I decided to add some themes of American Beauty, since it would be silly to follow the Lolita plot exactly.

This chapter is the beginning of steamy times.

The next day, Tsunade fulfilled her promise to drive him with her to the lake, bringing a moody Sakura along.

Kakashi was surprised to see the girl once he entered the car, wishing that Tsunade had told him earlier that she would be there. He definitely would've been more eager in his willingness to go.

Tsuande had put the cooler and their bags in the passenger seat, leaving Kakashi to sit next to Sakura in the back. She kept her eyes averted to the window, her rosy lips set into a stern pout. Although she had spent so much time out in the sun this summer, her skin remained pale, making her look even more like a delicate porcelain doll.

The ride was to last forty minutes, which he spent glancing back and forth to her small figure.

Tsunade's attention was entirely on the road, humming along to the radio to lift her mood. When they had approximately made the halfway mark, Sakura turned her gaze to him, and when he glanced over, he immediately took notice of the burning passion behind her green eyes.

Her lips curved into an impish smirk, twirling a lock of hair around a thin finger. It had grown almost to her waist, and he considered telling her that she should consider cutting it to her shoulders. It would frame her face better, and he knew her youth would shine through even more.

He noticed that her seatbelt hadn't been strapped on, and she seemed to notice the concern on his face.

"Could you help me with my seatbelt?" she asked quietly, eyes half-lidded. He gulped, reaching over and ignoring his trembling hands.

As he reached around her body to fasten the seatbelt, his fingers brushed her breasts lightly, which had barely blossomed.

He vaguely wondered if she had started puberty yet.

Once he was finished, her way of thanking him was trailing her fingers across his lower thigh, making him stiffen in more ways than one.

With her other hand, she pulled out the gum she had been chewing, silently gesturing him to open his mouth. He obliged, and she placed it on his tounge, the gum still warm from her hot mouth.

She smiled. "You're welcome."

The lake was somewhat disappointing in size, but the only scenery Kakashi needed was Sakura skipping around in her swimsuit. Tsunade strutted around, clearly trying to showcase her voluptuous body to him, but she barely caught his attention. He only had eyes for the joy across the young girl's cheeks, and as Tsunade approached the water, Sakura went over to him reclining on his towel.

"You still have your shirt on," she commented lightly, twirling around.

"I'll wait until it becomes hotter outside," he replied with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you like my swimsuit?" she asked with a faux-innocence. "Mom wouldn't let me wear a bikini."

"What a shame," he chuckled. "Maybe I'll have to buy you one."

She moved her legs up and down, her lithe muscles flexing with every movement. In response, Kakashi lifted his shirt off, left only in his swim trunks. She grinned.

"I'm going to play in the water now. Don't get burned."

He nodded, watching her retreating figure.

For the rest of the day, she alternated between splashing around and diving into the water, only stopping once to eat one of the sandwiches Tsunade had made ahead of time.

A week later, Sakura wandered into his room late at night, wearing a nightdress that dipped low in between her young breasts.

"I leave for summer camp in a week," she said quietly, sliding over the side of his desk and onto his lap facing away from him. She placed his hands on the tops of her partially exposed thighs, covering them with her own tiny hands so that he wouldn't move.

She seemed to enjoy the soft jazz in the background, and she began shifting around in his lap along to the beat. It started out slow, though the tempo soon quickened. Her hands lifted into the air, conducting along.

His hands stayed in place.

His body had already begun to react the second she came into the room, and he wondered if she knew the effect she was having on his body. His pants were too thick of a fabric to feel the outline of her panties, but her nightdress was so short that he knew it was the only fabric over him. Her warmth he felt only spurred on his feelings. Did she know what men liked? How would she know?

Even though thoughts of her and boys her age crossed his mind, he still felt himself react, and by the end of the song he had reached a finish. She must have felt the wetness, yet she still didn't say a word.

She stood up a few seconds later, turning around.

"I'm going to sleep now," she declared.

And just as he thought he was in the clear, she gave him a saucy wink before turning around and leaving.

One morning at the breakfast table, Sakura had her legs propped up on the table, angled in such a way that she flashed her light pink panties to Kakashi every time she shifted around.

Tsunade remained oblivious, eyes mostly closed as she sighed into her coffee. This way, she did not see Kakashi staring intently at Sakura the whole time, barely touching his food.

Sakura, on the other hand, shoveled her scrambled eggs into her mouth, every once in awhile taking a generous bite of her jam-smothered toast. The jam had smeared all over her lips, which she made sure to lick off slowly.

"I started being interested in men," she said suddenly, making Kakashi's eyes widen and Tsunade barely showing a reaction.

"I think you mean boys your age," Tsunade corrected, completely oblivious.

Sakura ignored her mother. "Would Daddy mind if I started dating a classmate?"

Tsunade also seemed not to notice that she had referred to him as her father, or maybe she secretly enjoyed her insinuating that her and Kakashi would end up married.

"Young boys are nothing but trouble," Kakashi grumbled. "You're better off staying away from them."

"It would be easy for me," she grinned. "I've had a lot of them ask me out."

"I agree with Kakashi," Tsunade added.

Sakura hummed. "I'll take your advice. Maybe."

Kakashi frowned.

Hours later, Kakashi made his way into the backyard, hoping to get some inspiration for his writing by bathing in the sunlight. Recently, most of his free time was devoted to writing in his diary about his little Nymph, a torrid secret of his that he kept in a locked drawer in his desk.

Sakura was already lying on the lawn, clad in nothing but a pink polka dot bikini. She pretended not to notice him for the first few minutes, though when she turned his way, she dropped her book to give him her full attention.

"I see your mom finally got you that bikini," he commented, his throat suddenly very dry.

"I bought it myself with my allowance," she smiled. "She doesn't know."

"It looks good on you," he stammered out.

"Mom's working late today so she won't see," she explained. "So keep it our little secret."

Kakashi gulped.

"Whatever you say."