Let Me Show You
The Uchiha residence is buzzing with the energy of just-graduated high school seniors, all celebrating Sasuke's 18th birthday in complete unsupervised bliss. The scent of pizza and alcohol lingers in the air, mingling with the sounds of Naruto's unmistakable laughter, Sasuke and Shikamaru's bass-heavy playlists, and chatter. Sakura is in the midst of it all, her bright pink hair responding to the neon Christmas lights illuminating the basement. She's supposed to be chatting with Ino and Hinata, getting all the details on their upcoming college orientation. She's supposed to be excited that they're playing truth-or-dare. Instead, her emerald eyes can't seem to stop staring at Sasuke.
Sakura's gaze falls upon the newly 18-year-old Sasuke Uchiha and her heart skips a beat, just as it has for years. His lean, muscular figure is a testament to his dedication and discipline, a tantalizing sight that makes her pulse quicken.
Sasuke's broad shoulders stand with an air of quiet confidence, even as he is crowded amongst half of their graduated senior class. His defined biceps subtly hide beneath his cotton tee. Each sinewy muscle dances beneath his tanned flesh, a sight that has set Sakura's senses ablaze for the past four years.
A thin sheen of midsummer sweat glistens, pink – purple – now lavender, on his skin as the heat of the basement presses down on Sasuke. He's grown so tall since they met as high school freshmen, his shirts leave an inviting gap above his denim jeans every time Sasuke extends his arms. Sakura can see a trail of dark hair at his navel, teasingly leading downward, lingering on his V-line.
But it is his presence, his aura of mystery and intensity, that truly captivates Sakura. His smoldering onyx eyes hold a depth that draws her in, and his raven-black hair, styled with effortless precision, falls gently across his forehead, framing a face that exudes confidence. The slight curl at the corner of his lips hints at a mischievousness that stirs Sakura's desire to uncover the secrets he keeps hidden.
As Sasuke's party draws deeper into the night, all their friends start drifting off. Choji drives a very drunk Ino back to her house. Hinata walks over with Tenten to her cousin's house a block or so away. Naruto falls asleep face down in the middle of the carpet after playing video games with Lee all night. Temari is knocked out on the couch with Shikamaru while Kankuro gives up trying to get Gaara to come pick them up. He ends up under the pool table somehow. Still, Sasuke and Sakura remain awake, their hearts pounding as they climb up the stairs together to Sasuke's room.
Not wanting to disturb their sleeping friends, Sasuke and Sakura climb up the stairs together to Sasuke's room on the second floor. It's hard to pick out a movie in the dark, but Sakura has spent countless hours in this room. Her fingernail grazes the small library of DVDs on Sasuke's wall, just trying to cover the thumping of her heart beyond her incessant and mindless chatter.
"I... I think I'm going to miss you when you leave," Sakura continues, her back facing him to hide the blooming embarrassment at her cheeks.
Sasuke sighs as he sits down on the bed, the exhalation sounding too loud, too evocative to Sakura's ears.
A wayward thought stops her: 'What other sounds can I pull from Sasuke?'
Sasuke's heart swells with affection. He's going to miss her too, more than he can possibly express.
"Dude, I'm so nervous about college," Sasuke admits, running his hands over his face. "I don't even know how to talk to girls, much less flirt or kiss them."
It's not like Sakura has never heard vulnerability from Sasuke. Quite the contrary, Sakura has talked Sasuke through many a test-anxiety-induced panic attack in the past four years. Still, this is different. There's no cheerleading practice Sakura must run off to. Mr. Uchiha isn't insisting they study with Sasuke's door open. There are no more shifts at the piano store for Sasuke since he quit. Finally, they have time for this, time to pause. Sakura turns, peering down with careful eyes to meet him in the dark.
"Sasuke, you're not going to have a problem talking to girls."
His deep gray eyes slowly reveal a bit of truth, a vulnerability novel to them both: Sasuke is scared.
"How do you know that?"
"Well, I'm a girl," she emphasizes, a playful smile curving her lips with each step she takes. Sasuke's eyes widen, captivated as Sakura draws closer.
"Yeah, but like you're different," he utters, his voice laced with yearning. Sakura's laughter fills the room, dancing like music in the air.
"Pssshh… Because you don't see me that way?" she teases, her hand pushing at his shoulder.
Sasuke catches her touch, letting her fingers linger atop where his heart is. Silence hangs between them, the liminal moment suspended in the summer air.
Even in the dead of night, she can see Sasuke's face deepen. "No, because you're the only one I see that way."
Sakura's fingertips feel the thrum under his clothes, his heart calls out to her by name.
He continues. "And you're leaving me to go to your super-fancy college. I'll have to figure out how to talk to less interesting girls," Sasuke confesses, his vulnerability laid bare. Sakura's eyes soften, her heart swelling with affection.
Sakura's gentle touch moves, brushes up against his cheek, her thumbs tracing the contours of his lower lip. She moves over him, straddling Sasuke at the edge of his bed.
Everywhere she moves, Sasuke's heart sings under her touch.
"You don't have to, you know," she murmurs, her whisper moving closer to his mouth. "I could teach you to just be mine."
Without hesitation, Sakura leans in, her lips meeting Sasuke's in a slow drag. She's waited four years for this; she can take her time now. Her mouth becomes his guide, pushing him down under her body.
Sakura's lips meld with Sasuke's, their mouths catching with eager attention. She feels the warmth of his breath mingling with hers, the taste of his kiss instantly addicting.
She can feel Sasuke's hands coming to rest at the flair of her waist, his fingertips grazing a small patch of skin under her camisole with a feather-light touch. Sakura's body responds before she knows it, arching into him. She needs more. His touch moves away, then, every guitar string scar on his fingers leaving a trail of dwindling embers on her back.
"No," she mewls out, making Sasuke stop everything he was doing at the drop of consent. Sakura readjusts his hand, leaving his touch at her breast, thumb atop her clothes nipple. "I like it here."
White sclera reflecting, Sasuke's inexperience shines brightest in the dark. Sasuke summons his courage and places his thumb against Sakura's chest, the soft flesh yielding beneath his touch. A flicker of doubt is replaced by awe as Sakura's body reacts to the tentative swivel of his thumb, exactly like she said.
Sasuke hears the sound of his own voice ask, "where next?" Eager. Always eager.
Sakura undresses, a smile drawn across her face as she pulls her camisole and bra over her head. Her green eyes catch the change in Sasuke's stare. Hunger; eagerness and hunger. Sasuke is eager and hungry for her, only her.
A mischievous smile graces Sakura's lips as she guides Sasuke's hands to her breasts. "Here. Kiss here."
Sasuke's breath quickens at Sakura's words, his hands following her instructions, his kiss becoming ravenous at her nipple. It's too much! Too rough! Sakura can't handle it, almost losing her nerve to continue.
"Slower. Slower, Sasuke; you're going too fast."
Sasuke stops. His eyes, brimming with fire too hot to play with, never disconnect from her gaze as he lowers his smirk to her breast. He's almost bowing but loses no control. Submissive to Sakura's directions, yet not outdone. His warm breath caresses Sakura's sensitive nipple. Sasuke's smirk parts, his tongue making contact with the erect bud. Sakura's body arches, every slow swirl of his tongue eliciting small gasps from her lips.
Sasuke's voice is a low murmur against her bare skin. "And what about here?" he asks, his hand slowly trailing down her abdomen, inching closer to the apex of her thighs.
Sakura's eyes meet his, a glimmer of anticipation dancing within them. "Let me show you," she breathes, her voice barely audible.
Sasuke sits intensely still, his eyes locked on Sakura's figure as she slides her fingers beneath the waistband of her jeans. She can hear his heavy breath, hitching in a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Sakura lays down flat on his bed, careful as she pulls the fabric. Sakura is left in just her panties. The anticipation multiplies with every second.
Sakura sinks further onto the bed, her legs spread wide. She pulls her underwear to the side, revealing her glistening folds. The sight of her wetness is enough to make his cock twitch with eager anticipation.
She runs her fingers along the length of her slit, tracing the delicate path of her arousal. Sasuke can see some of her arousal sticking to the delicate finger. Her touch is tentative at first, her fingertips barely grazing her swollen clit and her opening. Her middle finger applies a bit more pressure as Sakura draws away from her core, eliciting a shudder.
As Sakura's confidence grows, her movements become bolder, more urgent. Her fingers dip into her wetness, gathering the slickness that coats her folds. She spreads her arousal over her clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. A moan escapes her lips, the sound filled with unadulterated pleasure and the knowledge that Sasuke's eyes are fixated on her.
Sasuke watches Sakura's every movement, the way her body responds under her touch. His own desire intensifies with every stroke, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. The sight of Sakura pleasuring herself before him ignites a fire within him.
Unable to resist any longer, Sasuke frees himself from his pants, his hand wrapped firmly around his throbbing cock. He moves closer to Sakura. Sasuke's eyes can't look away from her. His need overwhelms Sasuke as he strokes his own cock, too lost in his own want.
Sakura's breath quickens as she finds a rhythm that brings her closer to the edge. Her fingers move faster, two curling within her as her thumb swirls on her clit.
Sakura's fingers glide along her slick folds, a tremor coursing with her hastening tempo. Her body tenses, a symphony of desire and anticipation playing on her skin. The air in the room becomes electric, every breath she takes laden with the weight of her building pleasure.
Her movements grow more urgent. Sakura can feel pleasure trickling from her core, wet desire dripping out of her. Gasps escape her mouth and she's tensing. Sakura's back arches off the bed, her mouth agape in a silent moan as the pleasure coils tighter and tighter within her.
Sasuke watches intently, his dark eyes locked onto Sakura's writhing form. The sight of her succumbing to her own pleasure fueling his own release. With a few more strokes, he joins her in bliss, his hot cum spilling over his hand.
Sakura collapses and Sasuke falls to her side, body still humming.
Sakura's hand reaches out, pulling his hand to where her fingers had just been. "Your turn," Sakura whispers.
THE END.