To burn

Welcome to one of my favorite stories that i have ever written, there has been talk about adding on to this story and i still might so keep your eyes open.
But it IS a one shot so read based on that fact. This isnt really going to become a chapter story even if i DO add onto it.
I have too much other stuff going on.
*editing due to new beta!!!*

any ways i dont own naruto

smutty smutty smuttiness
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Sakura cursed as snow managed to slip once again down the back of her shoes. She lifted her foot high in an attempt to shake it out before it melted into her socks. Hugging herself tighter, she allowed her teeth to chatter for a moment before quickly plowing her way through the snow to her apartment.

When she reached her door, she was surprised to find a note tacked to the knocker.


Sakura,

WE are going to be at the club tonight.
IF you don't join us this time I'll make you pay.
You're not tired and your hair doesn't need to be washed,
And I am sick of your lame excuses!
SO get your ass over here by seven or I'm gonna come kick it for you.

Ino

P.S. It's lingerie night, find something sexy or wear something of mine.
There is a contest and if I don't win you have to!


Sakura smiled, the note was pure Ino and she had no doubts Ino would do exactly what she had wrote. Walking thought the front door, she kicked off the slush attached to her shoes and toed them off. She was frozen solid and dead on her feet. Knowing her water would take time to heat, turning on the taps in the shower was her first objective. In the minutes it took for her water to heat Sakura went about grabbing towels and sweats.


The first shock of hot water hitting her nearly made her gasp but she stayed in the shower until the bathroom had filled with steam. It would allow her to pull back the curtain to warmth and not cold tile when she finally did step out. After her hair was washed she hopped from the shower to the nearest floor mat to avoid any possible cold tiles, almost losing her balance and slipping. She swore and dried off faster than normal.

Wearing her warm sweats she padded over to her closet to begin her second objective...find something sexy. After that note, there was no doubt about her going out tonight. She took a long time in finding just the right outfit. Sakura looked through what little lingerie she had.

Hum mm A choice between t-shirt and boxers or several pair of granny panties. Crap! I have NO lingerie...is this what my life has become? Granny panties and boxers? I thought being a ninja was supposed to be exciting.


Then she remembered IT. She shuddered at the idea but if she didn't put IT on Ino was going to make her wear something of hers and that was just eww...yeah ewww. IT was her Halloween costume from two years ago, a slutty little thing that she had bought in order to impress Sasuke when they had all decided to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

She giggled at the memory of Naruto showing up in high heels and fishnets, but Sasuke had surprised them all by coming dressed in white boxers and a wife beater. With a date. Sakura had consoled herself by holding on tight to Naruto, the only other person in their group dressed as wildly as her. They had laughed and made fun of everyone else for their lack of originality.


She fished it out of the back of her closet where she had thrown it, hoping to never see it again. IT was a black leather bustier with the awesome ability to lift and separate even her less than extraordinary endowments. The two pieces over her breasts were leather, the rest was heavy black lace that curved down and hugged the high contoured arch of her hipbones. It left her belly exposed but covered her thighs. She had spent nearly a fortune on the damn thing for her wish; to have Sasuke get so excited from seeing her in it that he would have to rip it off of her on the spot.


She rubbed her skin down with lotion and patted herself down with lightly scented powder; in order to make it easier to sit in the stupid contraption all night. She went to her dresser for her fishnet thigh highs, black lace underwear, and a micro mini skirt. It was just long enough to cover her ass but left her garter belt straps more than visible. She smiled at the combination, there was no way she wouldn't win that stupid contest. Put together, the package was pretty awesome. For the last touch she slid on her knee high boots before grabbing her coat and leaving for Ino's place.


When Ino answered the door Sakura refused to show her what was hidden under her coat. The coat covered everything and Sakura stated it would be a surprise. Ino had been sick the only other time she had worn IT, so she had never actually seen Sakura in it. So IT was going to be more than shocking. Grumbling, Ino agreed before snatching up her coat and closing the door behind her.


They arrived at the usual club, a nearby hangout for high level chuunin and jounin only; which they were NOT. Of course there was no rule stating lower level nin and civilians couldn't enter, but most were gently encouraged to leave after the first few minutes. Drinks would never arrive at your table or empty tables were suddenly filled with people who hadn't been there moments ago, most often they were clones but to start a fuss was to get kicked out immediately by the staff.


“Hey Ino, how do you plan to get us in there? You know they won't allow us to just waltz right in.” Sakura said once she saw what their destination was.


They had only just become chuunin this year, not long enough to be considered 'real' chuunin, and they were still legally considered too young to drink. Most clubs in Konoha would allow even underage shinobi inside but this club used any excuse not to let them in, not without knowing the right people of course.


“Wrong Sakura. They don't let uninvited middle and low ranking shinobi inside. It just so happens that I have an invitation. From a jounin, no less. The only requirement was that I bring a friend...someone hot. Even though I don't think you're as pretty as me of course, you're a damn sight better than most of the other cows our age.”


She huffed distractedly as she craned her neck looking around. “There they are!” she screeched, waving her arm wildly at two men standing in front of the club with their hands shoved in their pockets. The shorter of the two stood up straight and waved back before walking over to meet them half way.


“Hey Sakura, this is Genma. You know, the judge from the chuunin exam two years ago,” she said introducing them, “ and Genma, this is Sakura. That hot friend of mine I was telling you about.”


Genma twirled the senbon in his mouth then gave her a lazy smile as he looked her up and down. She contented herself with the knowledge she was wrapped up too tightly for him to see anything beyond her face.


“Hey Sakura, I've heard a lot about you.” he didn't say what he had heard or where but from the look he was giving her it couldn't be that bad. “I want you to meet my friend...”


Sakura choked, realizing what was going on. She'd fallen for it, she'd been set up and walked right into their trap. Yes, operation Blind Date had gone really well for the conspirators, except for one thing...


“Hello Kakashi sensei.” Sakura said, her face turning a bright crimson. ' I'm gonna kill her, no, I'm gonna kill BOTH of them. Oh Gods, I think I'm gonna die!'


“Hello Sakura! So let me guess...you're my hot date for the night that I just had to meet, right?” he smiled with his one eye.


“Uh, yeah, I guess.” she mumbled, leaning her face more forcefully into the fleece collar of her coat. 'What's he gonna do when he sees what I am wearing?' was her panicked thought that raced through her mind like a broken record.


“So, I am assuming that the two of you know each other? Good! That will make things much less awkward.” Genma grabbed Ino by the arm and proceeded into the club, nodding at the bouncer outside to let him know the two girls were with him. Ino turned around and grimaced an apology while Sakura only gave her The Murderous Glare of Impending Doom.


Kakashi rubbed the back of his head with his palm as they waited to take off their winter gear, “So, Sakura-chan, how are things? Is your training with Tsunade going well?”


Great, couldn't he thing of anything better to talk about? “Uh yeah. Really well. I've started working full time at the hospital when I'm not on missions. I pretty much have my pick of teammates, they are all searching for a good medic nin, especially one trained by the Godaime. I have even received offers from ANBU but Tsunade-shishou wanted me to wait a little longer before I do ANBU training and accept any missions.” she rushed out.


Kakashi looked mildly surprised at her and gave a low hum of approval. He was more than a bit surprised at her achievements. He hated to doubt Sakura, but he hoped it would be a long time before she went on any ANBU level missions, He just couldn't think of that dependent little girl he knew going out there in the wilds to stalk and kill people. Just as Sakura was about to finally remover her coat, a loud voice was heard from inside the club.


“Kakashi! Oi, Kakashi!”


A dark haired woman in a silk corset and not much else stumbled out into the entrance where people were filing past to get into the club. She drunkly made her way towards them and then draped herself around Kakashi, staring up into his eye. Her face was flushed from drinking and she was slick with sweat from dancing. She reached up with a look of deep concentration on her face as she started to play with Kakashi's hair, flipping the spikes from one side then to the other.


“Hee heee heee, it's soft but it stays where you put it.” she frowned and pouted at him, “How do you do that? It ain't fair!” She glared at him before listing to one side and giggled as Kakashi caught her to hold her upright.


“Hello Anko. I have no idea what you are talking about but Pakkun has suggested that I start using green apple shampoo like him, but I haven't decided if I am. Plus, I hear it's the same scent Sakura here uses.” He replied while gently assisting Anko in standing. The master of answering without ever answering.


“Oh,” she said before pouting some more belatedly realizing she had been Had but unsure what to do about it.


At the mention of her name Sakura came back to life, and finally saw her chance to get out of there but was stopped before she could say anything.


“Uh oh Kashi, gonna throw up.” Anko said in a small voice as she tried to lean over. Kakashi hauled her up by the waist and rushed her outside so she could safely puke in the slush. Sakura followed behind at a safe distance.
“Sensei, I'll be fine if you want to take her home. I mean, It would be no problem. I'll just track down Ino and I should be fine...I mean, if you're ok with that.”

Kakashi looked up and stared at her silently while Anko continued to throwing up on his feet. After a minute he smiled. “I think I should too. Why don't you try to find Anko's coat in there for me. It's the long tan one with the fur collar.” She nodded and walked back into the club.


Together they bundled Anko up in her coat and Kakashi tossed her over his shoulder. He turned and started wading his way through the slush towards her apartment while Anko giggled. She cheerily waved at Sakura as if she hadn't just thrown up all over Kakashi. Sakura turned back to the club; she had a small hope that now she would be off the hook and could go home. A screech from the doorway killed that hope.


“Sakuuurraa! Get your ass in here!”


Sakura winced as Ino came out and marched her into the club once again. She had enough time to shuck her coat and throw it on the rack before Ino barreled the two of them through the inner doors. As soon as they were inside Ino turned and whistled as she looked Sakura up and down.


“Sakura, I don't remember giving you permission to look sluttier than me.” Ino said with her hand over her mouth trying not to giggle.


“Oh ha ha. It's very funny but this was the only lingerie I had.” She protested, seeing the look on her friend's face.


“That's IT, isn't it? You actually WORE that in front of Sasuke? And Naruto? And SHIKAMARU?! Sakura, you're such a slut.”


Sakura wondered why Ino's voice seemed to get more strained when she mentioned her wearing IT in front of Shikamaru rather than Sasuke. Then again, Sasuke did have a girlfriend and it was much less fun to compete over him now. Well, it was just sad really. So they called a truce and decided to fight over even more stupid stuff. Like clothes and rank, or who could eat more ice cream. It was dumb, it had always been dumb, but without that, they didn't seem to have anything anymore.


Feeling self-conscious, she crossed her arms over her chest as she followed Ino over to the table that Genma had staked out for them. Ino snuggled in close to Genma's side while Sakura sat across from the couple.


“Hope you don't mind, I've already ordered for you two ladies.” he said throwing an arm across Ino. “Where'd Kakashi run off to?”

“Oh, some girl came up and threw up all over him. He decided to take her home.” Sakura supplied, then was worried when she saw the look on Genma's face. Instead of getting angry, he threw his head back and roared with laughter.


“Damn, he's good! He already had a backup here in case I set him up! Wow. I wonder when he sent Anko over here to be ready to bail him out?” he continued to laugh as he thought about it.


“So she wasn't really drunk? I don't know, she sure seemed to throw up like she was drunk.” Sakura groused, kind of put out that her sensei thought he needed saving from her.


“No, she probably was drunk. Knowing Anko, she got here early and started drinking the moment she walked though the door. Ah well, now I have two very lovely ladies all to myself!” he grinned like the Cheshire cat as he appreciated the display laid out before him. ' Damn, Kakashi's really missing out. His student is a little hottie.'


Sakura could already tell that the idea of sharing wasn't sitting well with her friend. They looked at each other across the table, having a silent conversation using minimal lip movement and lots of eyebrow expressions.


To those who could interpret this particular type of sign language known to all women and a few men, most gay, it went a little something like this:


Ino: raised eyebrows and grim set to the mouth = did you hear what he just said? Could you believe that?
Sakura: one eyebrow raised, looking away = yeah, don't make a big deal of it.
Ino: glare, then a sneer = I'll make a big deal out of it if I want
Sakura: both eyebrows raised looking at Ino = you're bitchy tonight
Ino: smirk with furrowed eyebrows = I'll be bitchy if I wanna
Sakura: secretive smile one eyebrow raised licks lips = If I really wanted to I could take him
Ino: sits back with arms crossed blank expression = only if you want to die
Sakura: looks away = Fine whatever just don't drag me anywhere like this again
Ino: smiles and leans forward resting her face on one fist = sorry I didn't know it was Kakashi
Sakura: smiles and turns to Ino = it's ok, it was kind of funny


Their silent conversation was interrupted when the cocktail waitress came over carrying the drinks. She set down two long glasses in front of Sakura and Ino then placed a rum and coke in front of Genma.


“We're having dollar specials on Cherry Bombs and jello shots. Would you like some?” the waitress asked.


“Sure,” Genma said as he handed her a ten and picked out a couple of shots. “Here you go ladies, have you ever done these before? Let me show you how to do a jello shot.” he picked up one of the little plastic cups and licked the rim, allowing his tongue to dip between the plastic and jello. He leaned over and smacked it right onto Ino's cleavage.


“That's cold!” Ino jumped and yelped but Genma took the cup away leaving the jello sitting there and leaned forward to suck and lick it off Ino's breasts. He did a thorough job, making sure to get every last bit of jello. Sakura couldn't help but watch, fascinated with the way Genma's mouth moved while he played with her flesh; nipping her and sucking. He finally sat up and looked around.


“Ok, who's next? Sakura?”


Sakura felt her cheeks flush hot and looked to see Ino almost melted into a puddle. 'Better not mess with that.'


“Is there another way? That doesn't involve sucking it off of someone?” she timidly questioned.


“Sure, if you wanna do it the wimpy way.” he smiled taking the sting out of his words.


He showed her how to pop the jello out of the cup and let it slide down her throat. It was fairly pleasant and she reached for the next one placed in front of her. Ino also tried her turn but was to shy to suck it off of Genma. Next downed were the Cherry Bombs, which were amazing. By the time they had finished them off Genma had sucked one more jello shot off Ino leaving her obviously hot and bothered. They were somewhat light headed with the tingly feeling of alcohol in their blood. The shots didn't look that potent but were enough to get the girls buzzed.


Sakura reached for her drink and was surprised at the lemony-cinnamon taste to it. “What's this?” she asked Genma.


“Oh, I ordered Long Islands for both of you, good isn't it?” he smirked again as Sakura took another long pull on her straw. Ino turned to Genma with a look in her eyes that said she was about to do something crazy.

“Let's dance! I love this song!” she grabbed Genma and drug him unresisting to the dance floor where other couples gyrated to the music.


Sakura sat back and slowly sipped her drink, allowing the flavor to stay on her tongue for a moment before letting it slide down her throat. She looked around her and hoped to see someone she knew that would want to start a conversation when she saw a dark haired man standing at the bar looking at her. She blinked, trying to clear her vision but there was nothing wrong with it. He looked a lot like Sasuke, but bigger...and meaner...and way waayy more sexy. As far as she knew Sasuke had no family, so there was no way for this guy to be related to him.
The man at the bar looked at her again and when he saw her staring back he walked over to her table. He stood in front of the table just looking down at her. Not knowing what else to do Sakura looked back at him.

“Umm, hi. I'm Sakura.” she said to fill the gap of silence. 'Yeesh, note to self. Try not to look dumb in front of cute guys anymore.'


He just stared down at her and then gestured to the empty booth. “Can I sit down?”


'My God, the man's voice was like sex in a bottle, now available in body mist!' she could feel his voice all the way to her pelvis where it pulled and ached. 'I wanna have your babies...' a small voice inside her demanded.


'Shut Up!' she yelled back at her libido as it again cried for the chance to tackle this man, drag him to the floor, and eat him. She felt like a praying mantis, images of devouring his body flashed through her brain. 'Well, there you have it, I'm insane.'


She realized as she had been shouting to herself, she had forgotten to give an answer to the future father of her children stand...


'SHUT UP!' ...the guy standing before her. Thank God he wasn't giving her a weird look, she was pretty certain that whole conversation in her head didn't suddenly explode from her mouth like a bad case of Tourette's syndrome.


“Uh, yeah. They are on the dance floor, they won't mind.” she finally got a sentence out from around a tongue two sizes larger than normal. Instead of sitting across form her like most people would have done, he sat down beside her, pushing her farther into the booth, getting a lot closer to her than any guy had been in awhile.


“Itachi.” he stated looking at her.


'Huh?did I miss something?’


“My name,” he clarified seeing the look of confusion on her face. “My name is Itachi.” he stated matter-of-fact.


'Noo, it's sexy future father of my children. Oh fuck me now!' her libido shouted back in reply...good thing inner voices are generally only heard by their owners.


He looked down at her now empty glass, “Would you like another? What were you drinking?”


She hadn't realized she had drank the whole thing so fast. 'Oh well, it didn't really taste like it had that much alcohol in it so she should be fine.' “ Oh, Long Island Tea is what he called it.” Before she could tell him she wasn't interested in having another he had called over a waitress and paid for one more. 'I guess it couldn't hurt'


He sat back watching her and she keenly felt his oh-so-dark and hot eyes on her. She realized her thought processes were getting a tad bit slow, couldn't seem to get passed the part about him being so hot. The waitress came over with their drinks and set them on the table. They both reached for the glasses, Sakura taking a gulp to avoid staring at Itachi.


She relaxed back into the booth, leaning against his arm; which seemed to have suddenly appeared without her even knowing how it got there. She decided to go with it and relaxed, allowing herself to turn her head, and take a not-so-subtle sniff of his scent. Pure Sex. She wanted to fuck him. It was the only thing that she could think about in that moment. Screw smelling like flowers or Calvin Klein, she wanted to smell like sex and Itachi.


The alcohol blurred her vision causing everything around her to become dreamlike while the steady beat of base vibrated into her chest forcing her heart to pump along to its beat. Dancers out on the floor ground against each other, women leaned into partners rubbing their bodies along each other. Women danced with other women holding hips and hands, slowly in sync turned to look at each other over shoulders or lips would barely graze one another. The lights were low, flashes allowed you a glimpse of one couple before moving on to highlight another pair. The female singer seemed to moan and everyone in the room wanted to moan with her while their bodies gyrated closer. The room was filled to overflowing with heat and pheromones.


Itachi again ordered over a waitress and took several of the small Jello cups off the tray, placing them in a row in front of her before he offered one to her. Sakura giggled and took it. She licked around the edge feeling the plastic bite into her lips and, turning to Itachi, looked for a place on his skin that was exposed enough to slap it on. She was surprised when he thought of it first and allowed the jello to slide down her chest, coming to rest on top of her breast. Her nipples were barely covered by leather and she could feel cold wetness slide down into her bustier. That didn't matter when she saw his head dive down towards her chest and then felt sucking against her skin. Her eyes wanted to roll back into her head.


Her head fell back and she latched onto the table with one hand while the other sank into his hair, gripping hard as Itachi's mouth and tongue slowly moved down into her cleavage. She had enough presence of mind to look around to see if anyone noticed. Their table was in a dimly lit secluded part of the club and almost everyone else was grinding on the dance floor. She gasped and squeezed her legs together when she felt his lips tug, then pull her nipple into his mouth, and she held on for dear life. Her back arched up and pushed herself firmly into his mouth. His hands pushed her bustier down a little more to expose her fully to his advances.

She couldn't take it! It felt too good!


He turned, looked up at her and with his elbow, deliberately knocked one of the shots off the table. It landed upright on the floor. She admired his aim until he said 'Opps, dropped it.' and then his head completely disappeared under the table. She felt him searching around only to feel two hands part her thighs and she looked wildly around hoping no one noticed him dive under the table. Soon she was unable to think of anything as his hands reached inside her skirt and started playing with her panties, moving them aside. The hands left and she breathed in a sigh of relief until they suddenly came back wet and cold and pushing inside of her.


The epiphany of WHY he dropped the shot hit her as he pushed her leg up and moved his head in between her legs. Panicked she tried to push him away but he just batted her hands aside, settling firmly between her legs while licking jello off. He started with jello that had smeared on her thighs before moving up and UP.


'Oh God, Yes!' she screamed in her head as Itachi's mouth made its first foray into her folds, allowing his tongue to scrap her labia and moving on to rub jello on her clit. She felt the cold shock of it stimulate her even more as he pushed aside the hood with his fingers and let his tongue make gentle circles around her clit. His fingers moved lower pushing the last of the jello up into her, if he was using it for lubrication he shouldn't have bothered. She was weeping with clear fluid and would have covered her thighs if he hadn't been so diligent in licking it away. He pushed his finger back inside her while allowing his tongue to flatten over her clit and slowly rub back and forth. Feeling her clench he added a second finger, pushing both in and up, looking for that little rough patch deep inside.


She was having a hard time keeping it together, especially when she felt his fingers leave her, she felt the ache and wanted nothing more than for them to come back. He removed his tongue from her clit and surprised her by running it along her slit form top to bottom several times before pulling her labia into his mouth and sucking hard. She'd never heard of getting hickies down there but he seemed to be determined to try. He released the flesh in his mouth and moved back to her now erect clit, taking it inside his mouth and gently sucking.
Sakura would never know how she kept from screaming, but she lifted her leg even higher till her foot was on the seat, arched her back and came in a great gush. She felt fluid leaking down her leg and onto the seat below her. For a moment she thought she had peed herself but it didn't smell like urine, it smelt like lube. She knew it for sure when Itachi began licking it off her thigh, slowly and gently rubbing her cunt to bring her down.


He slid up beside her and leaned into her moving her hair aside to kiss her neck. When she turned away her brought her back to face him, kissing her on the lips, forcing her to taste herself on his mouth. His tongue moved passed her lips...


'To hell with the consequences!' she moved around to face him fully and sucked his tongue into her mouth.


Itachi moved her so she was half draped on him, pulling her leg over his lap and grinding his hips into the juncture of her thighs. Half exhausted and out of breath she pushed away from him and took another sip of her drink, needing to clear her head for a moment.


Sakura's foot tapped along with the steady rhythm of the drum. Noticing, Itachi pushed against her shoulder and took her hand, pulling her onto the dance floor. The song had changed to something slow and pulsing. The words weren't important, just the slow steady beat that drove people closer to one another. It was turned up so high you almost couldn't hear the singer, just the beat thrumming through the speakers, rattling the floor, and pounding into your chest.


He grabbed her hips and forced her in close to him. Sakura couldn't stand the intensity so she turned away and slowly ground her ass into his lap. His erection was pushing into her and she moved against it, trying to stimulate it even more. She knew this was asking for trouble, a guy could only take so much, but she didn't care. She wanted to get him hot and bothered, thinking of nothing but her. He arm reached around behind her and grabbed onto the back of his head as she arched her back still pushing in against him. Sakura pulled his head down against her neck allowing him to take in her scent and then his lips went back to their foray of licking and sucking on the perfumed flesh below.


Sakura looked in front of her and saw Ino and Genma, dancing face to face. Genma had lifted Ino's leg on to his hip but she was looking at Sakura over his shoulder. Ino's eyes smoldered with hate or passion or both Sakura couldn't tell. She turned around and leaned back into Itachi but soon felt Ino behind, reaching her hands out and feeling along Sakura's side, grinding her hips into the taller girl's. Too drunk to care, Sakura lay her head back on Ino's shoulder just as Itachi pulled her hips and ground into her. She could sense Genma behind Ino but all she cared about was Itachi and the blonde.


'Ino smells so good, she smells good like Itachi.' Sakura thought and she turned her head and kissed Ino gently because, despite everything, Ino was a good friend and she deserved to be kissed.


Ino's hands roamed over her body and Sakura turned to face her, letting one of her legs come to rest between Ino's. She let her ass glide up Itachi's leg and back into his lap. She thought she heard him groan but decided it had been her imagination. They were all too drunk to care about anyone around them, bumping into other people as they moved together. Songs changed but they were all so alike that it might as well been one long song. Sakura couldn't tell how long they danced, sometimes all four but most often it was her with Itachi or Ino. One time she felt Genma behind her but between Ino and Itachi, he was soon preoccupied with other...things.


Panting, Sakura staggered back to the booth with the rest following close behind. Their stuff was just were they had left it. Sakura picked up her drink and finished it off in a couple of quick swallows.


“Hey! Go easy on those, they're pretty potent.” Genma said watching her down the whole thing with amazement.


Not to be outdone, Ino picked hers up and tossed it back in even fewer swallows, she smacked the glass down and grinned like a loon at a whistling Genma. “Wheew!”


“You swallow well.” he remarked with a leer. Ino's face burst into flames but she was distracted when Itachi came up with another round for all.


“Oi, what's this?” Ino asked, looking at the new drink Itachi brought. “I liked the tea thingy, it was good.”


“Redbull vodkas, you'll like it.” was his only reply as he handed one to Sakura, who was feeling more than good. She smiled in thanks at Itachi as he moved to sit beside her. Ino sat down on her other side and the guys moved it to push them together.


Sakura lay her head on Ino's shoulder and they snorted and giggled together while watching other couples out on the floor. They made fun of some for not dancing well, others for being too drunk and falling down on the middle of the floor. After some time they grew quiet and were just resting against each other. Genma and Itachi gave each other a look that said 'If they fall asleep now we'll have to go home...alone.' This was forestalled when Ino perked up.


“I gotta pee!”


Sakura giggled at this absurd statement and then decided that she probably had to pee too. They pushed at the men but they refused to move. Fuming the girls ducked under the table. As Sakura went past Itachi, he tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her head to his crotch, letting her cheek graze the hot length of his stiff penis. Before she could react he let go and allowed her to leave. She turned to Ino only to see Genma smirking and Ino blushing a bright crimson.


They held on to each other as they staggered to the bathroom, neither having decent balance by now. It was a disappointment to find there was a long line waiting for the bathroom. While they waited they giggled and held each other up, they laughed even harder when one of the girls in front of them fell asleep while using the toilet. Sakura stopped laughing and snuggled her face into Ino's neck only to be woke up when Ino pinched her awake at their turn.


They both went into the handicap stall, Sakura waiting while Ino pulled down her panties and squatted on the seat; not allowing her ass to actually touch the plastic. When Sakura gave her a look, she said “Who knows who's been throwing up and falling asleep in here? You never know.”


Sakura nodded sagely at this bit of wisdom then broke down and giggled once more.


When Ino finished Sakura pulled down her own panties and urinated. Seeing how wet and sticky her thighs and underwear were, she spit on a piece of toilet paper and started to rub the jello remains off her thighs. She took another piece and cleaned what little moisture there was out of the panties. Ino raised her eyebrow at this but Sakura smirked and winked at her, promising to tell her later about the best orgasm she ever had.


They went back to the table and sat down next to the guys who were ready for one more round of dancing. They decided to finish off their drinks first and started to gulp the bittersweet drink, in a hurry to get back to dancing. The men only watched in amusement before leading them back out once the glasses smacked down on the table, Sakura winning this time.


Itachi pulled her fast into his body and swayed to the song playing, one of her favorites. She turned and rubbed her back into his chest before quickly turning again to face him. She lifted her leg and rested it against his hip as he drove into her in a steady simulation of sex, almost completely lofting her and forcing her to ride his leg in sync with his rhythm.


She felt his fingers playing with her garter as he held her leg up against his hip; unable to help herself, she leaned in and kissed him, forcing her tongue in passed his lips. They kissed on the dance floor for almost the whole song, Itachi allowing her mouth to devour his. Letting her tongue be the one to invade him and feel every contour of his teeth and lips, even the back of his throat. He pulled away at last still grinding against her, now able to feel her wetness on his leg. His face was only a breath away from hers, both panting and gently brushing lips together as if in accident. As if brought together by the sway of the song and breaking apart just as easily.


She was startled out of her preoccupation to feel Ino come in behind her and slowly tweak one of her nipples. She buried her face in Sakura's neck and moaned.


“Hey Sa-ku-ra-chaaan.” She giggled at this use of her name. “you ready to go now? Genma is inviting us back to his place and I kinda want to go.” she pouted now and Sakura could hear it in her voice, “but I don't wanna go alone. Sa-ku-ra come with me, please?”

She was too drunk to really see any harm in it and she looked up at Itachi and raised an eyebrow in question. He shrugged his shoulders and moved to guide both girls off the dance floor. They picked up their bundles and Sakura could feel Itachi's hand on her lower back as he pushed her through the crowd, using his body to keep other men from bumping into her.

'That's kinda sweet.' she simpered to herself and giggled once more.



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decided to make this easier and cut it into two parts cause before it was just one hella long chappie. Anyways i hope you enjoyed the club scene and that awesome jello thing. * )