Sakura's Sexcapades

In comparison to her own room, Ino's room had always been so much more girly. And that was coming from a girl with pink hair. Ino's room was littered with posters and a fuzzy carpet. She owned a vanity for god sakes and throw pillows. Sakura could appreciate the throw pillows and vanity but the posters and fuzzy carpeting overdid it. Her best friend was ridiculous. Sakura's analyzing of her best friend's dreadfully intense room was interrupted by Ino's abrupt statement. "Forehead, if you don't get someone soon, you're going to die alone."

Sakura laughed, as she picked up a handful of popcorn from the bowl in between them. This girl could be ridiculous. Her laughed stopped quickly, however, as Ino held up a hand and her face turned serious. "Let's get drinks tonight. We'll dress you up, you'd have to meet someone that way."

Sakura frowned as she a small spot of her forehead seemed to pulse in response and it wasn't her chakra. She gently rubbed the spot and under Ino's speculative gaze, she disguised it as a temple rub. "I have someone," she snapped.

"Sasuke does not count. He poked you on that giant forehead of yours. Then left without you and when is he coming back?" Sakura opened her mouth to answer but Ino held up a hand, rejecting what was obviously going to be a pathetic answer to a rhetorical question. "Never. Or not any time soon. You could be dead before he comes back, Sakura. Do you want to die a virgin?"

Sakura flopped her body back on the bed, groaning like the child Ino made her feel like. She was the only one left out of her friends that hadn't had sex. Hell, Hinata had sex. Never in her wildest dreams did Sakura think the bashful woman would surpass her in her sexual endeavors. Hell, Sakura had only had a small handful of kisses. Not make-outs, kisses. For god sakes, she was twenty. Trying to think positive, Sakura remembered Sasuke would be back. He would be back and he would make up for all the lost kisses and sexcapades. They would get married, have kids and live a long happy life together. She mentally nodded to herself. "I won't. He'll be back."

Ino stared as Sakura like she had four heads, how could she possibly love a man who was going to be gone for a unknown amount of time? Hell, she couldn't even find herself fully committing to Sai because sometimes his missions were too long. Sakura had always been a little gullible and pathetic, but she thought they were past that stage in life. Ino mentally groaned, thinking back the sad puppy looking girl in the flower field. Baby steps, she reminded herself, baby steps. She opened her mouth, trying to sound as compassionate as possible. "For the love of god, Sakura. At least come out with us. At least find a nice plan b." She mentally shrugged, compassion was never her forte.

Sakura cursed herself mentally. Maybe a little practice wouldn't be so bad. Hell, she didn't want Sasuke to be repulsed by her inadequacy, right? That man hated inadequacy. A second part of her brain wanted to slap herself. Was she really trying to justify cheating on Sasuke? Well it's not cheating if you're not together, the first part hissed. Well aren't we together, she inquired back to herself. In your dreams maybe, the cruel part of her snapped. She groaned outloud and sat up. "Fine. Make it happen, Pig."

By the time Ino had her way with Sakura it had been about two hours and she hadn't even changed yet. Sakura went to massage her now tender scalp, but Ino wacked her hand away insisting Sakura would make it oily and gross with her hands. Sakura had to admit the curls did make her not-that-overly-large forehead look smaller. And damn, she hadn't known was contouring was until forty-five minutes ago, but it seemed to make it look like she was sexy, not cute. Sakura stared warily at the outfit, however. The dress itself wasn't technically too short, almost knee length in fact, but the slit went so high, Sakura was sure something was bound to slip out. Also, once she had wiggled into it, especially with a pushup bra, she could almost make out her belly-button. This dress was tight. Finally, Ino had chucked a pair of strappy black sandals at her. Sakura groaned, but caked in make-up and in a dress, that made it hard to breath, she supposed there was no going back now.