to see what was even on the screen entirely focused on the dope next to me. It seemed to be a travel channel showing one live footage of a beach as the clearly paid for promoter was being a little too enthusiastic in his presentation of the small beachside town. It cut to a closer look of the busy beach as I noted the camera hold focus on some particularly beautiful bikini dressed women frolicking around the beach. 'Typical..' I huffed silently watching the camera shamelessly jump from woman to woman when a thought suddenly crossed my head. All of them were older than us and much more developed than me so I caught myself wondering what Boruto thought of them as I inadvertently gazed down at my rather flat chest.
"You shouldn't judge yourself on others like that, we are our own person..." I heard Boruto interrupt my thoughts my heart briefly skipping a beat from the shock of being noticed. Gazing over I see him fixated on the screen his features hardened and stiff with an almost aggressive glare at the screen. Turning my head to look I realized that the cameraman had decided to show some decency and stop his parade of bikini women on screen to show Lord Seventh on the screen.
"Any words you would like to share with us Lord Seventh?!" The guide on the television screen practically begged him for an interview. "No uhm... Our cruise ship was just delayed a bit so we decided to stop by here so my Himawari could enjoy the beach" Lord Seventh answered a little hesitantly rubbing the back of his head. He probably didn't want to say much knowing how commercialized this show was on selling the tour spot, and how anything nice he said would be viewed as using his political position as an endorsement. I glance over at Boruto still fixated on the screen feeling a little embarrassed of myself. 'Here I was feeling inadequate just because some women had bigger breasts than me, while Boruto was probably brooding over how everyone was always comparing everything about him to the Hokage' I felt almost childish with my line of thoughts being consoled by Boruto of all people. My eyes still looking over at him I see his face soften bit to almost a smile. Following his gaze I see that the camera had turned to show Himawari building a sand castle while the Lord's wife was sitting besides her. Just as I opened my mouth Boruto suddenly turned to face me startling me enough to pause.
"Besides, between the two of us you're the more grown up one so relax or I'll start getting nervous" Boruto beams over with a smile as I notice his gaze between my legs. My mind quickly concluding what he meant I reflexively cross my legs as my I feel a blush on my face. I had put on a brave face in the bathroom the other day only to preserve my own pride not wanting to make things awkward, but after last night's compliments and... other things I had started to feel much more conscious under Boruto's gaze. Unlike the previous night where I had chosen to be visible to Boruto in order to show leadership, the idea that Boruto was already familiar enough with my naked body to be able to visually see through my clothes at any time flushed my cheeks.
"T-te-teme!" I growl out trying to force out the word despite my quivering body. 'May as well strip if he can see it anyway~' My inner self utters. I have no idea where such insanity came from, but I feel the intensity of suggestion bubble forth from within me. 'What the hell has been up with this?!' I wondered what caused such a odd shift from the typical subconscious desire to beat Boruto into a pulp to the current odd sensation. "Hahaha" Boruto chuckles placing his hands behind his head and laying down even more rudely on the couch. "B-bastard" I scowl as I find myself crawling over the couch until I am above the laying Uzumaki. "I- I can see t-too!" I struggle only muttering out a sentence that left him to figure out the context. Trying my best to get back at him for the shame I felt I mentioned how I could also easily see him naked after the previous day. "Hmmm? Like I care" Boruto shrugs closing his eyes dismissively. My frustration building at his indifferent tone I felt myself heating up. "We've known each other for how long now? I don't think it really matters.." The slight trail off in his sentence doesn't go unnoticed as I felt him faulter. Meanwhile, I continued to feel this build up within me. 'Burning, hot. Like Fire, I feel ablaze' I try to put to words the sensation as Boruto plays it all off. Annoyed by his demeanor I grab his hands from behind his head and pin them down in the couch. "S-sarada?!" He blabbers clearly startled that dismissive tone finally broken.
Pinning him down, straddled above him, and watching his nervous face below me as I realize myself taking far too much joy in my physical strength over the boy. The previous night's odd tingling chidori like sensation returned, but the hesitation and meekness was gone. It was replaced by this heat and intensity I felt flood over me. "A-alright you got my hands pinned and I can't use gentle-fist, you win!" Boruto sputers out his voice a little shaky as I notice the feirceness of my gaze upon him. It was then that I understood that all the pleasure I had from sparing trying to beat and win over this teme were just the shallow excuses for the way I felt this moment dominant over him. "S-say something at least..." Boruto pleaded, but I had already made up my mind not to. Truthfully, I didn't know what to say; I wasn't sure what line of reasoning was making me feel the way I did. The only thing I comprehended was the fire inside of me as to gazed down unyieldingly with the intensity that I almost felt like I had my sharingan focused on him. I felt myself lower down onto him the tiniest of startled shifts as my body laid down upon his as he felt me upon him. Our chests touching I could feel his heart racing as mine did the same. Lowering down one of my hands I grabbed his shirt the mental limiter on my strength that I always keep in mind to prevent me using superhuman strength outside of combat was gone. 'He said it didn't matter, so why should we have clothes on. It's hot...' I couldn't decipher which voice was mine and which was my inner self any longer as I felt how easily I could tear it off. I wanted to, it was so hot after all it he must be uncomfortable like me. With one effortless yank it tore off like tissue paper. My body felt positively ignited right now my clothes feeling so uncomfortable and stuffy against my skin especially my panties. My face lowered down onto Boruto's as my warm breath bounced off his face back onto mine knowing my lips were close enough he could probably feel their heat hovering just out of reach of his own.
Just as I was prepared to act a loud doorbell breaks the spell I was under. Like a pair of rats caught in the light we spring to opposite ends of the couch seemingly on instinct as I take a few seconds to compose and orient myself as to what just happened before realizing I needed to open the door! Walking over towards the door fiddling with my attire that still felt awkward after being self conscious about it, I made my way to the door. Opening it up a familiar dark skinned complexion greets my eyes as I feel a sense of relief upon seeing my best friend at my doorstep. "Chocho!" I gleefully greet her a bit over enthusiastic as she noticed a bit surprised. "I-" Beginning my sentence only to quickly glare over my shoulder at the teme still seated on the couch.
"No need to say anything I didn't feel like hearing you two gossip anyway." Boruto throws up his arm and leaving to the backyard.
ChoCho:
It was really a trip to see Sarada so happy to see me. Usually she's a bit stiff on the overt physical embrace, but I didn't diss the idea of a hug from my favorite galpal. My head popping over her shoulder I caught a glimpse of Boruto walking out the back screen door. 'Holy shit he is sculpt!' I noticed as I felt the temperature jump up a few degrees until cooler thoughts took hold. I had to admit Boruto would be the perfect boytoy in terms of looks, popularity, and status. Luckily I knew he was nothing but trouble with that one track mind of his or I might've made the mistake that the dope could have a normal relationship.
Nothing gained from the sightseeing I feel my homegirl feeling a bit... damp? "Sarada are you sweaty?" I point out not pulling back any of the truth. Springing back she tossed up her hands. "S-sorry I didn't mean to, I hope you can forgive me!" She tossed out an apology which I graciously accepted. "It's fine, buh why are you so heated?" I wondered why Sarada of all people would be so flushed. "W-well I... there..." Putting on just about the saddest goofiest looking smile I've ever seen on her face I almost gawk as Sarada of all people dances around a question, but I managed to pokerface it. A girl that sure fire tip toeing your question is enough to make a gal wonder. 'Wait... wasn't Boruto shirtless just now?!' I just thought right then turning to see just how odd Sarada seemed in her clothes. "Did I interrupt something?" I joke on the surface still not fully even believing my own guess at whats going on.
It stayed quiet after that question. Too quiet. I stare down a Sarada that looks as frozen as a deer under headlights. "You're kidding me, you actually-" So shocked I was near to bursting I tried to make sure only to have this crazy girl cover my mouth raising a finger to her mouth to shush me. A bit peeved I let my bad mood show on my face. Getting the dirty vibes I was sending she backed off apologizing again. "Sorry, but can we be a bit quiet about this. You're the only person I can think of to talk about this." Sarada told me turning to look behind her just as timid as a mouse for the first time I ever seen since that time she unwittingly called me fat.
Trusting my homegirl I take a seat at her kitchen table accepting the green tea she always serves as hospitality. "So tell me Sarada what is up?" I press the question. "W-well... I guess... something?" Sarada's eyes dart one side to another. "Are you for real here?" I shoot her a small scowl as I wonder how a girl who always seems to have a encyclopedia on her tongue can't string together even four words. That finally seems to set her straight as her face hardens back to the Sarada I know.
Seeing her face all serious and stuff makes me nearly giggle as I try to lighten up. 'You're her senpai when it comes to boys so you need to guide her ChoCho' I nod internally accepting the job ahead of me. "It's about Boruto." She mentions at last. "He- Well I guess more me... Erhmm, what I'm trying to say is I've had odd feelings about Boruto all day today.." Sarada manages to cough up. 'Oh my God! This is actually happening!~' I could hardly hold back the thought of how juicy the gossip is going to be. The 'disaster couple' everyone would tease them after they broke everything around them in silly sparring matches might actually be a thing. "I know what the cause is, but I don't know why... There is just no way I can make any sense of it so I am going to just come out and say it." My homegirl mustered the courage inside her for the final push.
'Finally... all those missed opportunities for us to get along and chat about important stuff after years of her shrugging it off. And I will be right there to mentor her!' It was then I knew it would be my duty to mentor my galpal like a real senpai. "Boruto's cock, it's not hard and it's bothering me for some reason." Sarada almost seems to plead to me like a lost puppy. Slowly I rose up from the table. "So Sarada it was like that all along... You have surpassed me sailing far ahead. I see that now... Sorry I'll let myself out." I gracefully accepted the defeat as I turned to the exit. "No, ChoCho you can't leave now, you have to help me." Sara-chan grabbed my arm trying to wrangle a hold of me. "Noooooo I just talk big I can't handle this it's way too adult!" I shriek out admittingly freaking a bit.
"Adult?..." Sarada tilted her head giving me the most confused gaze I ever seen on the four eyes. 'wait...' My mind raced putting the pieces of thought my homegirl had blown all over my mind when she dropped that bomb. "Sarada... you do know what a hard... you know means right?" I asked a simple question to the gal expecting her to answer in a jif like she would anything else. 'Total bookworm sometimes' I muttered to myself.
"I, uh... It's swollen cause I hit it right?" She asks back making my jaw drop. 'Th-there's no way right? She must've read every book in the library; you can't seriously be telling me she doesn't know?!' No, that was some novella drama that could never happen for real I shook my head brushing off. "D-didn't you get the talk yet from your mom?" I asked; the pure crazy of it all was starting to be too much. "Ah, yeah my mom keeps going on and on about how a girl should be and trying to have some kind of 'talk', but I try my best to make her understand I am trying to become the Hokage and can't afford distractions like that." Sarada straightfaces. 'Oh... oh my god...' For a solid minute I rested my forehead on my palm not believing my homegirl could even be serious right now.
'Wait a minute...' A blazing thought surfaced. 'Is Boruto taking advantage of Sarada here?!' My fist crackled to life with righteous fury as I fixed my sight on the back sliding door. It was up to me to defend my gal friend's honor, and it meant frying a certain shrimp up. Picking up on my bad vibes Sarada grabs me by the shoulder. "Look, I know Boruto hasn't been entirely honest about everything. But he hasn't made me do anything, everything has been my own decision. Just my own way of dealing with this predicament. I think we've both worried over it, what exactly it is; whether or not to even acknowledge 'it'..." For the first time since I walked to the door I felt I was talking to the real Sarada. She was still true to herself, but seemed confused and unsure about a lot. Was pretty weird considering how executioner level decisive she usually was about things I noted with a solemn smile. "I guess the only question that really matters is how are you feeling right here?" Raising my fist up to my homegirl I nudged it square on her chest. Sarada's face angled down as if taking a moment to think on it.
"M-my heart has been beating weirdly in my chest since last night." My galpal formed just the cutest looking blush across her face it made my heart almost skip a beat. 'Oh my god that's so precious!' If I had been the softer type I may have squealed at how adorable the 'scariest girl of our generation' looked right then. "Alright, lets start with last night then." I took a seat offering the one across the table to Sarada. My homegirl seemed to pause a bit to collect herself before taking her seat. "C'mon out with it, you've been teasing me since I got here!" I urged her on. "Well last night Boruto mentioned how we were a bit behind other people our age and suggested we kiss... For practice! J-just to catch up." My homegirl finally let some of the juicy details slip and clearly tried to cover it up under some excuse that could only have made sense in the moment, but I'd let it go for now. "So how was it? Your first kiss?" I could feel the mug on my face and didn't care.
"Oh, uh... actually that wasn't my first kiss." Sarada tried to weasel out of that bombshell. "You've been holding out on me?!" I slammed the table my forehead vein popping in fury. "N-no it was just an accident when me and Boruto were younger; it didn't mean anything. Not that last night meant anything either it was just practice!" The blatant lies this gal was spitting made me scowl, but I would put it aside for now. "So... how did the practice go?" I beamed excited at the prospect of girl talk with Sarada.
"It was... nice. I didn't think we were doing it wrong as I had seen other people do it before and read about it. Th-then I started to use some tongue. It was amazing, so I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him into it." Sarada explained. "Ah... that's a bit uhm... animalistic." I commented with a wry smile. 'I prefer the cleaner ones in the movies' I thought to myself as Sarada's head hunched down onto the table a "animalistic..." whimpered from her lips. "Sorry about that, but more importantly, how did it feel?" I held my homegirls hand staring directly at her as I asked her.
"It felt good. I wanted more, so I took more." A blush burned across my galpal's face in such a cute way. "OMG!~ It's really happening!~" I squealed out not being able to contain myself. Knowing Sarada she probably still doesn't really get what this all means, and probably wouldn't accepted it even if I told her she was in love. "Okay Sarada, now close your eyes and picture what you want to do next." I told Sara-chan closing my eyes as well. If it was her own thought process. I was sure she would accept it. 'Maybe she'll think of a walk in the park, a movie trip? Perhaps a theme park visit?' I wondered gleefully before opening my eyes. Opening them I Sarada with her eyes closed tracing the outline of something and running her hands against it.
'W-wow' I muttered to myself as I was utterly dumbfounded by the size of the hung beast Sarada seemed to be implying. 'Wait a minute...'"Gurl what on Earth are you doing?!" I roared out while raised my arms as if clutching the air as Sarada shared more info than I ever needed to know. "Ah sorry did I do it wrong?" My homegirl swung open her eyes in fright not understanding how outrageous she just was. Guess it was my fault for thinking the disaster couple could have a remotely normal idea of what to do. "N-no I suppose for you it's the best I could've hoped for." I sighed. 'Though you really are being a bit thirsty' I thought to myself.
"Now look Sarada! As a woman it is your duty to take what you want, and make what you wished for happen!" I pointed to my galpal. "Not sure I really agree with that, but I'll try to take your advise." Sara-chan scratched the side of head probably. "Well I've given you about as much help as I really can Ima go now." I told my homegirl I was peacing out. "Y-you're leaving so soon?!" Sarada chirped out in a fright as I got up.
"You really want me around to see what you do next?" I straightface making it clear I didn't want to even see it either. After a long silence Sara-chan responded "Thank you for your help" as it fully dawned on her what I meant. Seeing me out the door in that overly polite at times way I made my way out the door. "Ah! Sarada you did tell Inojin he couldn't come over this week right?!" One last piece of drama fully realized in my head. "Huh? Why? He can still come over." My galpal shot back closing the door.
'...Sarada... You absolute idiot!' The insult stormed up in my head. "Should I just go and break the news to Inojin myself?" I wondered walking away from the door. A sudden memory of Inojin calling me fat the other day popped into my head. "He can figure it out himself." The words dripped venomously out of my mouth.
A/N: Well as you could probably tell ChoCho's dialogue was something that drove me somewhat insane. I'm just not really good at getting the feel of characters with these kind of speech patterns, but I felt the need to give an outside perspective to help the characters along. I struggled to think of anyone else that would really fit.