What the New Year Brings

I once said in a meme that I wasn't sure if I had the guts to do this, but I just really don't feel like doing another straight on lemon, so as much as posting this scares me, here goes everything...

WARNING: Rated M for strong sexual content!

Chapter 55-The First Time KakaSaku Celebrate Kakashi's Birthday

Would it be wrong of me to mention to Kakashi that his birthday used to be the exact same day that Japan and the ninja countries used to celebrate Respect for the Aged Day? (1) I think so. Besides, as it is the man is peeved with all the jokes he's received and keeps getting for being with someone so much younger than himself. I have to admit, though, that even I find some of the jokes pretty funny, like the one about having a parent-teacher conference when we went to see my parents. I mean, what can you do? You can either get mad and punch the ground all the time (I tried that for a bit until Shishou threatened to dock the village's repair fees from my paycheck) or access the jokes on a case by case basis and take it from there. Seeing how most of the village has either learned to accept or ignore us, the jokes about our relationship nowadays are as harmless as jokes about Gai's leotard and Kakashi and I have learned to take most of them in stride, but on a day like today even laid-back Kakashi isn't to be teased about how old he's getting.

It's hard to believe that Kakashi is almost 40 today, 37 to be exact, and here I am barely into my 20's! It's easy to push the age difference thing aside, however, when the man you're with seems to be on the same maturity level as you and when he doesn't seem to physically age. After all, girls are said to mature faster than boys, so on a mental level we're probably closer to equals. As for his amazing and young looking physique, chalk it up to all the exercise he gets from being an elite shinobi. Not only that, with his mask on Kakashi looks no more than a few years older than myself. With his mask off, he looks surprisingly even younger than that. Maybe it's because he keeps his face covered up all the time and his skin rarely gets touched by the elements, or maybe it's just good genes. Maybe it's a little bit of both. Either way, when it comes right down to it the "big issue" isn't even really an issue between the two of us...Except on days like today when Kakashi suffers from what can only be deemed as "a mid-life crisis," so I've taken it upon myself to make him forget all about getting older and simply enjoy having made it to his next birthday. After all, in our line of work living to see your next birthday truly is an accomplishment in and of itself!

Kakashi, being the anti-social person he is, isn't much for parties. Knowing that, I know better than to force one on him. He's uncomfortable enough growing older as it is. I don't want to add feeling socially uncomfortable on top of that. However, this makes things easier for me because now it can just be him and me and all I have to worry about is making his birthday as special and memorable as possible.

I'm a firm believer that in choosing a gift for someone that it should be something that suits that person's personality and tastes. For Naruto, it's easy. A gift certificate to Ichiraku Ramen and he's happy as a clam. For Sai, extra supplies of scrolls, ink, and paintbrushes are enough to make his fake smile genuine. And for Yamato? Termite repellent. That's why it's so frustrating trying to figure out what to get Kakashi. It's not that I don't know what he likes. We're way past "I have no intention of telling you my likes and dislikes." If anything, he's now the person I'm closest to and know the best. It's just that his main interest is in Icha, Icha and unfortunately, he already has all the books and since the author has passed away, I can't get him any more new books from the series. And he likes to stand in front of the memorial stone for hours on end, so what do I get him for that? An umbrella just in case it rains? Sunblock if it gets too hot and sunny?

I stare vacantly for a long time at the cover of the Icha, Icha book I'm reading, trying to figure out what to do, and then...it hits me.

~*~*~*~

On this early mid-September morning, it's cool and slightly cloudy, but rays of faint sunlight peek through here and there, so my first birthday gift to Kakashi is neither an umbrella or sunblock. Instead, my first birthday gift to him is to get out of bed as early as he does (even though it's my day off and I would really much rather sleep in), and dutifully stand by his side in front of the memorial stone, wrapping an arm around his waist to help keep him warm as he pays his respects to his adopted family.

My second gift to him is to spend the better part of the rest of the day with him doing what he likes to do best: Lazing around on the rooftops reading Icha, Icha, lazing around in the tree branches reading Icha, Icha, and what else? Oh, yeah! Lazing around at home reading Icha, Icha! Seriously, the man is obsessed! And although I've read each book from the series at least once already and have a clearer understanding as to why he loves them so much (Who knew he was right? Icha, Icha actually does have plot and substance!), I still don't have his stamina to read it hour upon hour on end. So although I make sure to keep him company on the rooftops, or the treetops, or whatever other strange place he decides to read his book, more often than not I catch up on reading the latest medical journals instead or simply nap by his side, or in his lap, or my favorite spot of all, in his embrace...Even if it does mean he's got one arm around my shoulders and the other one holding up his precious book!

Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if such antics are what have kept him single for so long, but then again, I suppose that's what makes me different from those other women: While they may have found Kakashi's eccentricities intolerable, I've actually learned to tolerate them. Don't get me wrong, they annoy me just as much as those other women, but the thing is...I love him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him, and you can't do that if you don't learn to be flexible and give in every now and then, so I've given in to his obsession and learned to accept it. Actually, it would be stranger for me if one day he suddenly decided to stop reading Icha, Icha altogether. It's a part of who he is and to lose any part of him, even a part of him like that, would alter the person I fell in love with in the first place.

So long story short, Kakashi is a damn lucky man to have someone like me put up with his sorry ass, and I make sure to remind him of that fact every chance I get!...And then a couple of days later I'll have a temper tantrum, end up saying sorry to him, and the roles are reversed with him being the one to remind me of how lucky I am to have someone like him. And while that could be the beginnings of another fight, it never does turn into one because what he says is true and we both know it, so we just call it even and get ready for the next time the cycle happens all over again.

But as tolerant as I may be of Kakashi's reading habits, it doesn't stop me from giving a big sigh of relief when we finally do make it back home. At least when we're at home I can do other stuff, like cook his birthday dinner, while he continues to read that inseparable book of his!

If there's one thing I know about Kakashi, it's that the man loves to eat. What man doesn't? There's a reason why the saying "A way to a man's heart is through his stomach" exists. And it's not like I don't know how to cook. Cooking was one of the first things we were taught to do in our kunoichi classes at the Academy. Not only does it give you the convincing front that you're a housewife or a servant, but it also gives you the convenient opportunity to slip drugs into an enemy's food if need be, but frankly, on my time off I simply don't have the patience to cook. Between working at the hospital and the Hokage office and doing missions in-between, the last thing I want to do when I get home is even more work in the kitchen, so the fact that I'm taking the time to cook for Kakashi now speaks volumes. Fortunately, the man is smart enough not to expect such treatment everyday. If he did, I'd make sure to put him in his place, and with that happy thought, I put an eggplant on my cutting board and chop off a sizable piece with a satisfying clunk of my very sharp knife.

~*~*~*~

"Something smells good!" Kakashi gushes as he steps into the kitchen a couple of hours later.

"I made you your favorite," I smile at him. "Salted broiled saury and eggplant miso soup."

"You're amazing, Sakura! Thank you!" he says, kissing me on the lips before sitting down to dig into his food with about as much tact and decorum as Naruto when he's eating Ichiraku ramen.

As Kakashi helps himself to more helpings, I excuse myself and go into the other room to prepare his fourth and final gift.

Kakashi has just finished wiping his mouth with his napkin and sat back full and satiated on his chair when I slowly walk into the room.

Kakashi's one exposed eye immediately grows wide and round, and a bead of sweat trickles down his temple. His eye wanders down to the revealing strapless red dress I'm wearing, its hem short enough to show plenty of thigh and leg, and its fit tight enough to show plenty of curves in all the right places, but what makes this hot little number so meaningful (for him at least) is the long, charcoal gray hair wig I'm wearing to go with it.

"S-Sakura?..." Kakashi stutters, the look in his eye wide with disbelief.

"Tonight you can call me Junko." I say with a wink.

Kakashi looks like he's about to go into hypovolemic shock from all the blood spurting out of his nose. After all, this has got to be a lifelong fantasy of his: To have the heroine of Icha, Icha herself come to life...Or at least have someone roleplay as her.

"Wow, Sakura, you look absolutely amazing! And you look exactly like Junko, too! I can't believe you did this!"

"Well, I was trying to find you the perfect gift, and seeing how you love Icha, Icha so much..." I trail off with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Sakura, you are so sweet and so thoughtful. You always have been. Thank you!" Kakashi says, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me on the lips. "But..." Kakashi continues, gently tugging my wig off both to my shock and confusion. "As sweet as it is that you dressed up as someone you thought I would want, I don't need some fantasy woman either to make me happy, not when I've got the real thing who's better than anything Jiraiya, God rest his soul, could ever make up," he says, taming my now staticy pink hair with the palms of his hands before cupping my face again and smiling warmly down at me.

"Now who's the one who's sweet?" I ask, returning his smile. "Well, I guess I should change out of this silly getup then, huh?"

"Now hold on there." Kakashi says, grabbing my bare bicep as I try to walk away. "Just because I said I don't need fantasies doesn't mean I don't enjoy them every now and then. Besides, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I turned down my girlfriend's gift?" he asks, the sweet, warm look in his eye replaced by one far less innocent, one that says he would want nothing more than to do unspeakable things to me.

My eyes widen, but what did I expect dressing up like this for him? I essentially dressed up as his favorite porn star!

"Alright, Kakashi." I say boldly. "It's your birthday and I'll do anything you want." I say in a sing-song voice while trailing a finger down his chest.

"Anything?" Kakashi asks, his one exposed eye growing wide.

"Anything." I promise in my sultriest voice.

Kakashi looks like he's going to faint from all the blood loss.

"You promise you won't get angry or hurt me or break up with me if I ask you for something...uh...unconventional?"

My resolve starts to quaver a little. Before Jiraiya died Kakashi was Konoha's Number Two Pervert, but now that Jiraiya's gone that makes Kakashi Konoha's Number ONE Pervert, which means agreeing to do whatever perverted things he wants to do could have serious consequences.

"Kakashi, what is it exactly that you want me to do?" I ask, unable to hide the hint of fear in my voice.

"Promise me first, Sakura."

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest and every fiber of my moral being shouting "Don't promise! Don't promise! Runaway NOW!", but now I'm also really curious. It can't hurt to at least hear him out, so against my better judgment...

"Okay, Kakashi, I promise that I won't get angry or hurt you or break up with you. Now what is it that you want me to do?"

Kakashi's face flushes bright red. It takes a lot for Kakashi's face to flush red like that. After all, we're talking about the same man who can read porn while fighting off his genin team and not break a sweat from either activity.

Oh, God...What did you just have us agree to?! Inner Sakura groans in my head.

Kakashi - in an uncharacteristic show of shyness - whispers it in my ear.

My eyes go wide and I feel my own face burn red hot in embarrassment. Oh, my God...It's even worse than what I imagined!

"You want me to do it?" I ask hysterically.

Kakashi looks like he's in fear for his life, as he should be. I mean, I knew the man was perverted. I just didn't realize how much!

"No, Sakura! You're not going to do it, I am! Oh, never mind! I knew it was too weird! I knew I should've never even asked! Here you are so sweet, making me dinner and dressing up for me and I ruined it all by making that suggestion. I'm SO sorry! Please forgive me and forget that I ever asked!"

I look at Kakashi with my heart racing, but not for the reason he thinks. I'm not angry, I'm actually...excited.

"Kakashi. Calm. Down." I say with my hands spread out in front of me as if to restrain his own hysteria. "I didn't say I wasn't going to do it. I just want to clarify how exactly it is that you want us to do this."

Now Kakashi looks completely floored, like I had just told him that "Yes, Kakashi, Santa Claus is real."

"Really?" Kakashi, the Great Copy Nin Sharingan Kakashi, asks in an almost half squeak.

"Yes, really. I'll do it." And just as the words come out of my mouth, I'm just as surprised as he is by my willingness to do it.

Kakashi is still looking at me like I just sprouted wings, or more appropriately, horns and a devil's tail.

"You are, Sakura, right? Sweet, innocent little Sakura who likes to pick flowers out on the field just as much as she likes to punch guys on the top of the head for so much as looking at her the wrong way? You're not a henge or a genjutsu, right?"

Really, his reaction is almost laughable. Hadn't he ever heard that the sweetest, most innocent looking girls are the naughtiest ones of all? Our goodie-two-shoes appearance only makes us want to rebel even more against it and the best way to vent that frustration is behind closed doors which is conveniently where the bedroom is located.

"No, Kakashi, I'm not a henge or a genjutsu. This is really me. And please...You and I both know that you took my innocence away a long time ago starting with that New Year's Day kiss, and then you corrupted me even more by persuading me to read Icha, Icha. Besides, we've been together for how long now? Eight months? And in that eight months it does start to feel like we should try something new. I admit that what you suggested isn't the first thing that would've come to my mind, but we're going to be together forever now and I don't want you to think that you can't ask to live out your sexual fantasies with me."

"Sakura, I still can't believe you're agreeing to do this with me!"

"What can I say? Live with someone long enough and you start to inherit their traits, right? So I guess I've inherited your pervertedness. Speaking of which, you were my first, but now that we're about to do this, does this also make you my second, third, and fourth as well?" I ask with a smirk.

Now Kakashi really looks like he's about to faint.

"Sakura, you want to do that many this first time around? I was just going to make one!"

"Ahahaha!" I laugh and nervously scratch the back of my head in another manner I inherited from him. "Well, you said...so I just figured...Never mind!" I say, feeling more red faced than before. "Besides, 'this first time'? You're starting to sound a little bit too confident there, Kakashi! I'm not even sure how I'll like this time for there to be others!"

"Sakura, you do know why I want to do this, right?"

"Of course. By doing it this way, you'll multiply your pleasure."

"Which means you'll multiply yours as well."

Kakashi and I look significantly at each other.

"Do it." I tell him.

Kakashi smirks down at me.

"Gladly." he says and proceeds to do the proper hand sign.

Poof!

...And now I'm staring at two identical Kakashis. I don't even know which one is the real one and which one is the clone anymore!

My heart feels like it's ready to pound straight out of my chest. I can't believe I'm actually going to do this! What do you even say in a situation like this? "Hi, pleased to meet you"? It's not even a new person, it's still him - Doubled!

I smile awkwardly at the two Kakashis, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say, not knowing if I even want to go through with this.

Reading the uncertainty on my face, one of the Kakashis steps up to me, bows his head down close to mine, and tells me gently, "Relax, Sakura. It's me. Whatever happens, it's still only going to be you and me and no one else. We're just making things interesting, that's all. Okay?" he asks, tilting his head to look me straight in the eyes.

I look back at him and slowly nod my head.

"Good. I don't want to force you to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

I can't help but laugh.

"Kakashi, of course I feel uncomfortable! We're about to do something that's completely and utterly kinky! I don't know anyone who has done this before, not even Ino and that's saying a lot! I mean, do you know of anyone who's done this before?"

Kakashi rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Actually, I kind of got this idea from somebody else. A lot of somebody elses. It's just one of those things you hear about and wonder if people actually did it and if it really works."

I don't know what's made my mouth drop even more, the fact that there are other people who have already tried this or the fact that the misuse of the Kage Bunshin no Jutsu is common among ninjas to begin with!

"Kakashi...Have you tried this before?!"

"No, Sakura, I haven't. I promise you that you're the first and only person I'm trying this with. Don't get me wrong, I've wanted to try it before, I just never found someone I trusted enough to even ask."

And that's when I knew I had it in bad for Kakashi: That even when he's saying something like that, I still think it's really sweet because he just confessed that he's never trusted anyone else like me before. He's officially made a head-over-heels fool out of me.

"You're lucky I love you, you filthy perv, because believe me, if anyone else asked me to do something as crazy as this, they'd be six feet underground thanks to a chakra punch to the top of their head!"

"Trust me, I know. That's why I asked you to marry me first and made sure it's my birthday before I made this kind of request. It's kind of hard to say 'no' to someone who's both your fiancé and the birthday boy all rolled into one." Kakashi says with a happy eye crease.

"And yet if I chakra punched you into an impromptu grave, you'd be neither one to me."

"Ah, but then you'd be lonely and miss me and have regrets for ever having done such a thing."

"I...You...You're a damn lucky man, that's all I'm saying!"

"I know and I won't ever forget it." Kakashi says sweetly, then cups my face in his hands, tilts my head up to his, and slowly - lovingly - kisses me, but surprisingly not on the lips, but on the corner of the mouth...on the cheek...on a closed eyelid...on the other cheek...the side of the neck, softly kissing me everywhere except the mouth. It's kissing foreplay and just like regular foreplay, when you finally get to the real goal it's just...

It's just better when you don't rush it. Every part of your body, including your mind, is prepared, eager, and ready for what will come next, so that when you finally do get to the main course, it just somehow tastes better than if you had scarfed it down all at once. So when Kakashi's lips finally touch mine, as light as the contact may be, it feels like my lips are on fire. I'm aware of every texture of his lips, every slight pressure and tilt of his mouth, the smell and warmth of his breath, and the taste on his lips. If it had all been rushed, I would've only been vaguely aware of all those small, but highly important details.

Whereas Kakashi's kisses had been soft and gentle at the beginning, they're becoming increasingly harder and more desperate as they progress. The chaste, closed mouth kisses from before are now replaced by full opened mouth ones complete with lip tugging and tongue gliding. I've just started to lose myself in his intensifying kiss when I feel a second pair of lips start to sprinkle hot, opened mouth ones on the back and sides of my neck and across my shoulders.

...Can we say weird? But as weird as this may all be, it also feels so, so good. Multiply your pleasure is right and we haven't even gotten to the serious stuff yet!

While never breaking our kiss, the Kakashi in front of me starts to slowly move backwards and the second Kakashi and I follow his every step until we reach the living room sofa where the Kakashi in front plops down onto it and looks up expectantly at me. Wanting to pick up right where we left off, I climb up onto his lap and sit face forward on it. Then, mimicking what he did to me earlier, I cup his face in both of my hands and slowly, lovingly, start to kiss him everywhere on the face and neck except on the lips, leaving the best for last, but once our lips touch each other once more, it isn‘t very long before we‘re back to tugging each other's lips and gliding our tongues against each other.

Seeing how we've resituated ourselves and are back to where we left off, Kakashi Number Two moves in close behind me so that he can pick up right where he left off as well, holding my hair up to continue kissing and sucking on the back and sides of my neck and the curves of my shoulders.

I'm kind of getting used to this kissing extravaganza when I feel two pairs of hands on me, one pair rubbing up and down my sides while the other pair gently slides up and down my bare arms, and while both touches are relatively innocent, the double sensation is making me excited a lot quicker than if it had been just a single pair of hands.

And then, the hands start to wander and the touches are becoming less and less innocent.

One pair of hands is rubbing up and down the outside of my thighs, bringing my already short skirt a little higher up with every stroke. Meanwhile, another pair of hands is starting to slowly pull the zipper on the back of my dress down. It's Kakashi Number Two, and as he slowly reveals every inch of my bare back, he places a soft kiss upon it. I pull away from my kiss with Kakashi Number One just in time to turn around and see Kakashi Number Two pull the zipper down as far as it will go and kiss the lowest part of my back just above the waistband of my panties, but with the top of my dress now pooled around my waist, Kakashi Number One has a front and center view of my exposed breasts and he doesn't wait long to literally grab the opportunities sticking right in front of his face. Squeezing one breast to make the nipple pucker out even more, he wraps his lips around it and starts to gently suck, flick, and lavish his tongue around the soft mound of flesh while his other hand gently massages the other breast and roll its hardened nipple between thumb and pointer finger so that it doesn't feel neglected.

Meanwhile, Kakashi Number Two must be feeling neglected because he's patting me on the hips, silently telling me to get up off Kakashi Number One's lap. Obligingly - regretfully - I pull myself away from Kakashi Number One and all the lovely things his mouth and hands are doing to my breasts and unstraddle myself from around his hips, but I have no intention of making him feel neglected either. If anything, I want to repay the favor, so I put my hands on his thighs, gently push them apart to spread his legs, and throw a sofa pillow on the floor so that I can kneel in-between them. He knows what I intend to do, but I slide my hands up and down the insides of his thighs instead, waiting until normally cool-headed Kakashi starts to lose his patience before moving my hands up to where we both want them the most, cupping and rubbing against the obvious bulge in his pants. Then, pulling down on his fly, I finally release his erection which had been straining hard against the taut fabric.

With his erection now exposed and twitching in time to every breath he takes, I gently wrap my fingers around the thick, hardened muscle and rub my hand up and down against it, eliciting a pleasured moan from Kakashi. A glistening bead of precum has already seeped through the small slit at his tip and I use it to help lubricate his cock and smoothen the movements of my hand against it, but it isn't enough. For the sake of lubrication, I lower my head down between his legs and start to lap my tongue against the underside of his cock from base to tip like a cat lapping up a bowl of milk before wrapping my lips around him and taking him completely into my mouth. With my lips still wrapped tight around his cock, I swirl, press, and tickle my tongue against the soft, silky skin over hardened muscle while rhythmically bobbing my head up and down and gently juggling the delicate sac between his legs, making sure not to squeeze too tight or nick him with my fingernails. I know I'm doing it just the way he likes it when Kakashi gives a deep, long groan of approval. I only stop and release him from my mouth when my lungs start to ache from lack of oxygen, but make sure to quickly replace my bobbing mouth with my sliding hand instead. As I had hoped, my licking and sucking helped lubricate him and my hand is gliding against him much quicker and easier than before.

My bent down position is working towards Kakashi Number Two's advantage as well. The dress, being as short as it is, isn't very good at keeping things covered once I bend down and Kakashi Number One didn‘t help matters either when he kept pushing the dress further up earlier. As a result, Kakashi Number Two has a lovely view of my G-string, or butt floss as I like to call it. I usually don't wear such things, impractical as they are, but I knew what tonight was going to be all about, so I made sure to purchase the sexiest piece of underwear I could think of and by the way Kakashi Number Two is rubbing his hand appreciatively back and forth between my legs, I'm pretty sure he's grateful for the extra effort. It's not long before he's rubbing me harder, however, and with the butt floss covering as little as it does, it doesn't take much for him to push the thread-thin fabric aside and rub me without barrier instead, which satisfies some of the aching need, but not the need itself. I'm soaked, more than ready to have him enter me now. Knowing this, but still wanting to deny me what I really want most, he lightly traces a fingertip from top to bottom of my slit before sliding it and a couple of other fingers deep inside. Eager for something, anything, to finally clamp onto, my inner muscles quickly suction the invading digits in, rippling around them in pleasure even though they’re not the part of his anatomy they had really been longing for.

Kakashi Number Two continues kissing my bare back, but now with his fingers sliding slowly in and out and his other hand quickly teasing my hypersensitive clit, the sensations are too much and I start to moan with Kakashi Number One still deep in my throat. He only seems to appreciate that, however, letting out his own pleasured moan as the vibrations from my throat vibrate pleasantly against the most sensitive part of his anatomy.

The need to be filled with more than just a few fingers is unbelievable, so it's a great sense of relief when I hear the distinctive unzipping of pants behind me and feel the unmistakable sensation of a hard mushroom-shaped tip make contact against my eagerly waiting slit. Holding himself in his hand, Kakashi rubs himself up and down against the slippery slick hole a few times, letting the juices lubricate his cock, and then I finally feel pressure as he slowly and carefully pushes his hips forward. Every inch of penetration makes me want to sigh in relief. It’s like finally scratching an itch that you just couldn’t reach, but what comes out of my lips instead is a highly erotic moan. The feeling must be mutual as I hear Kakashi Number Two let out a similar moan. After all, for him it must be like massaging a muscle that was all tensed up in knots which, technically, is sort of what I'm doing for him.

When I look up at the Kakashi I'm sucking, I see that he's looking intently back down at me in complete awe and wonder as I savor the feeling of Kakashi Number Two slowly stretching and filling me up.

Eventually, Kakashi Number Two is inside as far and as deep as he can go. We stay still against each other for a minute, simply enjoying the sensation of finally being joined before slowly starting to move back and forth against each other. Once we have an effortless rhythm going, I venture to raise my eyes back up to Kakashi Number One, but realize that he's no longer looking intently down at me like before. Instead, he’s intently watching as Kakashi Number Two slides in and out from behind me doggy style.

For a fleeting second, I catch the Kakashi in front pass a secretive look to the Kakashi in back. I don't even have a chance to ask what it means because at that same instant I feel the Kakashi behind me grab my hips and start to quickly push and pull me against him at the same time he quickly drives into me. As a result, my mouth is also moving at an equally quick pace around the Kakashi I have in my mouth. As strange as this all may be, it also feels so good. There were so many times when I had longed to be filled at the same time I was going down on Kakashi. It's natural. Doing a blowjob makes the girl feel aroused, too, enough to make her ache to be filled while she's going down on a guy. Of course, that conundrum would be an impossibility for most people, but with the way we're doing things now...

I feel a rush of extremely wonderful, extremely intense sensations fire throughout my body making my eyes widen then squeeze tightly shut. And then, it all happens simultaneously.

At the same time my inner muscles clamp down as hard as they possibly can around the Kakashi between my legs, Kakashi Number One thrusts himself as deep into my throat as he can, and Kakashi Number Two thrusts his pelvis as deep and as hard as he can into mine, and we're all just experiencing the strongest, most intense, and longest orgasm each of us has ever experienced in our lives. I expect it to ebb down any minute, but it just won't stop! Long after our orgasms should have ended, both Kakashis are still throbbing and spilling inside of me and my inner walls are still continuing to clamp and contract down and around Kakashi Number Two as hard as they can.

And then, after who knows how long, it's finally over.

Kakashi Number One eases himself out of my throat, leans back limp, breathless, and weary against the back of the sofa for about a minute, and then poofs into thin air.

At that same moment, Kakashi Number Two, who turns out to be the real Kakashi, slowly pulls himself out and gives one extremely, satisfied groan as he collapses onto the sofa, using one of its arms as a headrest, undoubtedly feeling not only twice the pleasure, but twice the exhaustion as well as he absorbs all of his clone's experiences.

Meanwhile, the aftershocks of my orgasm are still so strong that even after Kakashi has pulled out, I can still feel my inner muscles continuing to contract and release where he had once been.

Just as exhausted as he is, I climb up onto the sofa and lay down next to him, sandwiching my body between Kakashi’s and the back of the sofa. Then, I wrap an arm around his waist and pillow my head against his quickly rising and falling chest.

It's strange...I have the highly erotic and highly satisfying (albeit highly kinky) experience of having been with two men at once, but none of the guilt caused by infidelity. No wonder the misuse of the Kage Bunshin no Jutsu is so popular and prevalent within the ninja ranks! I just wonder why I had never heard of the practice before. Maybe I was, as many people believed, "innocent," or maybe they just perpetuated my innocence by keeping such things from me. Well, one thing's for sure, Kakashi is catching me up quick and my nickname of "innocent" can be easily switched to "experienced and then some" in a heartbeat! I open my mouth to say as much to Kakashi, but when I lift my head off his chest to look at him, I see that he's already sound asleep, gently snoring with his mouth half open.

I carefully reach around him and grab the blanket that had fallen off the sofa and onto the floor during our little "experiment" and pull it over Kakashi and me. Then, I lay my head back down on his chest and close my eyes with a smirk on my face.

It's only in times like these that Kakashi shows his real age.

To be continued...

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Happy Birthday, Kakashi! ^_^

(1) en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Respect_for_the_Aged_Day

Update 9/21/09: I made a drawing for this chapter. Here's a link: http://shippertrish.deviantart.com/art/Kakashi-s-Birthday-Request-137773871