A/N Thanks as always to my wonderful reviewers! Serial reviewers have eternal love – you know who you are! I am sorry this chapter is late, and thank you very much to the great, the epic, the wonderful Beta WitchesRayne!
Chapter Eight
Week 4
Day One - Tuesday
"Just try and copy the actions in the book." He told her, squeezing her shoulder in an effort to calm her.
"But it only shows what they are doing, and doesn't really show how they do it. You have to give me some kind of instruction, sensei." As she'd been telling him for several minutes, it was one thing to act on instinct and another entirely to touch him while knowing that he was judging her on it, and that she was pathetic enough to need a 'study aid' beside her.
She highly doubted that she'd like being told that she was doing it wrong, she was bad in bed, and she'd never be a good kunoichi. Although he probably wouldn't phrase it like that. She wasn't going to turn into a goddess over a few measly weeks.
Kakashi frowned. "Firstly, I thought that you weren't going to call me sensei when I am naked, and secondly you won't learn without practice. Just do for now, and I will tell you what works and what doesn't."
"Can you at least tell me what to improve on first? It's not like we haven't done this before!"
"Sakura, I wasn't marking you on it before. Now let me walk you through it and we'll see how it goes. Most of this is just practice anyway."
Sakura frowned but nodded, and turned her head to better see the book that lay on the bed beside her. The first images were just what she remembered doing from before.
She reached out and touched his silky skin unsurely, having lost the ease with which she had performed the act when not under pressure. She flushed, a red that was complimented by that of her partner's sheets.
She wondered if he'd bought new bedding in the way that she had her underwear, and supressed a giggle at the thought of her sensei with a duvet cover patterned with cartoon ninjas.
She felt more confident now, with the situation alleviated by humour, and shifted closer to him as she began to move her hand, twisting it very lightly over the tip. She relaxed further as he nodded his approval and pushed himself against her grip. She built up a rhythm, lulling them both into it before flicking her gaze away from the hypnotizing motion to look at the images supposedly instructing her.
The first two just illustrated the movement that she had been doing already, and the third one showed the thumb sweeping over the tip. He let out a grunt and Sakura grinned, considering it a success. She repeated the action a couple more times before turning her attention back to the pictures.
They showed variations in hand movement, but she couldn't work out much else, other than one picture near the end that showed a hand touching the testicles.
With a frown, Sakura turned her attention back to the man next to her and reached out a hand to do just that.
"Shit!" Sakura jumped as her sensei cursed and pulled out of her grasp quicker than she would have thought possible. "Don't do that!" He moaned.
"I was just following the book!" Sakura whimpered. "If you'd told me what to do then this wouldn't have happened!"
"The book, if I am correct, showed you to touch not clamp!"
"Sorry."
Day Two - Wednesday
Sakura rolled her eyes and fought the urge to yawn as she listened to Kakashi's not-quite-the-same-but-similar version of the talk that Iruka gave on the henge jutsu at the academy, as if she had forgotten.
And not only that, but he'd told her to get there early to do so. It was barely daytime and he was pressing on the importance of a technique that she had learned and understood as a child.
When he broke for breath, she asked him; "Sensei, why did you tell me to come so early?"
"Because we are doing something else later. Now, give me a henge, preferable a subtle one."
A couple of seconds and some concise hand symbols later, and she was gone, replaced by an average height brunette with plain features who a couple of pounds overweight.
Kakashi nodded. "Good. Now, how long can you hold it for? Can you do it in your sleep?"
"A while." Sakura frowned. "And no one can hold a henge in their sleep, sensei."
"Don't say no one unless you have checked with every ninja in the world." Kakashi told her. "Myself and Gai can hold henges for over two weeks including sleep."
Sakura sighed. "This was one of your challenges, wasn't it sensei?"
"Yes."
"Who won?"
"I did. A slight difference in technique can allow it to hold for longer and I copied it off of a master. Gai obviously doesn't have this advantage, before you grasp onto that."
"And he lasts over two weeks?"
"I think it's three now, but yes."
"How long can you last for?"
"Indefinitely."
Sakura frowned. "What is the difference in technique that you mentioned? Can you teach it to me?"
"Yes, but not now. You shall keep up your henge for the duration of our journey until we make camp. Once stopped for the night you may keep it down until we leave the next morning."
"Where are we going."
Kakashi smiled at her. "We are going to observe some more practical, field based activities, and I thought that you may prefer to do so somewhere other than here, and while in disguise. And before you ask, we're going to a strip club."
Sakura frowned, and he continued. "You may well find yourself working in one as a cover at some point. You should also observe the way that they work; after all, they are there to seduce."
"How could I work in a strip club?" Sakura shrieked. "I don't know how to dance!"
"Which is why you shall be taking lessons, starting the week after next."
"Anything else I don't know about?"
"It was on your syllabus." Kakashi sighed. "Go home and pack so that we can leave. You have an hour, and remember to dress as a civilian."
He smirked as she left, leaving a trail of muttered words in her wake.
Day Three – Thursday
They'd arrived in the city much earlier than expected, and trawled through the area, unhindered by their backpacks as Kakashi had sealed them into a scroll that was hidden in one of the pockets of his loose civilian jeans.
It was weird to see him in anything other than ninja garb, but Sakura had had the last day to get used to it, and to her henge. True to her word, she'd kept her henge up until they made camp, and had a slightly different one up at current; today she was around her natural height, and a mousy blonde. All she'd done to her figure was make her bum slightly smaller under the blue jean shorts, and her stomach slightly rounder under its tight red top.
The club was much louder than Sakura had expected, particularly inside, and this helped her to calm down some. A heavy, thudding, floor shaking beat would hardly be used to detract attention after all.
The openness made the club seem like a good thing.
Sakura had seen the flashing neon sign from a while away, although she had not known what it said. It beckoned to her in a way that sparked excitement, the enthusiastic crowds and the sounds of the music dampening the effects that the smell of smoke and alcohol would ordinarily elicit.
A smile lit her features as she stared around hungrily; wanting to know what all of the fuss was about. The buzz around her made it seem as though the journey was worth it.
Not that she'd minded camping with her sensei.
She stood close to him, even away from the street her excitement was one that she knew would leave her the moment that he companion did. They found a table, closer to the centre of the room than Sakura would have liked.
"Would you like a drink?" He asked her softly, and seemed to understand when she shook her head, for he didn't go and get himself one either. The shadows hiding under the dim lights made her afraid. Like there was something there that she shouldn't go near.
"Why's it so dark in here?" Sakura asked softly.
Her sensei smiled, and reached to squeeze her hand reassuringly. "You'll see the effects in a minute, but it also helps the customers to feel more comfortable. Sometimes the people who visit these places don't want to be seen here, and they are more at ease in the near darkness."
She frowned. "But look at some of the groups!"
"The darkness allows their excitement to build… and of course, some of them just like being silly."
She snorted. "Like Naruto."
"Yes, if Naruto were here then I should imagine that he would be among them."
She carried on glancing around until the group on the whole appeared to be staring at the stage, and then she turned to stare with them, basking in the atmosphere.
A shiver of unknown coursed through her as the lights around her dimmed and another came on, lighting the stage and its contents, currently only a chair that was soon occupied by a busty woman with straight raven coloured hair.
Probably a wig, Sakura thought, glaring at the locks. They didn't look very real, but neither did her breasts. They were large enough to make her feel very insecure, however time spent at bath houses and such had shown her that it wasn't natural to be quite that solid. She was a civilian, clearly, as a ninja would only resort to a henge.
If she could hold one up that was. The woman dancing appeared to be enjoying herself a great deal. That or she was a very good actress.
A very very good actress, because by the time that they left, Sakura was more aroused than she could ever remember being, and from watching a woman no less! She was starting to see why Hinata didn't find her training with Kurenai all that terrible.
The entire walk out of the city to a clearing where they could pitch a tent, Sakura reran the evening's events in her mind, watching as the women seduced and found that while she was in awe of them, she had no clue as to how to replicate it.
"Sensei?"
"Yes, Sakura?"
"How am I going to learn to behave like them?"
"You'll do it naturally, don't worry. Practice and experience will be your guide."
"But-" She flushed.
"But what?" He asked, amused.
"I-" She fidgeted, rubbing her thighs together as they pitched the tent. "How do they stay… focused?"
"Ah." Understanding dawned on his features, followed by a wickedly innocent expression. "Need a hand?"
Wanting to hide her face with embarrassment, she supressed the urge and lifted her chin to meet his gaze fully with her own. "If you don't mind."
"Not at all."
Day Four – Friday
"So," Kakashi yawned as he hefted his pack onto his back. "What did you learn yesterday?"
"Loads!" Sakura grinned and Kakashi couldn't help but grin with her.
"Good. You seem to be progressing well at any rate."
"Really?" Sakura asked hopefully.
"Yeah. You can actually see the skill in this now. A week ago you would have blushed and refused to enter the establishment."
Sakura frowned and accepted his point with a hint of pride. It was true, she was starting to see that there was a kind of art involved, as she once had when she had struggled with taijutsu at school. Everything had to be done just so, and once achieved it was beautiful. Those women could have asked anything and Sakura felt certain that there was at least a seventy per cent chance that they would get what they wanted. She'd seen, again and again the men say that it was 'the last dance' that they would get for the night, only to give in when the next woman approached him, licking her lips and batting her eyelids.
There were a variety of builds and hair colours, and yet they were all equally alluring, something that reassured her somewhat. It was all in the actions.
"I think you may be right." She murmured thoughtfully. She also wouldn't have started anything the night before, and yet here she was, accepting his advances happily. She wondered how much longer it would be until they had sex again. He'd said that it would be near the end of the list. They were nearing the end of the safe list already, with only a couple of lessons, including oral, remaining.
So sometime within the next few days, right?
As if reading her thoughts, her sensei broke in. "You'll be coming to mine rather than going straight home when we return, unless you are busy. Is that alright?"
Sakura nodded enthusiastically, and the night's camp was followed by dreams of her expectations of the day ahead.
Day Five – Saturday
"Lie back," He commanded softly, admiring the view as she did so. Her silky skin, leading up to her small pink nipples, past her collarbone and throat to the jaw that was obviously clenched at his position between her legs, all bathed in the soft light that was fighting it's way in through his curtains. "You need to get used to not having control. Only then can you control the situation properly rather than behaving like a frightened rabbit." He grinned.
"I am not frightened." Sakura snapped. "Slightly tense does not make me scared. Maybe it's anticipation?"
Kakashi knew the difference, but backed down, knowing the lack of sense that would be arguing with her in conditions such as this.
Especially since this was something that he had been looking forward to.
He slowly, ever so slowly leant forwards, inhaling deeply as his stubble rubbed teasingly against her inner thigh. She could feel his breath on her, hear it as he loudly took in and released her scent, his eyes closing. He was so close, she could feel it, so close and yet not quite touching.
Unable to help herself, she shifted slightly, irritated when a smirk wove over his features and he failed to come into contact with her intimately. Realisation washed over her as she remembered an often used line in the books that she had read.
"Please…" She whimpered, and slowly shifted her hips again. "Please, Kashi."
A snort met her nickname, along with his eye snapping open, but he flicked his tongue out anyway, giving her what she had so nicely asked for. He tasted her slowly, exploring thoroughly and repeating actions again and again to help her learn her body at the same time as he did. He laved every part of her with the flat of his tongue before trailing the tip in intricate patterns that made her moan. Finally, finally he placed his fingers inside of her as he sucked softly on her, sending her over the edge and he smiled as he watched her come back to herself.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them onto their sides, stroking her hair away from her face as she looked at him in confusion.
"Am I going to try that now sensei?"
"No." He replied softly. "You can have time to get used to the idea before you try to replicate it, as you have with everything else."
"But what if I want to?" She asked, averting her gaze and shifting slightly against the bulge that she could feel in his trousers.
"If you want to then it is another matter entirely, but you don't have to. I can't stress that point enough. We will go at your pace."
"I want to." She said firmly, and was met with a wide, eye-crinkling smile.
"Good. That makes me happy; it means that you are progressing well. This is my first time with a student Sakura," He reminded her. "And I'm pleased that I haven't scared you off."
It was with more than a hint of pride that Sakura scooted her body down the bed and reached for his zipper, pulling it down surely. She didn't feel shy about this part any more, only slightly uncertain, once she had removed the barrier of clothing, as to how to tackle the task with her mouth.
It wasn't something that she had thought extensively about doing, and she didn't know the right thing to do. For now, she decided, she would simply explore. He'd correct her if she was wrong.
Shaking her hair over her shoulder, she wasn't too surprised when her sensei reached back to gently pull it out of her way. She'd seen that in the books, and only in a humorous one had the woman yelled at her partner for tugging on it. Kakashi wouldn't, anyway.
She started by stroking, touching in the way that she had learned was his preference and waited until his eyes were closed and features lax before carefully sliding out her tongue to lap at the precum that she had brought forth from him. She rubbed her tongue against the roof of her mouth, carefully evaluating and getting used to the taste. It wasn't bad… just foreign to her. She just needed to get used to it.
And she did, licking and suckling carefully on the head before trailing tiny kisses down from tip to base until finally she found the courage to bring it into her mouth. She just moved her head back and forwards a little while, unsure, and relaxed when Kakashi showed no signs that she was doing it wrong.
Nothing to indicate that she was doing it particularly right, either though.
Keeping her eyes on him, Sakura flattened her tongue against the tip, changing the angle slightly to accommodate him and sucked, feeling slightly aroused by the way that he was rubbing against her mouth. She sucked harder, stopping when she felt his stiffen and let out a hiss of breath.
After all, she wasn't sure yet what was pleasure and what was his tolerating her rough ineptness. She licked her way down to the base and, very gently after a certain lesson, pulled his sac into her mouth to suck softly while she stroked his penis slowly with her fingertips.
She pulled firmer as she returned her mouth to the head, twisting her hands in opposite directions and flicking her tongue over and again.
"Stop." He demanded softly. "Sakura, you might wanna stop now."
She released him with a confused pop. "Why?"
"Because I don't think you're ready for that."
"For what?" She asked, only to find her question answered as her groaning sensei stiffened, and came over her still moving hands. "Oh."
Curiosity reigning, she leant forwards once more and licked up the evidence, feeling a hint of pride at the shuddered intake of breath above her.
"All clean." She sang, trying to battle down the part of her that wanted to run for the hills after her blatant display. "How did I do?"
"Brilliantly." He gasped quietly, his breathing not yet evened. He creased his eye at her in his smile and released her hair in favour of ruffling it. "I see those books have been proving useful."
"Useful they may be, but they're still porn sensei."
"You can't tell the others that. They'd want to know how you know."
"I could have just picked it up from Naruto's rants."
"You don't listen to Naruto's rants."
"He doesn't know that."
"I shall have to tell him."
"About how this conversation came about?"
He laughed. "Not likely, which is why you aren't going to say anything either."
Unfortunately, the man did have a point.
Sakura put on her threatening face and cracked her knuckles. "If I ever see you reading this in front of Genin again, I swear I will-"
"Do nothing." He responded. "Or hit me, which is a very poor show of teamwork."
"It will be teamwork if Tsunade finds out and decides to help me."
"You are much too pedantic, and this menial conversation is nowhere near enough to occupy me. Try again later."
"What a way of saying that you've run out of arguments, sensei."
She was answered by Kakashi rolling onto his side and giving a fake little snore.
It wasn't too long until he dropped off for real, and Sakura snuck out of his window to go home, where she slept almost through the whole of Sunday.
Day 7 – Monday
Sakura woke early and rested, having caught up well with sleep the night before and jolted out of bed near immediately. She had done nothing for a whole week it seemed, nothing other than training with Kakashi.
And, she noticed wryly, she had the build-up of dust and washing to prove it.
She also had to go shopping again because she'd left the bread out to go stale and the milk was out of date. When had she developed such an incapacity to look after herself? She rushed through the chores, finally remembering to put away the laundry from days before and sat down in front of her wooden drawers with the pile, meticulously folding and putting away.
When she came across her 'ninja princess' girl shorts she realised that she'd been putting on the new stuff out of habit. She'd worn lacy stuff yesterday without even needing to.
Well, at least she wouldn't find herself in a situation of embarrassment.
She spent hours after that cleaning, stopping only when the rumbling of her stomach made it a necessity and wandered outdoors to head into town. She made quick work out it, adding all of the usual items to her basket without lingering, and paused in front of toiletries to pick up shampoo and other such items. Her eyes fell on a shelf of female products and a flush rose over her as she chucked a box of tampons into her shopping.
That could be embarrassing. The only reason it hadn't been before was because he had agreed that they wouldn't do anything anyway. Now, she might have to actually tell him. After all, it wasn't as if he were psychic.
Although, he was her team leader and it was on her file. So maybe he knew?
Forcing down the awkwardness, Sakura picked up her usual toothpaste and threw the thought from her mind. It wasn't as if she had to worry quite yet anyway.
By the time that she had put everything away and had something to eat, she found that it was time for her to go out again, and found herself rushing to Ino's on a full stomach after a while of not eating, and had a small stitch by the time that she knocked on the Yamanaka's door.
"Out of shape, forehead?" Ino asked cheerily. "or has he not been exercising you enough?" She winked.
"I've just eaten, pig!"
"Careful on the food, or your stomach will be as big as your forehead."
"Shut up, Ino."
They rushed their way over to the academy, relieved that they weren't the last ones there and took their places beside Kakashi and Asuma.
"Running late?" The smoking ninja asked the blonde who snorted.
"No, but Sakura was."
Sakura just shrugged and greeted Hinata. Thankfully the remaining girl arrived before Ino could truly lay into her.
"Good to see you all again!" Iruka began. "You have now finished your first month here, and are all making excellent progress. Well done!"
A smattering of grins and giggles flittered through the room and Iruka waited a moment smiling. "As you should have been told, you will be starting dancing lessons during the next week, and the rota is up here," He tapped it lightly. "In a moment you will sign your name into three slots that suit your routine and inform your sensei of the timetable. This is one of the very few things that you will do as a class, as the majority of you training depends solely on your sensei. Please find a schedule that suits you rather than one that matches your friends, particularly if you are busy as we do not wish you to fall behind. Off you go."
A large scrape of chairs replied as the girls bundled forwards to get first pick of the timeslots, Ino elbowing hers and Sakura's way through the jumble to sign their names, together, in the places that seemed to suit them both. Unfortunately, only one was with Hinata, and they had none with Tenten at all.
It did look like the best option though, and they made notes of their days and times and returned to their seats, handing copies over to Asuma and Kakashi, who nodded. The dark haired ninja stubbed out his cigarette with a grin and turned to his friend.
"Looks like we have some set drinking times."
"Will Kurenai be happy to hear that?"
"A pint won't hurt anyone."
"No, but I will." Kurenai put in, and Asuma turned to find her stood behind him.
"Joking, dear."
"Right."
"So," Sakura began brightly. "How're you Hinata?"
"I'm good," Hinata blushed. "I haven't been doing much other than training. How about you?"
"Similar." She pursed her lips. "Only I spent yesterday doing all the washing that I'd forgotten about last week! Do you know anything about dancing?"
"N-no!" Hinata stuttered.
"I don't mean stripping, I just thought that it might be an advantage to know some sort of dance already."
"Oh! Yes, we all learn formal dancing at an early age in the clan. But surely everyone knows some sort of dancing?"
Ino snorted. "Like forehead does. Don't you remember when we did dancing in the academy? Four years and she couldn't remember to put left before right and not fall over."
"Alright everyone!" Iruka's voice leapt over the noise as only a teacher does, and turned the conversation back to its usual structure.
A/N – So, I'm not too sure about this chapter, but the next one should be where things start getting really interesting! I was thinking of putting a certain little lemon scene at the end of this, but it'll be in the next chapter instead so things don't progress too quickly. Thank you for reading,
Kashi-Cookie-Monster
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