The Traveling Pussy

Chapter 15: Temari’s Party

When I got up to the top of the stairs, the door was being held ajar by Ibiki. I hugged him and pushed us into the hallway, peeking around him to see whom he was talking to. It was Naruto in tight pair of black pants and soft terracotta silk shirt. He wore the famous necklace he’d won from Tsunade around his neck. He looked very sexy, but next to Ibiki he looked too young, too innocent to be interesting. I palmed a shuriken and reached over and slapped it between two of the vertebrae of his neck. If it really was Naruto, of course, I’d have severed his spinal cord, but the clone poofed out.

Ibiki looked at me accusingly.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t see why he gets to use a forbidden jutsu, and no one ever calls him on it.”

Ibiki rolled his eyes and grabbed my elbow. He startled me by using that technique jounins have that makes it look like they just vanish into thin air and then reappear somewhere. I once tried to read an explanation of that jutsu, but frankly it was too technical and boring to be worth the bother. I guess if I had a chance of making jounin, I’d have put in the effort. Any way, it was a pretty snazzy way to arrive at the entrance to the Yellow Flash.

Two more of Naruto’s clones were working the entrance, turning aside those not invited and ushering in the favored ones. A bit of a crowd stood around on the sidewalk to watch the cream of Konoha society head in for THE party of the month. When we arrived, Maito Gai and Rock Lee were just entering the pub. They, of course, wore matching outfits. They had on black t-shirts and blue jeans. It was amazing how sexy they both looked in normal clothes. I could never understand how they willingly wore those awful green leotards that made their butts look so awful. I once had tried wearing one of those awful things to see if I could get Gai to sleep with me, but after two days of listening to his talk, I gave up on the whole thing. I never bothered to approach Rock Lee—his imitation of Gai damned him in my eyes.

Naruto’s clones seemed uninterested in talking to us—I guess the shuriken in the neck had dimmed Naruto’s desire to chat us up. We walked into the pub together, and I felt Ibiki’s grip on my elbow tighten. I figured he was nervous, so I stopped right in the doorway to the main room of the pub and pulled his head down for some serious face sucking.

It took a while to get him to play twisting tongues with me, but when everybody started clapping and whistling, he got into the spirit. When he squeezed my butt a little too hard, I pulled back and gasped for air. Some one handed me a drink, and I took a big sip and choked. Whatever it was tasted horrid.

“What is this crap?” I demanded, looking up to see Namiashi Raidou and Shizune looking at Ibiki and I in a rather dumbfounded way. Umino Iruka, one of my favorite instructors at the ninja academy, said rather nervously, “Ah, it’s Shochu and cactus milk, a favorite of the Sand nins evidently.”

I scowled and took another sip. It still tasted awful. “Cripes, they like this shit?” I asked. Ibiki started laughing.

A lot of heads turned. I saw Tsunade, Temari, Gaara, and another Naruto start over to talk to us. Fortunately, Kankurou and his puppet, Karasu, were dancing on a table with Anko and Ino. We would only have to talk to two sand siblings, not three. I pulled on Ibiki’s sleeve so I could whisper in his ear, “Hey, only twenty-five more minutes.”

Ibiki took the horrible cocktail out of my hand and drained it. I took that as a sign of nerves, so I decide to distract him by saying, “Hey, love, do you want to take your coat off? I can take it back to the coat check for you.” I heard a glass break behind me; Ibiki’s or Raidou’s I was guessing, since I was pretty sure Shizune knew everything Tsunade knew.

Ibiki looked at me, a little unsure, and I started to peel his coat off his shoulders. He just let me slide it off him. I leaned into him and kissed his right bicep as I slid the coat down Ibiki’s arms. I heard more glass breaking, but I didn’t care since Ibiki pulled his left arm out of the left sleeve, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head up to his mouth. This time he was the one in charge of the kiss. He had to push me away. I just stared at him dumbly, confused. He pushed his coat into my arms and said, “Don’t get lost on the way to the coat check.” I blinked and just blindly moved towards the doorway.

On my way to the coat-check window, an arm snaked around my neck, and someone kissed me on the check. Shocked I looked up into Kiba’s laughing face. “Congrats, babe,” he said, “You two are perfect together.” He put his mouth to my ear and said, “He smells as hot for you as you are for him. And, oh boy, he’s a jealous one; I’m going to disappear for a while.” And then Kiba was gone before I’d even said one word to him. I think some other people tried to talk to me, but I was certainly not acting like an expert at parties. I was trying to focus on walking straight. I felt someone else take the coat from me and guide me back to the bar. It was Shikamaru. I think he talked to me, but I could now see Ibiki and his naked arms. Shizune was examining his arm, checking out his scars.

Rage blossomed in me. Shikamaru held me back and said, “It’s medical not sexual,” loudly in my ear. I looked at him enraged. He started laughing. I slapped him and stomped over to Shizune and Ibiki. I pulled Ibiki’s arm away from Shizune’s grasp and said, “You touch again, we fight. Get your own man.” Shizune’s mouth dropped open, and a lot of people started laughing hysterically.

Ibiki’s hand gripped my neck and shook me, “Play nice, or I’ll take you home now,” he said. That made everyone laugh harder.

I leaned back into him and stuck my tongue out at him, “Are you serious, we can go now? Please, please.” There was more laughter, but I was looking into those black eyes, and nothing else mattered but the look of possessiveness and love I was getting back.

He pulled me into his chest, my back pressed against his body. I felt his cock pushing against my butt. His naked arms wrapped around me, hugging me to him. “Say hi to our hosts,” he ordered.

“Hello,” I said pathetically in a sort of dazed voice looking in front of me at Tsunade, thinking that something wasn’t quite right.

“Get out of here, you two,” ordered Tsunade, “You’re an embarrassment.”

“Yes, ma’am,” snapped Ibiki and swung me up in his arms. “Nice party, Temari-san, Gaara-sama.”

We didn’t make it back down the stairs when we got back to the ANBU building. The minute the door to Ibiki’s quarters shut behind us at the top of the stairs, he was inside me, my back to the wall, my legs around his waist. We’d forgotten to get his coat, and I was busy trying to slice off the rest of his sleeveless t-shirt to be able lick and kiss more of his skin. He tore my dress and bra apart, exposing my breast, his hands reaching out claim my breasts.

“Ibiki, Ibiki, Ibiki,” was all I could say. Then he picked me up and jumped down the staircase. I screamed and started to cum as we plummeted down the stairs.

“I didn’t say you could cum yet, you little whore,” said Ibiki in a hoarse voice, as he pushed open the door at the bottom of the stairs, “I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

I just moaned. I wasn’t capable of speaking any more.

I suppose I was punished that night. But when we finally fell asleep in that big bed of his, too exhausted to even move to try to find the sheets, I don’t think either of us remembered what game we were supposed to be playing. We were both equally exhausted and spent, both feeling like we had won that last round.

It was a good thing we were in the basement of an ANBU building because neither of us had an energy left to watch for intruders. You probably could have set off some exploding tags at the foot of the bed without waking us. But since just about everyone who knew our names knew what we were off doing, it didn’t matter. Konoha’s finest were on the clock, and we let ourselves go down for the count.