Surprisingly no

“I swear you mention this to Shizune, and i’ll be worse than Ino to you,” said Sakura. Sakura undid the button of her pants and the zipper undid itself. From its confines I saw pink underwear and fleshy toned cheeks. Was this real life. Sakura took a very relieved breath, and smiled a knowing smile down at me.

“I can actually breath now,” said Sakura. She laid down, keeping the pants around her waist for both warmth and comfort.

As the room grew dark I found it difficult to sleep. Sakura laid just a foot away from me, and if I looked down just a bit I could see the pink glow of her underwear.

After what must have been an hour of me being uncomfortable I felt Sakura press against me. And just a few seconds as I pondered what was going on, I felt her hands snake under my jacket and fall beneath its warmth.

She was resting against my chest, underneath my jacket. We were basically snuggling. My right arm was pinned under her, and my other had no idea where to go.

I felt the hot air of her breath against my neck, and slowly, excruciatingly so she entwined her legs with my own. I couldn’t move. I was pressed against the corner. This was her fault.

If I focused, and just rested my arm somewhere I could probably sleep. This position was almost comfortable if I didn’t pay attention to the fact that my meat was pinned against Sakura’s crotch.