Somehow, Sakura is convinced to start 'skinship' with Hinata.

“Wh-what!?” Sakura screeched as she glared over Hinata's shoulder at the blond boy. Even in her peripheral vision she could see the pale skin of the other girl's shoulder turning a bright red - Hinata was blushing all-over at Naruto's raunchy suggestion. How the shy girl hadn't keeled over in a faint, Sakura didn't know. “She's only just grown comfortable enough to join us in bathing naked and you're already asking questions like that!?”

“But Sakura...” Naruto protested as he brought his hands up in defense and leaned back to make sure he was out of range of the girl’s wrath. “She just skinshipped you without any problem and you were skinshipping her just fine before the others turned up!”

As the two teammates argued, Hinata's body shivered as her thoughts raced. It was bad enough that she was naked and exposed and she’d stupidly gotten rid of her towel. But now Naruto... Naruto wanted to watch her being felt up by Sakura? In front of everyone? There’s no way she could go through that. She wasn’t brave enough for that!

A few moments of frenzied worrying later, Hinata blinked as she caught up with what she’d been thinking and realised that she wasn’t having a problem with the thought of Sakura ‘skinshipping’ her, just with it being done in front of everyone.

As Hinata’s blush deepened, Sakura rallied her own thoughts for a few moments, before she tried to recover her argument. “That was… that was different! Besides, even if you were right, it would mean that Hinata’s already had a turn and doesn’t need to go again.”

“All right, all right!” Naruto said, shrugging his shoulders in a mulish attempt to look like he didn’t care about losing an argument. “You don’t want to touch her. That’s fine, I get it!”

Sakura froze for a few moments as she felt Hinata’s body flinch.

From Naruto’s perspective, he’d said some placating words in order to try and calm Sakura down. Unfortunately for him, the two girls had interpreted him a little differently.

‘He gets why I wouldn’t want to touch Hinata? Is he saying that she’s too ugly to touch or something?’ Inner Sakura growled. ‘What the hell!? We have completely debased ourself and gone through hell today to try and show him how great Hinata would be for him, and when she gets the courage to actually expose herself to him he still dismisses her like he doesn’t even want to touch her? How dare he play with a girl’s heart like that!?’

Sakura’s eyes narrowed as all thoughts of her embarrassing situation faded away in righteous ire on behalf of the shy girl on her lap.

“Don’t want to touch her? Don’t want to touch her!?” She said, her voice becoming more shrill with each word. “Are you blind? Are you insane!? How can anyone look at these top tier breasts,” the pinkette reached up with her hands and grasped Hinata’s bare tits, drawing a shocked gasp from the shy girl as Sakura hefted the heavy breasts a little as if to present them to the boy in front of them, “and not want to touch them? There’s not another girl around our age in the village, civilian or ninja alike, who’s got anything as good as these. They’re perfect. Perfect, Naruto! And you think I don’t want to touch them!?”

Naruto’s eyes darted around, seeking escape from the sudden twist in conversation as Sakura glared at him. “Uh.. yeah, they’re pretty good. I... guess?”

“Pretty good? Pretty good!?” Sakura hissed as she sunk her fingers a little into Hinata’s soft flesh in her hands for emphasis to an accompanying whimper from the half-aroused, half-paralyzed-in-embarrassment girl that they were attached to. “Ice cream on a hot day is pretty good. Sleeping in on a rainy day is pretty good. But these? Look at their large size on her slim body. Look at how heavy they are. Look at how firm and supple the skin is between my fingers when I squeeze them. Look at how there’s no sag at all. Look at how perfectly formed they are. Look at how her nipples are jutting out, just begging to be sucked. Hinata’s breasts aren’t ‘pretty good’. They’re sage-damned flawless!”

Hinata groaned, her body slowly writhing in Sakura’s lap, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together as the other girl’s fingers lifted and caressed her breasts with a bold but equally tender grip. Everywhere she could see was a boy, every one of them doing as Sakura demanded and looking, no… they were straight-out staring at her bare tits as Sakura presented them and hefted them on display.

“S-Saku-ah!” the shy girl cut off her protest with a high pitched moan as Sakura tweaked the girl’s stiff nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

“Listen to how responsive she is, Naruto!” Sakura continued, her rage on Hinata’s behalf having completely overridden her common sense. She had gone through a humiliating hour of hell while trying to make the blond idiot in front of her see how great Hinata was, and she wasn’t going to end this day without damn well showing it!

Normally her Inner would have stepped in to mitigate her emotions but her secondary personality was equally as angry on Hinata’s behalf, as well as also being already overloaded from all of the embarrassment and humiliation that Outer Sakura had stamped deep down inside that day. Due to that, her Inner was currently in no position to balance out their personality. “Who in their right mind wouldn’t love to hear such cute gasps in response to every little thing you do to a girl?”

“Ah! Ah!” Hinata moaned as she subconsciously arched her back, pushing herself up against Sakura’s magic hands. Too caught up in the sensations coming from the other girl’s manipulation of her sensitive breasts to realize what she was doing, Hinata’s butt pushed off Sakura’s lap and rose out of the water, putting her aroused vulva and her exposed, peaking clit on display for all the boys to see. All of Hinata’s shy determination to not leave herself so completely exposed fled in the face of the overwhelming sensations assailing her senses as Sakura played her upper body like a fiddle.

Hinata’s eyes rolled to the side as she tried to look back at the girl whose grip somehow simultaneously managed to be both too firm to shake and too gentle to hurt, squeezing her enough to make her toes curl while cupping her with a level of intimacy that the touch-starved Hyuga girl couldn’t begin to process. She’d never felt anything like this in her entire life, and she had no idea what to do about it.

Lack of touch was something that Sakura didn’t understand, and couldn’t account for. While she may be an only child, she did have two loving and extremely self-assured parents who weren’t afraid to give their daughter a pat on the back or a ruffle of her hair or a firm and reassuring hug whenever their girl had needed it.

Hinata had never had any of that. The Hyuga clan was heavily invested in appearance, in presenting a calm face to the village to the point that they couldn’t even relax their stodgy, stoic standoffishness in the privacy of their own home. Hinata’s father did love her, in his way. But he showed his love by trying to make her toughen her up, to make her strong enough to eventually lead his large clan with its sometimes resentment-filled branch members, by trying to give her the skills to survive in the future when he’d stepped down or passed on. Even his harshest words to her had not been designed to destroy her self-esteem, but had been said in the hopes that it would inspire her to improve. He was not the kind of man to show his love by kissing her good night on the cheek, or hugging her, or even patting her on the shoulder while passing by. A firm but small nod of approval would perhaps be the highest level of fatherly praise that he would ever be likely to give out.

This upbringing had left the isolated girl with an extreme vulnerability to affection and touch. A vulnerability that Sakura was unknowingly exploiting with every movement of her deft fingers on Hinata’s defenseless flesh.

This weakness alone might not have been enough by itself to bring her so undone. Hinata had possessed a huge advantage when she’d fondled Sakura, thanks to her byakugan and her ability to see the exact pleasure points of Sakura’s body. Sakura had her own advantage, though: experience. Unlike Hinata, Sakura had masturbated before. More than once. Actually, more like quite a lot.

Seriously, she’d masturbated a hell of a lot. Ever since the girl had found out how pleasurable self-gratification could be, her fingers and her cunt had become best buddies who liked to frequently pass their time together.

She was, as Lee would have undoubtedly put it if he knew her nightly (and many mornings as well) practice of getting off, a Genius of Hard Work when it came to diddling herself. So while she didn’t have Hinata’s natural bloodline-gifted talent for finding the right spot, Sakura had more than enough experience with her own body to figure out every one of the other girl’s most receptive spots in a matter of moments.

And thanks to her touchless upbringing, Hinata was primed to be very, very receptive in pretty much all of her spots.

Sakura was so caught up in her need to hit Naruto over the head with a clue-by-four about Hinata’s attractiveness that she didn’t pause and think. She tended to get tunnel vision and stop thinking things through when she was riled up – usually this resulted in her punching Naruto after he’d done something stupid, but it turned out that there were other ways her single-mindedness could manifest as well.

It fell to Naruto, who was caught firmly in her challenging gaze, to gather the courage to say, “Er… Sakura? I’m not sure Hinata is going to survive this demonstration? I think she’s trying to surrender.”