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Teach Me
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Sakura angrily kicked at the punching bag, unsatisfied by the thump it made. She repeated the kick, harder this time and the massive chain holding the bag up from the floor quivered and shook under the force. Gritting her teeth, she punched with her left, then right and gave a high kick to the chains, sending the bag tumbling and rolling across the floor.
The rain pelting the gym windows came in thick sheets and matched her mood perfectly. She was angry, but mostly in herself. And for the stupidest reason. That made her angrier and she kicked the punching bag, sending it slamming against the concrete walls.
She marched across the gym floor and snatched her water bottle before taking a few gulps. The gym had been empty when she got there and she was thankful it remained so. No one would be out at this time of night anyway, especially with the storm clashing over the village.
Why had she been so stupid? The thought circled her head again and she growled, wishing she could find something - anything- to take her mind off of her embarrassment. Beating a defenseless punching bag didn't help and she was afraid nothing would.
It was time to face the facts...she was a loser.
Ino knew it, Hinata knew it, and now she would have to accept it. She was fine being a virgin as long as Hinata stood by her side...but she and Naruto had sealed the deal a week ago and god only knows when Ino lost her virginity. Now it was just Sakura, and after last night, the word would definitely get out how much of a prude she was.
She had met a random guy at one of the bars on a girl's night out with her friends and they had given her their goofy thumbs up when he started flirting. It had been fun, but to calm her nerves she had drank probably too much. When he went in to kiss her...Ugh, she stood and slammed her water bottle back on the bench. It was too mortifying to think about.
Instead, she picked the punching bag up and hooked it back to the ceiling. She kept her chakra force low and worked on her stances and formations. For nearly an hour she worked, keeping her focus so intense on her workout that she hadn't heard the gym door open over the thunder and rain.
She spun on her heel, raising her leg to give a swift kick, but the sight of her former sensei standing ten feet behind her made her stumble and shriek. She grabbed the punching bag to steady herself as her scream echoed around the gym. "Kakashi-sensei! You scared me!"
Kakashi chuckled and held his hands up. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you, but I felt I might need to step in. You're beating that bag and the stuffing is coming out." He pointed to the bottom of the bag where the seam had busted and Sakura put her hand to her lips.
"Oh...oops."
"Any reason you needed the bag to die?" He dropped his gym bag by the benches and turned to his former student as he slipped his rain-soaked jacket off. Sakura shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest. Sure, she was imagining her own face on the punching bag, but she couldn't tell Kakashi that.
With a shrug, she walked to her water and sipped it again. "No. Just the usual anger that comes with being a mega loser." She muttered against the plastic, but Kakashi had heard. He straightened and cocked his head to the side, eyebrows creased in confusion.
"Who's a mega loser? You?"
"Bingo." She watched from the bench as her former sensei took the busted bag off the hook and tossed it near the wall. He grabbed a new one and hung it in its place, before glancing around it to Sakura. "Why do you think that?"
Ugh, she was so not about to tell Kakashi-sensei about what had happened...Sakura bit her lip and blinked up at the silver mop on top of his head. On the other hand, he did always have a way with advice. Still, she couldn't even think about the incident, let alone talk about it. At her hesitation, Kakashi stepped around the punching bag and crossed his arms over his chest.
Sakura averted her gaze and dug the toe of her tennis shoe across the gym floor. "I did something stupid. And now people think I'm a complete loser because I am one."
"That tells me nothing." He responded, taking a few steps closer.
Gods, she seriously didn't want Kakashi-sensei knowing she couldn't even kiss a guy let alone lose her virginity. "Last night, I went to a bar with some friends. There was a guy who seemed interested and flirted with me. I drank a bit much but he offered to walk me home, which everyone knows is just a polite way of saying 'let's go home and have sex'." She glanced up at him to gauge his reaction, but he simply nodded, as if he knew exactly what walking a girl home entailed. Ugh, pig. Shaking her head, she continued. "Well, we got halfway to my place when he stops me and pulls me in for a kiss...And I guess I was so nervous that I...I-I vomited on his face."
Several seconds passed and Sakura waited, staring at her knees for Kakashi to respond with some sage advice or wisdom. Instead, he threw his head back and howled with laughter. Huffing, Sakura snatched her gym bag and stomped toward the exit. Before she could even make it halfway across the gym floor, Kakashi was in front of her, both hands on her arms to stop her. "Don't go. I'm sorry I laughed. The mental image was just too good. Come back and sit."
Sakura rolled her eyes and dropped her gym bag from her shoulder, dragging it along the floor as she made her way back to the benches. She collapsed on it and folded her arms over her chest like a stubborn child being forced to eat her vegetables as she stared up at Kakashi. He took a seat beside her, wiping the remaining tear of laughter from the corner of his eye.
"That doesn't make you a loser. That makes you a lightweight that might need to go easy on the alcohol."
"Oh yeah? Well, pair that with the fact that I'm a virgin, the fact that boys talk, and you know what that makes me? A mega loser that will be a crazy, old cat lady who dies a virgin." She hadn't meant to spill all of her secrets to her former sensei but it was out and she could only sit and stare at the gym floor.
"Sakura." Kakashi sat up and looked over at her, his exposed eye looking rather sympathetic. "Being a virgin isn't something to be ashamed of. It just means you haven't found the right--"
"Guy? I don't want the right guy. I want a right now guy. I'm 23 years old. Do you know how it feels hearing all of your friends gush about sex and how amazing it is when you've barely been kissed? I have zero experience and when a guy does show interest, I end up puking on him, or driving him away with my craziness." She stood now, throwing her hands up in the air. She was on a rant and there would be no stopping her. All of the frustration she felt over the past few weeks upon hearing about Hinata's non-existent hymen came pouring out. "Last night was the first night in months that someone has shown interest in me. Do you know how that feels?"
"Kind of." Kakashi sat back against the wall as she paced the floor in front of him. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched her. Sakura scoffed at him.
"Oh yeah, you've probably had sex a million times. It's easy for you to say that I'm not a loser because you don't know what it feels like to be a loser. I'm sure girls throw themselves at you just walking down the street."
Kakashi laughed again and reached out to stop the girl from wearing a hole in the floor from her walking. He pulled her back to the bench. "Girls do not throw themselves at me. It's actually been so long that I've unofficially taken a vow of celibacy. It'll happen for you. You just have to be patient."
Sakura scoffed at that notion. Patience may work on 16 year old's who think they're ready for a physical relationship, but not for her. Patience went out the door when she became the last virgin in Konoha. A tiny part of her admitted that she was just horny, but she shook that thought from her head. She knew how to satisfy her desire for an orgasm. That's not what she needed.
She needed...physical contact.
She wanted someone to wrap their arms around her, pull her close to their chest, and kiss her until she feared she would go mad. She needed to feel someone else's hands on her for once, and maybe someone's tongue and other body parts...Swallowing, Sakura was glad she was wearing her thick sports bra as her nipples had responded to the thought of having sex with someone real.
"What I need..." She said, staring off through the double, glass doors of the gym. The rain had slacked a bit but still fell in fat drops. Lightning lit the sky in violet streaks, off and on. "Is someone I can practice on. Someone who can teach me all the moves without me being so nervous."
Thunder rumbled close by and the gym windows rattled ominously. Sakura glanced down out of the corner of her eye to where her former sensei was sitting, rather tense beside her. She could tell he was putting the pieces together in his mind. To be honest, she didn't even know what she was saying. It was an absurd idea, but he had taught her so much in her life, he was someone she trusted and someone experienced. And he had said he hadn't been physical in a while. "Sakura." He started quietly, but she wasn't quite ready for the answer.
Her stomach twisted tightly in a knot as her heartbeat galloped across her chest. She jumped from the bench and held a hand out to quiet him. "Don't answer me right yet. Just...Just think about it." He stared at her in disbelief, and she could see his jaw was slacked behind his mask. But, he did as she asked. He clamped his mouth shut and fell back against the wall behind the bench.
Sakura nodded and turned on her heel, scooping her gym bag up in her arms and shouldered it. If she stopped, she would tell him to forget it. No. She needed this. This would be the way she could turn her loser status around. With a small smile teasing her lips, Sakura pushed the double doors open and hurried out into the pouring rain.
AN- This is obviously just some nice, simple smut in multi-chapter form. There will be lots and lots of sex between our favorite people.