"You're still thinking of this like it's training when that isn't how it should be," she tells him, keeping a tracking ear on Hinata in the bathroom upstairs. "How can you not see this isn't good for either of us? For our futures? No, I cannot in good conscious encourage this any further."
"Than explain it to me," Naruto asks, desperate for clarity. "Why was it okay that night but not the next morning?"
Hearing signs of Hinata finishing, Kurenai attempts to make a deal with him. "If I explain why it happened and why it can't again, will you stop this?"
"I don't know," Naruto curiously states. "I'd have to hear it first."
"You don't have to hear it first. You can just agree," Kurenai states with mild frustration.
"But what if I hear it and I still don't stop," Naruto genuinely asks. "I don't want to lie and say I will when I won't know for sure until I hear it."
Expelling frustrated air from her tight chest, Kurenai simply agrees, "...Fine." 'Anything to end this,' she thinks. "But I'm not going to your apartment. Just come back here after you walk Hinata-chan home."
He happily nods before Hinata-chan returns and they have a light lunch, though Naruto is just as hungry after they finish their small bowl of salad. Kurenai and Naruto kept most of the conversation going but Hinata-chan smiled often and spoke twice. It almost seemed worth it just to see the girl be so brave against her reinforced and chronic insecurities.
For herself though, being around him, smelling him, catching him lusting over her, Kurenai couldn't help the warmth continuing to grow in her center. He even had to nerve to brush by her close enough to take in her scent. Her traitorous body easily recalls how this boy manhandled her and physically responds with rising sensitivity, radiating heat, and pooling moistness. Aroused, her body yearned for attention, though luckily for her, it didn't have to be with him.
Excusing himself to use the restroom before they leave, Kurenai wonders how much to tell the boy when he comes back. As the two genin exit her home and clear her white fence, she wonders if he would understand the yielding combination of being deeply hurt, being reckless and inebriated… How much she just wanted to forget her upsetting troubles… how much he helped her forget. 'Could he accept that as the reason she degraded herself enough to have so much sex with him?'
Even if he sprints, an aroused Kurenai doesn't expect him back for another thirty minutes, and rather than a shower to cool herself down, she walks upstairs to her room and pulls out her vibrator. On her bed with a pillow under her waist for elevation, she closes her eyes and opens her legs. Spread and comfortable as she was, Kurenai works her electric phallus in and out of her wet snatch with practiced ease. The loud buzzing in the air is ignored and her mind takes her back to her most recent sexual encounter. She lets her naturally analytical mind replay each moment, each position, each orgasm, easily soaking her pleasure-aid in her sleek juices as she feels the pleasure coil of her body grow more and more tense, threatening to snap in pure euphoria should she continue.
"Mnnn… ahnn… uh, uh," she mewls, coating the length of the vibrator as she fucks herself to that starving release. Kurenai can feel it won't be the best climax, but it'll more than take the edge off before he returns. Stuffing herself repeatedly she somehow recalls his smell more clearly, helping her transport sensations back to the time she was on her back and a thick, blond-bushed cock was fucking her like a wild animal. Feeling herself right on the edge, she stuffs the vibrator in deep when her walls clamp down, sending shocks of pleasure up her spine and brain.
"Oouuuuuughghhghgh," she moans loudly, releasing her toy to massage her stiff nipples and breasts and revel in the waves of pleasant sensation… that is until Kurenai bolts upright at the foreign feel of a rough tongue lap up her expelling juices from her quaking cunny. Quickly understanding who the blond head of hair between her legs belongs to, and the pleasure from his enthusiastic licking and sucking, she can only gasp, "wait!" before another wave of pleasure has her strong grip ripping at the sheets of her bed. "MMMMMMnnnnnnn, Oh, oh, oh, oh uhnnn," she moans as his clumsy tongue slowly allows her decent orgasm to subside. Though Kurenai is reeling in gratifying pleasure, she has enough sense to try and force away Uzumaki-kun's eager tongue.
"U-Uzumaki," she calls but as she tries to force him away, he's far too impassioned and pushes forward, either intentionally or accidentally, plunging his long muscular organ inside her sodden center. "Mnnnfff," Kurenai cries as the blond's mouth eagerly covers nearly all of her snatch, licking within and sucking without in tandem, making her arms weak and forcing another spiral of pleasure to build and coil in the base of her ecstasy.
"MMMNNNNN!" she feels the boy's voice vibrate her already sensitive petals, ripping out a deep moan of her own. "mmmmmnnnnn!"
As she grips his hair, she vaguely wonders why she hasn't stopped him, but the way her quim dilates with expanding bliss only just manages to delay any need for an immediate answer. She'll figure it out later. "Just," she gasps, as her mind says the rest, 'finish!'
With 'finishing' being her body's sole concern now, Kurenai plays with her left breast, pinching and pulling her pert pink nipple as her right-hand circles and rubs her clit exactly as she likes it. 'His tongue is weird,' her mind yells lovingly, and she focuses on his unique pleasure inducing organ. With his constant rough-tongue lapping at her quivering sensitive wall, and his mouth sucking and drinking everything she expels, it doesn't take her long to reach the edge of another immense drop.
"I'm almost... MMNN... I'm almost, cumminnnn-" Kurenai snaps her head back, her spine arching tight with blissful rapture, sending waves of pleasure throughout every humming cell in her hot and sweating body. Her thighs twitching is delightful as her pelvis gyrates uncontrollably against the boy's face. Her second orgasm is larger and more intense than the first, and she sees white for several moments as her body quivers and trembles deliciously, soaking in the velvety delight of oblivion.
Barely coming down from exotic devastation, she realizes Uzumaki is still lapping and sucking at her opening, desperate for more and keeping her in a constant state of euphoria. Still, with more clarity now, she pushes his head away with as much force as her twitching muscles can, which she hates to admit isn't much. Pushing Uzumaki's head away, she rolls from him and off the side of the bed onto very shaky legs. She actually has to brace herself on the dresser by the window.
"Nai-chan," she hears him call as she calms her breathing, quickly collecting her higher reasoning while looking to the blue sky out the window.
When she hears him step closer—without looking at him—she points and calls out, "wait!" He stops but only for a second, then actually hears his pants shuffling down. "Just stop Uzumaki," she calls one more time.
"Please, sensei," he weakly implores, voice thick with hunger. "Please, I need you so much. I just-" he stops and she hears more rubbing.
"No," she cuts him off, and yet again he takes another step forward. It's like he's incapable of thinking, so she calls louder, "stop-"
"Please! One more time," Naruto states, taking his painfully hard cock in his hand and jerking it for any stimulation. He quickly realizes it's not good enough. Only she can sate his hunger. His lust filled eyes are pained as he expresses a great need. "Just need to be inside one more time-"