Three to Get Going and Away We Go

It was lucky for all four of them a cross-town trip never took long for a ninja.

As soon as they entered the Uchiha flat, Sakura attacked Naruto with a lusty kiss. His briny taste still lingered. Flickering through the air without panties had been more than she could take. Naruto kissed her back and pressed his palm to her breast.

"Cool it off, will you two," Sasuke said.

Naruto disengaged and pouted.

"Isn't this supposed to be educational?" Sasuke said.

Sakura beamed. She wasn't drunk, but she was a little… disinhibited. Fantasies piqued in her brain that had always remained half-formed until now. Only then, she looked over and saw Hinata. Poor Hinata married to a man she had never loved.

What was her problem anyway?

Something about her eyes in that moment gave Sakura pause, however. "Why don't you boys go into the bedroom while I talk with Hinata?"

Naruto and Sasuke gave each other strange, unreadable looks and wandered off.

Hinata looked at Sakura when the door shut behind them. She had been a permanent shade of red for the better part of half an hour.

Sakura did not know of any way but to be blunt. "Look, Hinata… If you want to stop this, we can. We were all just having a good time, but I'm gonna be honest. I don't know all the things that might happen if Naruto and I stay here much longer."

Hinata nodded vacantly. "I know. That's okay…"

Sakura blinked. "Huh?"

"We need help and fast. And if this is what it takes, then that's okay."

Sakura's expression softened. "I know. I just don't want any hard feelings."

Hinata searched her face. "I know you love Naruto-kun. And I know he has no feelings for me."

"That's not true. You're…"

"His friend. I know. And I know… I know you still have feelings for Sasuke-kun."

Sakura tried to laugh it off, but it only sounded hollow. Honesty. They all needed honesty. "Maybe a little."

"I know. And I understand all of that. Just so long as you do. I don't want to lose him. If this is what it takes to open him to me, then I will." She looked Sakura in the eye. Though they were her birthright, those eyes had always struck Sakura as unnatural; uncanny. Now they seemed strangely soulful. "I've always admired you, Sakura. I've always admired the way you could be so honest with your feelings."

Sakura shifted and tried to laugh. "I've just had a lot of practice, I guess."

Hinata's stare lingered. She wanted something: what Sakura could not tell.

They heard rustling from the bedroom.

Sakura finally scruffed Hinata's hair. "Why are you so serious? We should go see the boys."

Hinata nodded obediently and followed Sakura towards the bedroom. They froze simultaneously.

"I told you to let go, you moron." Sasuke squirmed on the floor as Naruto yanked his pant legs away. They took with them everything that lay underneath. Suddenly he was completely naked.

Just like Naruto hovering above him, flopping with every bounce of his body.

Sakura saw Sasuke for the first time, there. Naruto was looking too.

"You are longer," Naruto said, with just a shade of disappointment. From his face and voice, his self-esteem rallied a moment later. "But I'm thicker."

Naruto was right. Snake-like.

Sasuke stood. He was not as bulky—more lean. A runner to Naruto's husky bodybuilder. Naruto leaned on Sasuke's shoulder. Both men regarded their wives and came to full attention… down there.

"Hey girls," Naruto said in a parody of a sultry voice.

Sasuke brushed away Naruto's elbow. "Touch me again and I'll kill you, loser."

Sakura glanced from one man to the other and shifted her weight. Her insides brimming with desire, she started to leak. Someone had to manage this chaos and it sure as heck wasn't going to be anyone else in the room. "Sit on the bed, boys."

They did as they were told.

Hinata nibbled on her lower lip. The awkwardness did make her strangely cute. "We're overdressed," Sakura whispered into her ear—just loud enough for the boys to hear.

Sakura slid out of her dress. They watched with open jaws. Her power over them never seemed more palpable. If it was possible, they were hardening more. They were hardening for her. Naruto beamed with pride. Sasuke only gawked, his eyes skimming her body lewdly, lustily. She rode the strange new empowerment like an eagle rides a current. The cool air of the apartment moved her; lifted her arm to an arch, spun her; bent her to expose the crevice between her legs in all its depth.

Naruto was only grinning harder.

Why the hell not? "Do you like what you see, Sasuke-kun?" she whispered in her sweetest, most sultry voice.

Sasuke only grunted.

Naruto looked like he was almost ready to erupt again.

Sakura turned to Hinata: still standing awkwardly by the door, watching Sakura. "You're overdressed still."

Hinata's fists clenched against her dress and she swallowed.

"Hinata," Sasuke said, "show Naruto and Sakura how sexy your body is."

This seemed to penetrate Hinata's shell with a jolt. Her hands lowered. Her body straightened. Then she hiked the dress off over her head. She was still wearing undergarments, unlike Sakura. Sakura had not seen her in a state of near-nudity since their academy days. She was all grown up now. And endowed like Sakura could hardly believe.

Hinata glanced at Naruto and hesitated for only a moment before unclasping her bra. Then she fell free.

Sakura nearly gasped. She wasn't just "endowed." She had the curviest form; the most bountiful breasts Sakura had ever seen on a woman so otherwise trim.

Sakura crawled on hand and knee to Naruto. She took him in her hand and tested his firmness with a few calculating pumps. "Don't let Sasuke feel lonely, Hinata."

Hinata walked, head held high and purposeful to the moment she dropped to her knees and touched him. She was tentative and curious. Sakura could tell she had never before really just stopped to stare. She had never tested his hardness and flexibility. She had never felt his smoothness.

When she touched it with her lips, Sakura knew she had never kissed him.

Sasuke watched her and raked fingers through her night-black hair. Whether he was savoring the moment or tacitly impatient, it was hard to tell. He let out a sigh when his head disappeared between Hinata's rosy lips.

Then he flinched a moment later.

Sakura withdrew her lips from their target to Naruto's obvious disappointment. "Teeth, Hinata. Be careful."

Hinata regarded Sakura for a moment and then gave a slight nod. She returned to Sasuke and lapped at him, engaged, but dutiful.

That just wouldn't do.

"Look at him, Hinata. Look at his reaction. See how he responds." She smiled up at Naruto, who smiled down on her from Cloud Nine.

Hinata glanced up. She felt it. Sakura could tell. She was connected to him as they had never been connected before and she was exploring the dynamics of that connection.

Naruto seemed alright. She had not even been aware of scooting closer to Sasuke, but all of her attention was on her friends. She was so close to Hinata, she could smell her: a delicate scent of lilac. She could hear the soft, suckling of her lips on Sasuke. She ran a testing finger through her long, thick hair: hair of the darkest, purest black; feeling the rhythm of her ministrations.

"Lick his shaft from time to time," Sakura whispered. "Like this…"

She did it without even thinking. Its dimensions were different, but Sasuke felt the same on her tongue as Naruto. Only his human musk was subtly different.

Hinata glanced at her questioningly for only a minute. Then she heard Sasuke's moans. Then she did as Sakura suggested, both girls lapping up and down his length. Sakura never asked for permission. Not even when she took him in her mouth and started to suck.

She glanced only fleetingly at Naruto, who was stroking himself with abandon. She paused.

"Don't stop," Naruto whispered. "That's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Hinata giggled and playfully tugged at Sasuke's sack. "Oh Naruto-kun…"

A naughtier thought still crossed Sakura's mind. She remembered a certain jutsu Konohamaru had once attempted. "There's always room for three, Naruto," she whispered.

Naruto blanched. "Are you trying to make me go soft, Sakura-chan?"

Hinata giggled again. "I never knew you were interested in that, Sakura."

Okay. Maybe she and Hinata had more in common than she first thought.

"Will you two stop talking, so I can make love to my wife?" Sasuke said. A powerful notion seemed to sweep him up.

Hinata blushed. "Sasuke…"

He supported Hinata as she stood. He had to practically push Sakura away. She just did not want to disengage from her tutelage.

Sasuke lifted Hinata and tossed her onto the bed. His fingers massaged her ankles before parting them. He pressed her hands to the bed and approached.

Hinata smirked. "Just a minute, Sasuke-chan."

She pushed his hands away and he tumbled to the side. In a fluid whirl, she was on top of him, pinning his arms to the side with her knees, looking down at him with smug satisfaction. Then she lowered herself onto his face. "Eat me."

Sasuke looked surprised… then taken aback… then struck by all-consuming lust. He relaxed and let her feed him.

From the moment she heard the sound of Sasuke licking and sucking from beneath Hinata's mound, Sakura knew they would be alright. She became more animated; more feral; more sensual with every movement. She cast aside her head and squealed a high, throaty squeal. She tumbled to the side of the bed, breathing heavily. Deliriously satisfied, she shifted against Sasuke's shoulder. Her eyes cast down the length of his body. "Sakura-chan?"

Sakura barely glanced up.

"I'm going to need that now."

Sakura grumbled and let Sasuke slip out of her mouth.

"He's all mine," Hinata whispered. "For right now."

Sasuke seemed startled once again.

"Hinata…"

She kissed him—attacked him with rolling tongue and gnashing teeth. She rolled atop and then mounted him.

"They'll be okay," Naruto whispered to Sakura.

Sakura nodded, transfixed by the sounds of pounding, slapping flesh as Sasuke gripped her hands and tethered her to him in the most intimate possible place. Before Sakura was aware she was on top of Naruto and he beneath her, licking and tasting each other on top of her on the bed, inches from Sasuke. They never even noticed, too consumed by their own lust.

Sasuke grimaced and then released. Hinata slumped to the bed.

"Did you like Sasuke's cock, Sakura-chan?" Naruto asked.

Sasuke and Hinata watched intently. "Yes," she whispered.

"Was it everything you fantasized it would be?" Naruto asked.

"Yes."

Sasuke stiffened again.

"Hey, Hinata," Naruto said. "Promise you won't get mad?"

She smiled a decidedly un-Hinata-like smile. "Promise."

Naruto shifted and parted Sakura's cheeks. "Your husband is going to fuck my wife."

It fell like a hydrogen bomb to the pit of her stomach. "Naruto? Don't go making these decisions on your own."

Sasuke watched, stunned. The thoughts seemed to spin though his head. He glanced at Hinata and sat up.

Her uncanny smile persisted. Then she slapped his bare bottom. "Show her what I get and she doesn't."

Sakura tried to squirm away again, but Naruto held her tight. She tried to protest, but the protests only for show, really. Even in this situation, the part of her mind that was afraid of being judged chimed in fruitlessly. She did not want to seem like that kind of woman. All the while another part of her mind wanted this to accelerate into a no-holds barred orgy as fast as possible.

Who was she kidding? Naruto knew her for what she was and as much as she had once loved Sasuke, she did not really care what he thought of her. But what about Hinata? She was just starting to seem like a real friend.

All of these thoughts raced through her mind when she felt something slender, smooth, and hard press against her. Since Hinata was watching smugly from across the bed and Naruto's cock was still beside her mouth, there was only one thing it could be.

She glanced over her shoulder. Naruto guided Sasuke into her. Then Sasuke started to move, in and out, in and out, filling her. She started to moan and clamped her lips down on Naruto. It was like his kage bunshin trick only far more visceral. This time, the two bodies belonged to two different consciences and both wanted her.

Hinata only looked on, startled. The surprise did not last. Within minutes, she was already massaging herself. She was a good sport about it, Sakura reflected. She was just starting to imagine the situation reversed on her… oh yes… when a jolt of pure, electric bliss coursed from one end to the next.

Naruto was licking her; licking the junction between them.

It was all Sakura could take and she bucked in powerful, blissful orgasm.

Sasuke kept going for not long. He never asked, but erupted deep inside of her.

The three tumbled apart. Naruto tried licking her clean, but she was still far too sensitive and squirmed away.

Naruto kissed her deeply. What more could she ask for? Well, fair was fair. "Naruto?"

"Yes, Sakura-chan?"

Sakura glanced at Hinata. "Fuck her."

Hinata's eyes swelled to disks and he all but tacked her amidst protests and moans of ecstasy. It was strange, Sakura reflected. Maybe this was how Naruto felt watching Sasuke inside of her. She was not jealous. Not really. He was on top of her, buried deep inside of her. Her voluptuous body quivered and shook with every thrust: her breasts wiggling like jelly. She orgasmed and then orgasmed again, her face contorted in shocked pleasure. It all seemed somehow not weird. She with Sasuke's emissions still inside of her.

Naruto was building up fast. Once again: the Kyuubi in him.

"Come on her boobs," Sakura whispered.

Naruto pulled out and hovered over her bare chest. She had tasted all he had to offer not an hour before and yet, he painted her in streaks and gobs, from collar bone to stomach.

In a state of half-drunk frenzy, Hinata figured she somehow owed Hinata something for thinking so ill of her for so long. The least she could do was clean her up a little.

She used her tongue and tasted Naruto again. He was, after all, one of her favorite flavors. Hinata's nipples hardened to Sakura's tongue and she gasped.

Sakura disengaged and looked up. She had taken it too far, she told herself, but Hinata seemed to disagree, judging from the big, sloppy kiss she planted right across her lips. Girls kiss different. She had heard it a dozen times. Now she knew from experience it wasn't a bad "different" at all. It was soft, teasing, exploring, and relaxed. It probably was not something she would do sober, but a part of her would not have minded doing it all day.

The four of them lay in a tangled mass of body parts for what felt like hours. Sakura found herself in Naruto's arms, laying against Sasuke, across Hinata's chest.

"Were the private lessons helpful, Hinata-chan?" Naruto asked.

Hinata looked at Sasuke and he looked at her. A neutral onlooker might almost call it endearment.

"I think I need more," Hinata whispered.

The following morning, things got really interesting.