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Blondie	By : lyarrah Category: Naruto > Yuri - Female/Female Views: 5282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine and I'm not making any money off this story. But the story itself IS mine.

Chapter List
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This is set, in theory, in the Habits universe, which basically means all you have to know is this is post-Shika-owning-Hidan and takes place in a TemaShika and ChouIno assumed environment. The two couples are sharing a house at the moment, but no one's actually married yet.

This is part one of either two or three. I gave up trying to get it all done for now, and so instead you have a good (no seriously, I promise, good!) stopping point for this one and more to come.

I give you... well, several thousand words of senseless lesbian porn. (Repressed urges? Me? Never.)

Blondie

Ino didn't knock on the bathroom door before walking in, despite the fact that the water was running. Most likely it was Chouji, which just meant she'd have someone to wash her back for her. Shikamaru was out of town, so the only other option was Temari, and it's not like they hadn't seen each other naked before at the hot springs, so it'd be no big deal.

It was the latter, as evidenced by the feminine moan she heard from the shower.

"Feels good after a long day, doesn't it?"

There was a deadly silence in the room for far too long, and so Ino tentatively peeked towards the bath. One of Temari's sculpted tan legs was hooked over the edge of the tub, her back resting against the wall, and overall she was slumped to the point of almost laying down. That much could have meant she was just relaxing, or maybe shaving her legs, but then there was the rather conspicuous point of the shower head's hose pulled taught so that the head couldn't be anywhere but between her legs. And the sudden blush across the older blonde's face.

"Oh god," Ino started, spinning back around towards the door. "Sorry..."

Temari cleared her throat, shaking her head. There was a clunk that Ino guessed was her releasing the shower head and letting it hit the wall, but she didn't check or ask. "Yeah, it's pretty good," Temari answered almost sarcastically, causing Ino's own blush to darken. "Though I didn't think you were this kind of girl."

"I meant a hot bath, I'm so sorry."

The water sloshed behind her before Temari spoke again. "Don't worry about it. You're sounding like Hinata with all that embarrassed squealing." She sighed, and there was more splashing. "Expecting Chouji, I take it?"

"Yeah... Sorry..."

"Don't worry about it. I can wait. Besides, I could easily have done the same thing looking for Shikamaru," she grumbled something that sounded like 'if he were in town'. "Now quit that and come over here. I'm equally capable of washing your back."

"Really?" Ino turned around without thinking, and was met with every curve Temari had to offer clearly displayed before her, dripping wet and flushed from the heat of the water and hormones. She immediately averted her eyes again, trying not to steal jealous glances through her bangs. Sure, she had the body that made half the men in Konoha drool, but she'd always envied Temari's larger breasts and tan skin, and it was frustrating to have her flaunt it so casually in front of her.

"Of course. I've got hands, soap, and a loofah. What more do I need?" Ino laughed, managing to make eye contact but making sure to freeze her gaze there. "I'll do yours if you do mine, then everybody's happy."

The younger girl laughed again. "Fine, it's a deal."

She reached down and yanked off her pajama pants in one smooth motion, leaving her to her thong and sports bra. The whole getup was her standard sleeping clothes – or rather, what she'd been left in now was, as the pants were just an attempt at modesty now that there were four of them in the house.

An idea struck her.

It was time to make Temari jealous. She was Konoha's number one hottie, and she knew it, and Temari was about to too.

Each strap of her bra was slid down her arms one step at a time, first slipping off her shoulders and then pulled along each pale arm to slide off entirely. All the while, she was careful to keep the bra itself in place, her breasts covered aside from the apparent, though shallow cleavage. She smirked at Temari, who looked almost interested by this point – God, she's been around Shikamaru too long – and turned around to expose her bare ass. Kiba had liked it, Sai seemed halfway obsessed with it, and Chouji had even quietly called it sexy, so she even had confirmation that it was one hell of a butt, and that much she knew she had Temari beat on.

She started pushing down her bra from the front, though only her back could be seen. It was obvious when her breasts were freed even from behind, though, as their outlines could be seen on either side of her torso when she raised her arms.

Temari was definitely enjoying the view, but she wasn't about to let on. Especially not since Ino obviously wanted her to notice, but not in a good way. No matter how hot she was, it would be a little awkward to be caught ogling her house mate/boyfriend's best friend's girlfriend, especially when neither one quite "swung that way". Thus, it was time for inventive excuses.

"You coming before the hot water runs out, or not?"

Ino stopped dead in her movements, sighing in defeat. She promptly finished removing her undergarments and marched over to the tub – with a twitch of her hips, of course – and climbed in, closing the curtain behind her. Temari reattached the shower head to its holder, returning the stream to its path across the shower, then stepping out of the way to allow Ino to wet her hair down.

They showered in silence for a few minutes, helping each other wash their backs and hair almost wordlessly at first. Then Temari shook her hair out, spraying water everywhere and sending Ino into giggles. She snatched up a handful of water and threw it into the older girl's face once she'd started laughing as well, causing her to sputter. The water fight went back and forth for another minute, the bathroom echoing with their laughter and heavy hits against the wall and floor of the tub as they tried to dodge in the confined space.

Something inevitably had to give, and it did in the form of Ino slipping with a shriek and grappling at Temari to try and hold herself up. Quick reflexes from both girls kept her from falling, but the aim of their hands wasn't exactly the best. Temari's hand had hooked under the other kunoichi's arm, and one of Ino's landed on Temari's elbow. Thanks to the extension of her arm, though, the other hand wasn't so lucky, or was luckier, depending on the perspective. That one managed to grip a large portion of Temari's left breast, and rather roughly at that.

Ino stared for a moment. She started to squeeze but caught herself before she could, instead pulling her hand away and standing up. And nearly falling again in the process, but in the end she was standing and was not violating a foreign ninja of a higher rank and really that was the important part, wasn't it? Nevermind that it'd been rather soft, and while not as firm as her own, pleasantly bouncy, and-

She was not thinking that. Not. Thinking. About. Temari's. Boobs.

She was though. And probably staring at them, judging by the goddamned smirk on sand nin's face.

Dammit. Damn it all to hell. Or where ever. Somewhere that was not here where she was currently turning a lovely shade of red and noticing that Temari's nipples were not only a few shades darker than hers but also currently hard.

Somewhere where Temari's hand didn't randomly reach out and squeeze her own boob firmly, a smirk on her face all the while. Yeah, that place would probably be nice. And yet somehow, she was curious as to what would happen if she did stay there and didn't follow her instinct to run back to the bedroom and fast.

"There. Now we're even."

She had let go and turned back around, and for some reason Ino was upset about that but determined not to show it, because that would be weird, and probably perverted, not to mention gay.

Hot, too, but...

She wouldn't think about it.

Still. Not. Thinking. About. Groping.

She pretended to wash her face before turning around, trying to be totally casual as she grinned at Temari. "Mine're better," she proclaimed. Yes, that was it. Confidence and bragging. Temari had obviously done that because she was jealous of the younger girl's superior (and still improving!) body. Obviously.

Ino had forgotten that most every kunoichi knew how to play the game.

"Oh, are they now."

How was she supposed to answer that? It wasn't even really a question, it was just a challenge.

"Yes. They're perkier, first of all."

"Yeah, yeah, heard that a million times before, every time we're at the springs. Yours are the perkiest and most perfectly formed in Konoha."

"Well they are," she agreed proudly. "Nine out of ten shinobi agree that I've got the finest rack around."

"That's just because the men around here like underdeveloped girls." Ino's face contorted from smug to shocked to enraged in a matter of seconds, causing the other girl to snort in amusement. "I mean, sure, those are nice to look at, but the best breasts are the ones that're fun to play with. There's a reason Hinata hides under that huge coat – if the guys saw her rack, she wouldn't be able to keep their hands off her. I feel kind of sorry for her though... ones that big must be painfully heavy. Mine, though..." she cupped one in her palm, bouncing it slightly, "mine're just the right size. Big enough to be fun without becoming a hindrance."

Ino sort of growled. Underdeveloped?! How dare she! Hers were perfectly formed works of art; not even Naruto's Sexy no Jutsu produced a finer pair. She harrumphed, crossing her arms in such a way to push her breasts up even higher. "You just think mine aren't as fun because you're jealous. Mine are model material, while yours are the maternal version."

"No, I think yours aren't as fun because there's barely enough there to squeeze. Don't worry, though, you've still got a couple years left of puberty. You'll probably fill in, and if you're lucky, you'll even get a real ass in that time."

That was the final straw. Ino shook the hair from her face and played her final card:

"How would you know they're not fun, anyway? You've never tried any but your own."

Temari smirked at how wrong she was. While it was true that girls weren't her preference, she had never minded them either, which meant that a few incidents had occurred over the years. Tenten had asked her never to tell anyone, so she really couldn't elaborate on that, but neither Shikamaru or the girl they'd picked up that one night at a bar in Suna had said anything about shutting that up.

"That's where you're wrong, blondey. I think you're the one who hasn't had any but your own."

She had her there. While she and Sakura had copped feels on each other before, it was always jokingly or just for comparison's sake, never any real playing around.

It felt like another challenge, and Ino didn't like to back down from challenges. She glanced towards the door, earning a snicker from Temari, which she cut off with a pointed look.

"Is that a challenge or an invitation?" she snapped, cocking her head and hips.

The older girl stepped forward, trying to tower her three extra inches of height as much as she could. She half growled, licking her lips. "Whatever you want it to be."

This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. Yes, Shikamaru was out of town, and had been for nearly two weeks, so it was understandable that Temari was this on edge to jump whoever was available, but Chouji was in town, possibly even in the house, and here she was about to engage in mutual gropage with his best friend's girlfriend. Part of her said that it was a horrible, horrible betrayal, and that she shouldn't even be considering this, but the rest said that he didn't need to know, that it was always good to try new things, that this was nothing serious and they weren't going to go very far anyway, and that it'd be fun, and hell it might even come in useful on a mission some day.

She didn't get a chance to figure out which half was bigger before she'd been pinned to the side wall of the shower, a palm pressed against her chest and her head held back by her hair. She winced as she tried to settle her head into a comfortable position, then gasped as the hand shifted, dragging her breast in a slow, small circle.

Temari's hands were no where near as large as Chouji's, but they were still larger and more rounded than Ino's slender palms and fingers. There was obviously some callous there too, but she expected as much; Temari was definitely a fighter type of kunoichi, versus her own less physically demanding espionage role. Instinctively her hands reached for the back of the girl's head, her mind used to equating fondling with neck kisses, but she stopped mid reach and forced her hands toward the larger girl's chest.

Her breasts were warm and soft, molding easily under Ino's touch. She squeezed a few times experimentally, testing to see where her threshold for pleasure versus pain was. It was quickly obvious that Temari had a much higher tolerance than she did, which probably explained how roughly she was massaging her chest. It was oddly pleasant, though, and so she echoed the motions, squeezing and kneading the D cups generously.

Temari's touch seemed lighter with each passing moment, and it was rapidly making it difficult for Ino to stand still. The rubbing faded to a vague, feathery touch on her nipple, and she could actually feel the flesh tighten around it as she inadvertently gasped. Somewhere, very distantly it seemed, Temari was chuckling, and that somehow meant Ino was losing the game. She wasn't sure what the point of the game was, really; groping each other had seemed like a reasonable idea just moments before, and certainly still seemed appetizing at the moment, but she was suddenly aware that trying to elicit reactions from each other didn't seem like a normal competition.

She was also aware that they'd never actually said that was their intention, and yet it still had been her first goal.

And she was losing.

She'd spent her whole life making sure she didn't lose to Sakura at anything, and she wasn't about to lose to Temari, either. She had to try something.

One hand left the older girl's chest and grabbed her by the nape of her hair, pulling their mouths together forcefully. Temari grunted at their lips met, and Ino could feel her mouth curl into a smirk against her own as they fell into a wet, tangled kiss. While it was true that Temari obviously had much more experience with breasts than Ino, they were at the least par when it came to kissing, and so the younger girl quickly overpowered her within their mouths, finally earning a groaned response from Temari.

Naturally, she in turn redoubled her efforts, using both hands to tug and tease Ino's hardened nipples, occasionally tracing trails down the delicate undersides of her breasts. All the while, their tongues fought and tangled; both girls craved domination of the other, after all. It'd taken only two days of them all living together to establish that the men were at the bottom of the food chain, but the blondes had never arranged a formal pecking order, both simply assuming themselves to be queen-alpha-bitch. Somehow, they were fighting for that position now, once and for all.

Ino could feel herself losing again, unable to keep from letting out little whimpers at the way she was being teased. This wasn't fair; Temari had three years of life experience on her, so of course she knew what she was doing. Not to mention what she'd walked in on; Ino had hardly ever done that, but she knew from the things she'd found in cupboards over the last four months that Temari made a habit of it even now, despite the live-in boyfriend. No, she hadn't ever stood a chance in this fight...

But she was never one to go down without trying.

She pulled away from Temari's lips, a strand of saliva following her – which she promptly licked off. She took two deep breaths, steadying herself before diving at the other girl's neck, determined to lick every drop from the shower off the skin there. Slowly. And all the while her hands continued to squeeze her victim's breasts, pushing them together and finding the nipples with her thumbs.

If Temari wanted to tease her, then Ino'd just have to give her a taste of her own medicine.

If only it wasn't so hard to concentrate when her pussy already felt three times as humid as the shower around them.

Satisfied that she'd drunk all she could from her neck, Ino moved on to her collarbone, tongue lapping at the hollow there (and loudly, just to emphasize that she was winning now). She felt Temari's throat tighten beneath her lips and knew she was holding back more moans, so her lips pulled back, allowing her teeth to graze over the protruding bone. There was a strangled groan as Temari lost control of her voice for a second, followed by a harsh growl:

Playtime was now over.

Ino's hands were snatched away from their new toys, pinned by the wrists to the wall just above her head. Her back arched violently as lips descended to one of her oversensitive nipples without warning, enveloping it into the heat of Temari's mouth. "God," she managed, her fingers grabbing at the air frantically. If she really wanted to, she could easily get out of the weak hold, but right now she wanted to stay to see what Temari would do. This was so different from anything she was used to, anything she'd had from either Kiba or Chouji, and while she didn't necessarily like it better she was still enjoying it immensely. The power struggle they were going through, the way Temari seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and the fact that she had an older and much higher ranking girl restraining her and absolutely lavishing her breasts with attention. Both boys had made her feel beautiful and even sexy; the attention of passerby in the village did the same. But right now, she felt really, truly, hot.

Right then she made the mistake of opening her mouth and taunting the older girl about it, though. "See?" she gasped, shuddering when Temari suddenly sucked hard on one nipple before releasing it to look up at her. "I knew you'd like them."

Temari swallowed, licking her teeth pointedly. "The way you're panting, I'd say you're not in a position to accuse me of anything, Ino." With that, she played her next card, unceremoniously pushing the heel of her hand against the younger teen's mound. She chuckled when Ino's hips thrust forward, shamelessly slipping two of her fingers along her shaved slit, gathering the sticky juices dripping amongst the hot water.

"Look at that," she chuckled, holding the hand back at eye level. "You really do like this, don't you?" She stared Ino straight in the eye and licked her middle finger off in a long, exaggerated motion, completing it with a satisfied smack of her lips.

She started to offer the other finger towards Ino's mouth when she realized that she was looking away, her face bright red and glazed smile gone. She didn't just look embarrassed, she looked completely ashamed, and Temari knew without asking that she'd gone too far. "Sorry," she grumbled, standing up and letting her wrists go.

Ino bit her lip, unsure whether the sudden regret she felt was the result of hormones or just the fact that she'd forfeited the fight. The fact that Temari had the decency to quit so quickly gave her some relief, but she started to apologize anyway; "Me too, but Chouji... I can't do that to him. Above the waist is one thing, but sex..."

Temari wanted to egg her on, wanted to get her to keep going, but knew she shouldn't. Ino and Chouji had the sort of love that came with blind, permanent loyalty. Her own with Shikamaru was basically nothing more than an agreement that they'd always have each other to return to no matter what else happened. It wasn't right of her to mess with that loyalty, even if Ino had been enjoying it at the time.

Except that Ino was now kicking herself for opening her mouth. It had suddenly occurred to her mid-sentence that Temari hadn't intended for this little tryst to mean anything. Rather, Ino had walked in on a rather private moment and she was just trying to finish what she'd started. The whole round of seduction and games had been her acting out one big sexual fantasy, and one that Ino could admit to having had too at that.

It basically broke down to the fact that Temari was easily the most sexually charged girl in either Suna or Konoha and that she'd been forced to go nearly two weeks without sex for the first time in over a year, and that it was going to be most of another week before she got the chance. She could sympathize with that. In the last year and a half since they'd gotten together, there'd been at least a few occasions where either she or Chouji would leave on a mission for a week or more, resulting in them being all over each other once they were safely home.

And she knew (from the number of times Temari had arrived at the breakfast table with her hair askew and a victorious grin on her face) that she and Chouji were celibate by comparison.

Two weeks. She shuddered.

"...You know. I think it'd be okay, as long as you're the one getting all," her pussy pulsed once, reminding her of her own state, and she bit her lip for a moment and revised her thoughts, "most of the attention."

Temari turned back to look at her, the hand that had been pushing back the shower curtain pausing and twisting the plastic. "No, it's all right. Don't push yourself, I'm the one who came onto-"

Ino cut her off, "You need it. I can tell. You're more wound up than I've ever seen anyone."

She raised an eyebrow, snorting once. "You've never spent much time around Mr. Facepaint. At least I had the decency to wait until everyone else was asleep." She turned away again, her hand nearly moving away from the shower curtain but then tightening on it once more. "Or at least be more or less silent." Gaara never slept.

"No, really. The boys don't need to know, and it's not like anything could happen, so... I want to help you."

The shower curtain was pulled shut again as the older blonde licked her lips. "Something could happen, blondey. You could like it." Once again she towered over her, and Ino couldn't help but notice the flush still spread across her cheeks and the way her breathing still came in hot pants.

When her lips shoved against hers, pinning her back to the wall again, Ino could feel the difference in the kiss and it almost shocked her. This time Temari's lips weren't formed into a competitive smirk, but intead a pout, the desperation apparent in her slower motions and the heavy gasp she let out as she pulled away. Her teal eyes narrowed, peering at her from inches away, as her hand wrapped around Ino's slender wrist.

The younger girl swallowed hard as her fingers were pushed against slickened, well-trimmed curls, the heat waiting there intense and apparent. Her hand was shaking as one finger ran across Temari's slit gingerly, gathering the stickiness there.

Temari shivered, her eyes growing darker as she gave Ino's hand a harder shove. "What are you waiting for?"

Ino bit her lip and shut her eyes, blocking out the image of the panting face before her just long enough to gain her bearings. Her finger curled, sliding between her friend's outer folds and flicking across her swollen clit.

Immediately, Temari's forehead pushed harder against her own, a half-strangled squeak punctuating the movement. The finger moved again, then again, each stroke earning half a gasp and another twitch, the hand around Ino's wrist slowly beginning to shake as well. "Harder," she breathed after a moment, and their eyes met again as the younger girl tried to gauge how much harder "harder" was. "Quit teasing, you bitch," Temari hissed, "harder!"

The pure lust in the sand nin's eyes would have frozen Ino on the spot, but it was out of her sight quickly as she chose that exact moment to shove her into another kiss, one hand remaining with it's captive while the other held the pale blonde hair out of the kiss's way. The sudden attack was enough to convince Ino she should continue, and her finger pressed harder, slowly rubbing against Temari's half-exposed nub instead of simply nicking it as she had before.

That seemed to satisfy her for the moment, though her hips squirmed unsteadily against her palm. It was enough at least to convince Temari that she planned on continuing, allowing her to release her wrist and find other places to put her hand. It brushed along the smaller girl's body until it came to one still-hard nipple, attaching there and squeezing firmly before rolling the nipple between her fingers.

The game was back on as Ino moaned in response, her mouth opening wider against Temari's as she struggled to balance between breathing and frenching, vital as they both seemed to be. Her own free hand tried to keep itself occupied along the taller girl's back, but trying to move it at all proved too distracting; she just couldn't maintain her other fingers in motion at the same time. Eventually her hand reverted back to instinct, sliding into Temari's mess of dirty blonde hair, her nails digging lightly into her scalp.

Temari's left arm propped against the back of the shower, her lips freeing from Ino's and moving on their own will to skim her neck as Temari's head leaned weakly onto her forearm. "Good?" Ino asked, her finger still grinding into her friend's clit.

"Yeah... but..." she swallowed, panting against the rim of the shorter girl's ear, "try using two fingers. I can't spread my legs any wider right now, so just do what you can."

Ino nodded uncertainly, resting her cheek against hers before pushing another finger into her moist folds. Each time Ino's fingers passed over her bare nerves, Temari's hips twitched slightly, a whimper escaping her throat. The two fingers centered themselves over her sensitive nub, one pushing lightly on the smooth spot itself as they rubbed small circles. That constant stimulation proved to be the magic addition; Temari began to moan and yelp rhythmically by her ear, her head lulling uselessly between her head and her own arm.

Temari's hips had been thrusting against Ino's palm throughout, emphasizing each stroke of the girl's slender fingers and slowly pushing their bodies together. Now she was pinned to the tile by Temari's larger frame, and the back of her hand had been forced awkwardly against her own mound. It was slowly cramping her wrist but also causing her knuckles to grind into her clit with each rock of Temari's hips, causing her to groan lightly as well.

She'd been right... Ino did like it. She liked the almost pained, obviously surpressed noises breathed against her ear, somewhere in pitch between her own and those she was used to hearing from Chouji and yet nothing like what either sounded like, ever. She liked the softness of their breasts pinned together between their bodies, and the way her own breathing was slowly being dictated by Temari's own heaving chest. She even liked the way the older kunoichi's stubs of nails dug into her ass suddenly, squeezing the curve of her cheek and coaxing her hips to move as well.

Ino became aware of the high pitched gasps filling the air several seconds before she realized they were coming from her own mouth, the steady rocking of their hips and her hand effecting her nearly as badly as the larger blonde. Instinct was driving her to get her own pleasure back from this, and all she could think about was wanting more.

But she was supposed to be doing this for Temari, not herself. She'd set that rule herself. Her back arched up off the tile, forcing Temari slightly backward, giving her room to pull her hand free and wipe it along the slight curve of the older girl's stomach before trailing her nails back down. Almost immediately, Ino heard a growl of protest, but she quickly muted it with a quiet question sprung against her neck: "Where've you got your toys...?"

She thought she heard a gasp from that, though it might have been more of an intrigued noise – either way, Temari ducked down slightly, reaching to the small ledge the corner of the tub formed against the tile. "I was planning on using this tonight," she cooed, slipping the dong into Ino's slender hand, letting her feel its shape. The toy was rubbery, but still stiff in its shape, the slight curves giving way only a little to the press of Ino's thumb. A sharper curve at the end lay against her palm, in a shape she knew to be quite popular and for very good reason. The other end was a hard plastic, with ridges that her fingernails clicked over as she guessed it's purpose; this one was capable of vibrating. Shifting her grip, she turned the toy to hold it by the base as she brought it to face level, licking her lips as Temari's gaze locked on hers.

She didn't know why she was doing this. Licking and sucking on a fake dick like this, much less for the entertainment of someone who didn't even have one... But it was clearly having an effect on Temari, the sandnin shifting her weight to lean closer to Ino as she licked sideways down the shaft. She shivered at the way she was being watched, unable to keep her eyes open, able only to continue instinctively, holding it and lavishing it as though it were the real thing.

Rough fingers wrapped around her wrist again, jerking it backwards, large hips jerking against her own. She'd teased long enough.

The hand holding the toy dropped to Temari's ass, holding it tight against her firm cheek while the other hand wiggled back into her folds. She was so soaked by now that it was obvious the wetness couldn't be from the shower alone; she was far too slick, and the first of Ino's fingers found its way into her far too easily.

It was Ino's turn to gasp as she felt the wrap of Temari's walls around her middle finger. The texture was so similar to her own, almost indistinguishable, but at the same time there was something indescribably different. Maybe it was simply the lack of feedback from her own cunt as she moved around that finger, but somehow hers felt hotter, tighter, more alive than Ino's own. And then there was the quiet grunt that escaped Temari's throat, not even an inch from her ear. Her hips shifted as she stood onto her toes, rising up to allow the younger girl to reach her pussy more easily.

"I'm not fragile like you, blondie," she whispered, her tongue tracing along the curl of Ino's ear. "I'm built for fucking… let's see what you can do." The confidence and challenge was renewed in Temari's voice, though the moan that rolled beneath the words spoke of desperation the younger kunoichi could barely imagine; desperation she wanted to relieve her of for reasons she couldn't really understand.

She slid another finger in, curling both to rub along the front wall where she knew they'd be most appreciated. Still, Temari's all-but insults continued, egging her on, telling her to go harder and faster. Her mastery of speech despite the occasional pulses from her sex amazed Ino, who doubted she could form a full sentence in her own current position, let alone Temari's. But she decided to use her cohesiveness as a sign for how effective she was being; each extra gasp punctuating her sentences, each stutter, each growl that replaced a word forgotten out of passion meant another step in the right direction.

She pulled her fingers free from Temari's wetness all at once, her middle finger and nail grazing over her clit on their way up her stomach. Instantly, aqua eyes were open again, demanding a reason for stopping from the blue ones pinned in front of them. Ino's breath hitched in her throat from the sheer ferocity of the look, and in the moment of silence it was reaffirmed that the moans lost in the sound of rushing water were as much hers as her victim's.

Before Temari could demand attention again, the gentle hum of vibration could be heard, the rubber of the toy sliding along her hip to be pressed between her lips.

She shuddered.

"You like that?"

Ino had meant the question to be in the same argumentative tone they'd been practicing before now, but a shiver had run up her spine at the way Temari's eyes had rolled skyward, fluctuating her voice and making her sound genuinely concerned. Conversely, Temari was utterly unconcerned with answering, instead pulling at the younger girl's wrist again, pushing the toy to her hips more roughly.

"Good. Good," she hissed after a moment of grinding, biting her lip. Her hand jerked at the slimmer one in her grip and forced the vibrating dong further back in her slit. "Now, in me."

Ino's mouth opened in shock for a moment; that demand was one she'd never made herself of anyone, at least, not in that tone of voice... And she'd certainly never expected anyone to make of her. She took a moment to let the idea real over it before pushing the toy forward, angling it to catch Temari's opening and then pushing it on in. She let her forehead rest against Temari's shoulder, too nervous and aroused to look her roommate in the eyes while violating her for the first time; instead she focused on the sight of the dark pink dildo dissappearing beneath her - into her - and the way her own hand looked so tiny comparted to the one wrapped around her wrist.

The first few strokes were rough as she was met by some resistence, Temari's walls clearly gripping the toy tightly. The younger girl couldn't help but wonder if this was the first time she'd had something inside of her since Shikamaru had left town two weeks prior - she just seemed so tight, between how she'd been around her fingers and how the toy stuttered with each stroke. But surely Temari was sexually charged enough to do something about her... problem... a little sooner than this. She'd have to ask what the woman's secret was later... for now Ino was transfixed with the motion of thrusting the vibrator into her friend's pussy.

As the strokes became easier and more fluid, the blonde was able to more fully grasp her situation... specifically that the piece of rubber and plastic buzzing away in her hand was actually inside someone, and her fingers had been there moments before. She had put her fingers into another person's body, and in an entirely non-surgical way... and that person was hot, not to mention someone she looked up to... That understanding, coupled with her instinctive reaction to having something vibrating in her hand, was making it harder to breathe somehow, leaving her mouth to hang open in a pant as her hand moved faster. That, too - the movement was arousing in a way that screamed conditioning, since she was being turned on by the sensations in her hand and not the ones on her pussy. She could feel her pelvic muscles clench at the thought, pulsing in rhythm with every fifth stroke or so she made into Temari's body.

Ino shifted a little and whimpered as she felt her slick, bare labia and thighs slide against one another. It was torture doing this and not getting anything in return... She needed to get this done with as soon as possible so she could excuse herself to finish up.

...She wanted to masturbate. To the image of herself fucking Temari with a dildo. No, not even that... she wanted to masturbate while remembering what her friend's clit felt like under her tongue, what she tasted like, and what those breasts had felt like pressed against her own.

She felt a rough motion across her neck and realized it was the older kunoichi digging her teeth into her skin. "Sorry," she rasped, swallowing and putting on a cat-like grin as Ino met her eyes for the first time since penetrating her, "I just couldn't... have you getting... too distracted, blondie..." Her eyes slipped shut and the smile fell away from her face, replaced by an almost pained pout of enjoyment as the paler blonde responded with a rough stroke, pushing the dildo in until her knuckle rested against Temari's clit."Ohhh... oh, that's... that's the spirit," she chuckled weakly.

"...C'mon blondie..." she began again after two more equally rough strokes, her eyelids fluttering to show the whites of her rolled-back eyes. "Little Ino-chan... Make me cum... fuck me..." It was half command and half desperation behind her words as her hand slipped away from her friend's arm finally, reaching instead to grind her own clit with her index finger.

The motion suddenly seemed much more awkward, partially because she was no longer being guided to her target and partially because Temari's hand was slightly in the way from this angle. There was a whimper in her friend's voice that let Ino know that right now really was critical... so she decided it was time to go from a bit more of the direct approach.

Ino let her back slide down the tile until her firm ass rested on the narrow ledge at the tub's edge, one cheek nestled into the corner. Now she was almost eye-level with Temari's crotch, and definitely had a front row seat to the view of her pussy as they both worked to pleasure it. Ino wasn't sure she'd ever seen a pussy up this close before, but right now wasn't the time to be trying to get a better look... it was a better angle she needed, her hand switching around to pump Temari's twat from a different angle, her other arm instinctively wrapping around her friend's thigh to hold her still.

Somewhere above her head, the moans had died off into a series of quick, breathy pants and gasps, the sand-nin's breath growing more and more jagged as she leaned further over towards the wall. Her forehead and elbows rested against the wall, and Ino's cheek against her thigh, as Temari brought the leg that wasn't being hugged up to anchor her foot beside the younger girl's thigh, spreading her open more and giving them both more room to work.

This was where Ino's attempts at a shower had left her; pinned in the corner, nose inches from Temari's furiously wiggling fingers as she fucked her teammates girlfriend with a hot pink rubber cock, her own pussy soaked enough to make the ledge beneath her slippery to her thighs. And Temari was about to cum, and she knew she was about to, and this was nothing like finishing off Kiba or Chouji had ever been, because they didn't buckle over her like this, or let their breath hitch in a way that left her practically able to count down the seconds, because that sound was just so familiar and so close to the way her own throat dried up when she needed to come...

"Fuck," she heard Temari hiss above her, the straw-blonde's body tensing up and shaking slightly, the dildo suddenly almost impossible to move as the woman ground out the last second to her orgasm by sheer willpower alone. Then as the sand-nin's fingers pressed so hard against her clit that Ino wondered how it didn't hurt, her body jerked more roughly once, a sharp gasp filling Temari's lungs, before she began to twitch in a pattern that the girl knew too fucking well. Gods, it looked delicious the way she writhed above her in climax, the way she jerked again each time Ino shoved the dong back against her G-spot....

"S-Stop. STOP! Out, out, now!" Temari suddenly shouted, her stammer accompanied by her nails scraping across Ino's hand in search of purchase. Hazily Ino didn't move for a moment, too caught up in the fantasy of having a similar orgasm soon, before she realized what the older kunoichi was trying to tell her. The stimulation was too much now and Temari wanted her pussy empty again and she wanted it now, her vagina swollen enough with pleasure to provide a lovely full sensation on its own. Ino pulled the dildo back out a little too quickly, causing another sharp gasp from Temari, though it was followed by a placated moan as the girl gently wiggled her own fingers against her still-pulsing opening, trying to sooth the last remnants of that overwhelming orgasm. She watched in glazed fascination as Temari's fingers ran across her opening, her clit, between each layer of her labia, calming herself down with a satisfied smile plastered across her face.

"You're pretty good at that," she wheezed, her hand drifting up from her pussy to push Ino's hair back affectionately. "A little slower than I like, but not bad at all for your first time..."

Ino blushed, letting her hand fall free from its position near Temari's ass, though her cheek nuzzled further into her thigh, perhaps seeking a place to hide from the girl whose body and scent were surrounding her inescapably. "It was... definitely hot," she whispered back just above the din of the rushing water, though the word "hot" took on a moan she didn't want it to, though she still completely meant the noise.

Temari chuckled in that way only she could, the noise condescending but not insulting. "Your turn then, blondie? I can leave you alone if you want." She rose out from the wall, propped with one hand instead of her elbow, her fingers tracing the younger girl's shoulder.

She nodded a little, biting her lip as she felt the dong still vibrating in her right hand. "...Can I... borrow this? I've never gotten to use a vibrator before... Well I mean, not a dildo, only on my clit.."

"I was just going to offer that," Temari chuckled, licking her own lips as she watched Ino stroke the toy with her thumb. "Anything else you need...?"
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