Sakura leans forward as Choji relates an embarrassing team story about Ino.

Original Chapter by AkaB

As Sakura settled herself into her new seating arrangement, Shino paused for breath during a dry and not particularly interesting summary of how his team's training had been going. As he inhaled, Naruto jumped in while he had a chance to stop the tedious tale.

“Wow, that was pretty interesting!” Naruto loudly interrupted (while ignoring the boy's answering grumbles that he hadn't finished yet). Turning to the other boys, he kept the conversation going to stop Shino from launching into another boring story. “Say, have you guys had anything funny happen on your missions yet?”

Choji thought about it for a second, before he nodded. “Well, yeah. We had a babysitting mission last week that was pretty hilarious.”

Shikamaru looked down from the sky to glance at his teammate as he said, “What are you doing? Ino will kill you if you tell them about that.”

Sakura's head perked up like a lion who'd just sniffed prey. “Oh?” She leaned forward, almost subconsciously, to be able to hear the tale better. Her hands ended up over each other on Hinata's knee, with her arms framing her small breasts on each side as she thrust her torso, and therefore her budding breasts, forward. “Come on, you can't stop there!”

Choji swallowed as the pretty, thin, very naked girl pushed her bare body forward. Any thought of Shikamaru's very serious, not-joking-at-all warning about Ino fell behind the shadow cast by his hormones. “O-okay Sakura! So, as we were talking to the client's house, Ino turned to us and said 'You're both lucky I'm on this team, kids just love me. This will be a breeze.' So we-”

As she was so enthralled in the opportunity to get some embarrassing dirt on her rival, it took Sakura a few moments after Choji started talking to realize that she was feeling strange jolts of pleasure riding up into her stomach. It took her another second to realize what it was, and another moment of reigning her outward signs of embarrassment to avoid blushing a scarlet red.

When she'd leaned forward, her labia had been brought into the right position to slide over Hinata's thigh. She could feel the warmth of Hinata's skin against her pussy, and more urgently she could feel the vibrations of Hinata's constant nerve-induced leg jiggling as the motions traveled straight up into her vagina.

Sakura, had managed to keep a straight face through humiliation after humiliation from her exposure. But this was a level above everything else and she struggled to retain her composure. She was basically humping Hinata's leg! This was mortifying! She had to move!

'Wait!' Inner Sakura gasped. 'No, don't lean back! This is nice!'

'Inner! We can't rub our pussy on Hinata's thigh!' Outer Sakura mind-shouted back in outrage. 'The boys will see! Poor Hinata will be mortified! They'll think I'm some kind of slut!'

'We're not the ones rubbing anything!' Inner argued. 'Hinata's the one rubbing us with her shaking leg! We're not doing anything wrong here! If Hinata didn't slap you for twisting her nipples and licking her face, then she surely won't get angry over an accident like this, right? And this is the nicest that I've felt throughout this whole horrible day. Don't you dare take this away from me!'

Outer Sakura hesitated. It did feel nice. Strange, but nice. Logically there wasn't anything wrong with it – it was just an autonomous enjoyable response to stimulation, like... like tasting ice cream. Yes, this was like ice cream for her pussy. And there was nothing wrong with enjoying ice cream in moderation, was there? It wasn't really hurting anyone if she stayed like this for a little longer, right? Just for a minute, to enjoy the sensations? The boys surely wouldn't notice how much she was enjoying this, and Hinata didn't need to even know.

Sakura had done her very best to not outwardly show it, but today had been hugely emotionally draining. Every moment of showing a straight face as various boys ogled her exposed body had chipped away at her, tiring her out. The chance to just sit there, relax, and enjoy something pleasurable was a siren's call that she didn't have any emotional strength left to refuse. 'Just... just for one minute. Then I'll lean back,' she told her Inner, as pleasure continued to rhythmically assault her loins.

With her decision made, Sakura sat there, her labia meeting and parting from Hinata's thigh with every jiggling motion. She did her best to concentrate on Choji's tale of Ino's mission-from-hell as each jolt from Hinata's jiggling leg traveled straight up into her receptive pussy. Her pink nipples stiffened into hard nubs and her breath started to come out of her nose in short, sharp breaths as the pleasurable vibrations hit her core again and again.

The enticing pleasure of the vibrations against her pussy quickly resulted in her clitoris peeking out, and soon it too was being repeatedly struck by the silky skin covering the firm, daily-trained muscle in Hinata's leg. The physical pleasure from Hinata's thigh joined in with the mental amusement of hearing from Choji how a bunch of bratty kids had ruined Ino's quest for a perfect mission. As Hinata's leg ground against her during one particularly enthusiastic nervous jolt, it took everything Sakura had to keep her mouth firmly sealed and silent as she fully muffled her first moan of pleasure from the experience.

'God, this shouldn't feel so good,' Sakura thought. Any thoughts of Sasuke being the only one allowed to touch her private place struggled to be heard above the pleasure she was experiencing. From Hinata, of all people!

'Don't stop! Don't stop!' Inner Sakura begged, riding the waves of pleasure. In the sanctity of her own head, Inner could act however she pleased without anyone besides her Outer knowing. And right now, her Inner personality panted and mewled with each touch of Hinata's thigh.

On the outside, Sakura sat placidly atop Hinata's thigh, looking on with interest as Choji wove his tale with the occasional laconic correction from Shikamaru. If someone had been looking for it, they would have noticed how her nostrils flared slightly with every short breath, how her nipples could cut glass, and any decently observant Chūnin or Jounin ninja would have seen just under the waterline how aroused and puffy her pussy was and how her clitoris was out and on display. But whether the young, hormonal, sexually naïve boys could look beyond her general nudity to notice these signs and recognized them for what they were, was another question.

Sakura exerted her entire will into stopping herself from actively grinding against Hinata's thigh. The brief contact each time that Hinata's leg jiggled up, followed by the empty feeling left when her leg shot down again, was the most wonderful, torturous pleasure that Sakura had ever felt. She wanted to turn around and shout at Hinata to go faster, or harder, or something to eliminate those horrible moments when the Hyūga girl's leg wasn't in contact with her pussy. A minute passed, and she started to renegotiate with herself on the timing of her stopping.

'The boys won't notice if I go for a bit longer,' Sakura reassured herself as she rode Hinata's vibrating thigh ride closer and closer to orgasm. 'I'll stop in a few more seconds, before it's too late.'

Her Inner strained under the weight of all of the repression Sakura was doing in order to appear like she was attentively listening to Choji's tale and wasn't using Hinata's thigh as a masturbation tool. But Inner didn't complain, as lost in the pursuit of that slowly growing feeling in their core as her Outer was.

Sakura could feel Hinata's hands, still resting lightly on her stomach. There was a growing desire, a small and mad need in her begging silently for the shy girl to move them, to raise her hands up and cup Sakura's tits, to stimulate the nipples and add to the wonderful feelings she was riding.

'We have to stop,' Sakura weakly thought, but made no move to do so as Hinata's soft skin brushed against her clit once again.

'We can't stop! We're too close, we'll go mad without relief,' Inner argued. 'Surely... surely we can hide it? We've hidden our embarrassment so far, so surely we can hide something as simple as an orgasm as well?'

Sakura's common sense fled her as she got closer and closer to orgasm. '...Maybe we could hide it? I... I guess we could?' Her nostrils flared as she barely stopped herself from voicing a gasp as Hinata hit her clit once again. Her eyes stared in the general direction of Choji, her pupils too unfocussed to properly see him, as she pretended to be calmly listening to him talk.

“-so Ino turned to us, still dripping, and growled 'This never happened. And if anyone ever finds out that it happened I'll-',” Choji halted his retelling and paled as he remembered the next words Ino had said. “Oh man. Uh... if Ino asks, you heard this story from someone else, okay? It had nothing to do with me!”

Sakura's lips whitened as she clenched them shut to stop a moaning scream from being unleashed. Her legs tightened a little against Hinata's thigh as her toes curled under the water, and she leaned forward in seeming interest at the end of Choji's tale to hide her attempt to push her clitoris as hard as she could against Hinata's leg. It took every bit of her willpower, but Sakura came without a sound and with barely any visible sign to a casual observer.

Of course, there was more than one person in the spring who was more than a casual observer, between Shikamaru's intellect, Kiba and Shino and Hinata's sensory advantages, and Naruto's unpredictably erratic ability to pick up on people's true emotions. Now that she was coming down from her orgasmic high, and regaining her senses, Sakura silently prayed to any deity she could think of for mercy as she looked around to see if she'd been caught.