"So. Should we go upstairs?" Sakura was breathing heavily, her voice husky. "We don't need to." Ino kissed Sakura again. She held her by her shoulders, her hands firmly planted, pulling Sakura into her. Sakura shifted her hips, scooting closer to Ino. She kissed the blond back, hard. The flame she felt was growing, the desire burning in her. This was what she had wanted all along. How could she not have known? Still, this was new to her and although they had practiced, they had practiced with a boy in mind. This time was different. "I think I would like to go to the bedroom, Ino, if that is ok." Ino just smiled. They stood up and Ino grabbed Sakura's hand, leading her upstairs. When they stepped in the room Ino turned and kissed Sakura, pushing her back against the door. Ino crushed her body against her lover's. They opened their mouths slowly, tongues dancing. Sakura was breathing hard, squirming under Ino's touch. The blond girl took her hands and wrapped them in Sakura's hair. Sakura moved her arms up, lightly grabbing Ino's waist. But Ino was hot, so hot, and she wasn't ready for Sakura to move yet. She reached down without breaking off the kiss and grabbed Sakura's hands, lifting them up above the pink-haired girl's head. She pinned those strong hands with one hand. Her other hand, now free, traced a finger along Sakura's jawline. Then it traced down, feather light, along her neck. Sakura's breathing quickened and she arched under Ino's touch. Encouraged, Ino took her finger down, lightly running along Sakura's collarbones, then down, barely touching the skin. When she hit shirt, Ino lifted her hand away. Sakura moaned in disappointment into Ino's mouth and arched her body more. She mildly struggled to free her hands, but Ino held her solid. Ino dropped her hand down and then grabbed Sakura's hip. She reached around and, after hesitating for just a moment, grabbed Sakura's ass. The girl under broke from their kiss and moaned loudly. "So, Sakura..." Saying this, Ino let go of the ass and moved her hand up, sliding it under Sakura's shirt, resting her fingertips lightly on the girl's firm belly. Ino leaned in and began to nibble on Sakura's neck. The girl squirmed more, moving her body. She felt so hot and Ino was crazy turned on. Ino's head was swimming...she could smell it on sakura, smell the heat and the desire and it made Ino feel...big. Big knowing she was the one bringing this much pleasure to her friend, her, not her with Sasuke, but just Ino. Ino felt her groin get tight with excitement. "Sakura." "Hmm?" Sakura was moaning softly, trying to get Ino's hand to move again. "What do you want?" "Please, make me...make me feel good." Ino's hand crept up until it was cupping Sakura's breast. She could feel the lace from Sakura's bra under her fingers. Squeezing hard, Ino enjoyed feeling Sakura gasp under her touch. "I want you to tell me what to do to you. We've practiced enough—you should know what you want." Ino squeezed again, massaging the soft flesh of Sakura's ample bosom. Eyes rolling a bit, Sakura managed a whisper. "Ino, I want you to touch me...my breasts, my belly...everywhere." Her last word was said slurred and low and gave Ino goose bumps up her spine. And Ino obeyed. Reaching her other hand down, she hooked the bottom of Sakura's shirt and lifted it up and over Sakura's head. A fantastic body was underneath, one that Ino knew inside and out (literally). Sakura shivered—whether from cold or desire, Ino didn't know. Did it matter? Her hands reached behind and unclasped Sakura's bra with the gentle expertise only a woman would know. As the lace slid off her friend's pale shoulders, Ino moaned. After all, even though she had seen those breasts before...this was a new perspective. This time those tits were hers to touch, to taste. And she did. She rubbed them with both of her hands, marveling at the way the skin and flesh molded under her strong fingers. Sakura was obviously getting hotter under her touch. Ino was exploring...it was so different on another body, a body facing her, wanting her. Sliding her hands down the smooth stomach, she pressed her palm into the small of Sakura's back, pulling the girl in. Tongue out, she flicked and tasted the perfect pink nipples, which became instantly hard at the wet contact. Unable to contain herself any longer, Sakura moaned loudly and sank into Ino's support. Deftly, Ino swung her friend around slowly and lowered her onto the bed, her mouth never leaving the nipples, sucking, licking, wanting. The body under her writhed, hips arching up, ass moving. Sakura needed her now, and Ino responded to her. She undid the ties on Sakura's pants and slowly slid them down. Kissing her way back up the smooth legs, she massaged the thighs, then stroked the inner thighs lightly with her fingertips. She could smell Sakura, and it was so sexy. Ino felt herself get wet. Standing up, Ino undressed slowly, feeling Sakura's eyes burning into her each movement she made. For a moment she felt unworthy—her breasts too small, her arms too wiry—but the look of appreciation in her lover's big green eyes put all of those doubts to rest. Sakura reached up, grabbed Ino's wrist and pulled her friend down on her. They kissed again, slow and mournful. Something wet was rubbing Ino's cheek and she realized she was crying. A tongue slid along her cheek—Sakura was tasting her salt, tasting her pain, mixing it with her own. A hand slowly, gently rubbed its way down, in and under the band of Sakura's white panties. Both girls gasped and Sakura raised her hips up into that cupping hand. She is so wet down there. It felt soft, a little bumpy from the downy hair that covered Sakura's lower lips. Ino traced Sakura's lines, marveling at how they felt, the squishy, warm feeling. More importantly, she watched Sakura's face, contorted in pleasure. Taking a deep breath, Ino slid a finger into her friend. Sakura arched up and cried out. Ino smothered her cry with a kiss and simultaneously slid another finger in. When Shika had done this to her, Ino had never felt much pleasure, because he always forgot the next step. He had just slid his fingers in and out, as if that was supposed to get her off. With her lover moaning expectantly under her, Ino knew what to do next. She took her thumb and placed it on Sakura's clit, moving the hood up and hitting the enlarged bundle of nerves. Pain shot through her shoulder as Sakura bit down on it, hard, trying to suppress her cries of ecstasy. The pain turned to pleasure, to motivation, and Ino began to run her thumb slowly in circles over the sensitive bump. She curved the two fingers inside of Sakura up. Slowly, but with firm pressure, Ino moved her hand. Sakura felt like putty under her touch, writhing, moaning, out of control. Sakura began to cry as well, tears filled with so much pleasure of her body and the mixed feelings she felt in her heart. "Ino, it...it scares m-me. T-this thing b-between us (gasp) it s-s-scares me.(moan) Now that s-sasuke is gone, I'm glad but...(moan)...but..." Rubbing a little harder, Ino stared into the bleary eyes of the girl under her control. "But what?" "But I spent so much of my life chasing after him. He was my life, or so I (GASP) or so I thought, a-and n-now...now I feel e-empty inside...I don't know what to do...e-empty of purpose." Roughly, Ino shoved another two fingers inside of her friend. Sakura cried out and arched her back, and Ino began to jam all four fingers in and out, forgetting about the clit. Sakura was so wet that, even though Ino couldn't believe it, all of her fingers slid in and out freely. "OH GOD. OH GOD YES!" Sakura began to rock her hips into Ino's hand. She felt stretched, but it felt good...so good. She felt... "Do you feel empty now, Sakura?" Ino stared down. "No...NO! I feel full (moan)" Ino moved her fingers more quickly, shoving them into her friend, fascinated that something she would have imagined would hurt was causing so much pleasure. "I feel...full...full of you...you." Ino pulled her fingers out, much to Sakura's audible disappointment. The pink haired girl whined. She felt suddenly empty down there, down where most of Ino's hand had just been inside of her. Ino sat up and pulled Sakura onto her lap. The pink haired girl straddled her friend, her lover, and gasped when Ino shoved her fingers back in with no warning. Ino used her other hand to press down on Sakura's clit, hard, rubbing it, pinching it a little. It hurt Sakura, but not as much as it sent waves of pleasure through her. She began to rock her hips on the hand, grinding against the thumb on her clit, finding a rhythm. She lifted her hips and slammed back down, feeling so full of fingers, of Ino...of lust and of love. For a moment, it felt like she was going to have to pee, but she remembered that feeling from all of "practice" sessions before. Only this was different, this was so much more intense than it had ever been with Sasuke, even when ino had been assisting her. This was warm, a warmth that wrapped around her whole body, that sent tingles down every limb, every nerve. Ino. This was what she had been wanting, this girl, this feeling. Excited, Sakura sped up, bouncing up and down on the fingers. Ino, picking up the cue, rubbed the clit harder and faster. By this point Sakura was breathing hard, her face flushed pink, a sheen of sweat appearing on her forehead and breasts, which where mesmerizing Ino at the moment with their rapid bouncing. The heat in her began to grow rapidly, and it felt like every muscle was pulling in, trying to hold onto that heat, to bring it back down to her clit, to inside of her womb, but Sakura sped up, slamming, bouncing until the good feeling balled tight...tight in her... And then released. She threw back her head shrieking her pleasure, shoving her hips back and forth, slamming, trying to get every inch of Ino's fingers into her...Waves hit her and her clit became so sensitive that Ino's touch almost hurt....almost. The orgasm was fierce, the hardest that had ever rocked Sakura, and she collapsed over Ino's shoulders, her body trembling. Ino gently lay Sakura on the bed. Sakura seemed to fall asleep the minute she hit the pillow. Pulling the covers over her new lover, Ino watched in awe. She had never made another person cum so hard. Boys weren't the same. None she had ever been with had been as raw as Sakura had just been. A soft snore came from an angelic face, pink hair falling soft on the pillow. - - - - - Ino woke up to her legs being spread apart. But it was a slow waking up, and she was barely aware of the movement of her body. She had only been asleep a few hours after having stayed up long into the night watching her girlfriend. So, still fighting sleep, it took her a while to register that something wet was moving slowly up and down the outer lips of her pussy, something that felt good. Grumbling and moaning, she lifted her hips up into that movement. The wet object moved faster and then moved up to her clit, circling around it slowly. The jolt of pleasure woke Ino up completely. She tried to sit up, but Sakura's unnaturally strong hand pressed on her stomach, forcing Ino to lie down. Sakura's other arm hoisted Ino's right leg over Sakura's shoulder, allowing her to bury her face deeper. Ino gasped. Sakura seemed to know exactly what to do, because her tongue traced shapes, slowly and firmly into the clitoris. Ino moaned, struggling against the hand that held her down. Sakura was too strong and...well, Sakura's strength and ability to control the situation turned Ino on. She was completely under Sakura's control, helpless to the warm tongue that was swirling, licking. Sakura picked up the pace, lapping at Ino. Gasping, Ino began to feel her own body writhe, out of control. Sakura sucked down hard, pulling Ino's clit in between her teeth lightly, running her tongue over it again and again... Ino reached down and grabbed Sakura's heair as she came, pulling hard, her body twitching as pleasure ran through every nerve. As the tingles subsided Sakura slid up, her warm body covering Ino's. The two girls kissed, slowly, and Ino could taste herself on Sakura's mouth. Breaking the kiss off, Ino whispered, "We...we never practiced that." Smiling, Sakura's eyes filled with laughter. "No, you didn't show me that." "Then how did you know what to do?" "I...I just knew, Ino." Sakura lay down, resting her head in the groove of Ino's shoulder. "Ino?" "Hmmm?" "What happens now?" "We get some breakfast." Sakura lightly slapped Ino on the rump. "No, I mean...about Sasuke. About Chouji. About everyone." Sighing, Ino tightened her hold on the girl she loved. "One day at a time, love. It will take time, and things will hurt, but now we have each other. That will make it easier. We'll heal each other and hopefully others...Chouji and Sasuke...can find a way to heal, too." "Will it ever be the same?" Ino thought about this for a moment. "No. But I wouldn't want it to. If it was the same as before, I wouldn't have you. I wouldn't...treasure you this much. I had to fight for you, you know? We have been more connected than any other two people. I've...I've been inside of you, inside of your mind and...it was worth the pain, I think. You, I mean. You are worth the pain." Sakura sighed and brought a finger up to lightly trace Ino's nipples, which immediately grew stiff. She began to pluck at them, pinching. Stifling a moan, Ino batted her hand away. "Later. First, food. I'm starving!"
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