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Eroninja: Little Black Book

Chapter 4: The Haunting Memories of our Time Together

AN: The events in this chapter which are set in the present take place during Chapter 71. The others take place during the period of time where the Training Force was in the Land of Fire.

A bell rung alerting Quistis Trepe that another day of class had come to an end. A fact her students had known for quite a while as they had quietly packed their belongings so that by the time it finished chiming her classroom was a ghost town. She sighed as she wished some of her less talented students put as much effort into their studies as they did in preparing to leave for the day so as to skip being given an assignment due to her tendency of losing track of the time. Moving to her desk the blonde kunoichi sat down and then reached into a top drawer on the side to pull out her secret guilty thrill which consisted of a plain looking notebook. However, inside of it were stories that often left the virginal instructor in a flushed state that had her rushing home to relieve the desires that arouse from reading them. In her more desperate times she had nearly given into the temptation to take care of her needs at the Suna Academy, but the mortification of someone hearing her in one of the stalls in the women’s room stopped her. Still, sometimes she fantasized about what would happen if some handsome man happened to hear her, and decided to help her. Or perhaps a ghost.

After all, that was what the notebook was filled with which was her notes on the Suna Paranormal Support Group meetings she chaired and had founded. In truth though the group had very little to do with real ghosts, but was meant to help the various women of Suna that had been members of the Training Force and found themselves hooked to the feelings that a man, whom she would have described as a pervert, had left them with. Quistis although she had not joined the training force had become aware of the Ghost when one of her students had talked to her like she already had found out. She suspected that someone had impersonated her in order to use her close bond with her students to get the kunoichi to open up about her experiences. The girl a kunoichi named Selphie had been mortified upon finding out that she had inadvertently confessed to her teacher, as well as to some stranger.

Still being the caring instructor that she was, Quistis had offered to council the slightly younger kunoichi. She had been mortified to learn that more than just Selphie had been molested by the pervert. She had stated that she planned to go to the Kazekage to have him start an investigation, but to her surprise Selphie had asked her not to. It had taken some convincing to learn why the Chunin had wanted to protect such a man, at least she assumed it was a man, but she couldn’t have possibly imagined that the reason was because the brunette had enjoyed the experiences. Nor that she had visited what she called the summoning circle multiple times of her own volition.

Quistis hadn’t wanted to sound too judgmental, yet admitted that she found the kunoichi’s behavior to be strange. Especially as she had the feeling that if Selphie could, she would gladly put herself in such a position again. Fearing that she had uncovered something sinister, but also wanting to also protect the kunoichi’s identities should she just be overeating, she suggested starting a support group for the women that had experienced the same thing as her. Selphie had been rather hesitant at first, since although most of the kunoichi that had been a part of the Training Force had shared their experiences, she was a little concerned about still appearing hung up on them. But, with a little prodding Quistis had caused her to warm to the idea by explaining that there might be others feeling the same as her, but were also embarrassed at still having such feelings.

Selphie had agreed to talk with a few that she knew had visited the summoning circle and to float the idea around. Thus the Suna Paranormal Support Group had come into being. Quistis would admit that her intentions weren’t entirely honorable as she felt the group would allow her to keep tabs on the various kunoichi and to monitor them. At first it had just been her and Selphie attending, but slowly they had built up the membership until it topped out at eleven members. Now though the group’s membership was slowly declining. Quistis supposed she understood why as the feelings and experiences began to fade in the minds of some of the members. Or, they simply found other people or ways to satisfy their desires.

Yet to Quistis’s surprise, she didn’t want the group to come to an end. After all, at first she hadn’t been able to understand why the women had so much difficulty forgetting their experiences. But after weeks of listening to their tales, and inserting herself in them, she definitely understood why now. The various women had made the encounters sound extremely sensual as The Ghost had taken his time to make sure the women had always left satisfied. Although, she had noticed that most of the women seemed to have longed to have experienced even more than just the Ghost’s fingers.

Quistis felt a shiver pass through her due to anticipating the arousal she knew she would be feeling soon as she opened the notebook to the section dedicated to the group’s first member, Selphie. Reading the tale of Selphie’s first visit she put herself in the Chunin’s Position as she let her imagination run wild.

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Selphie had approached the ruined Chunin Instructor exam building that the mysterious summoning circle was supposed to be near. From what she had heard about the location it had been destroyed when a rogue Chunin named Mizuki tried to get revenge on another instructor and his student. She had heard the tale from a kunoichi that had heard it from another that claimed to have been present when a Leaf-nin kunoichi had led them to believe she had just come from it, and although she had been rather scandalized by the idea. The smile that the woman had worn as she launched into the details of her encounter had planted a need to see if the experience could possibly live up to the promise held in the satisfaction easy to hear in the woman’s words.

Selphie found the circle inscribed in the ground which was made up of symbols that didn’t make sense to her. A few elements of the seal looked familiar, but the vast majority of it was over her head. Which if the rumors that it was binding a person’s soul to this plain of existence made sense to her. She felt a sense of concern about stepping into the circle as it could literally activate any number of different effects. But, still the temptation to experience what others had for herself caused her to step into it.

Almost immediately the seal flared to life casting the surrounding area in an otherworldly light. The effect almost made her feel like she had been transported to a place between life and death. It freaked her out slightly so she quickly stepped out and just as quickly the seal returned back to its original state. She took a steadying breath and stepped inside again. The seal reacted in the same manner as before and so she remained still for several moments. There was a brief flare of light and it startled her as she suddenly felt a presence behind her. Having earned a reputation of being clumsy she tripped over her feet causing her to fall out of the seal again. But there being another presence within the circle was confirmed as this time the seal didn’t stop glowing.

She felt a sense of foolishness at her reaction which made her consider bolting, but feared that would make her seem even sillier. Standing, she smoothed out her dress and then stepped back into the circle. The world returned to its otherworldly state as she entered and was rather surprised that there wasn’t anyone inside from what she could see prompting her to say, “Um, hello.”

She wasn’t too surprised when she didn’t receive a response, but still felt a little awkward at just standing there in silence considering what was supposed to happen. She remained motionless for several heartbeats, while trying to act nonchalant. She was about to ask if she was supposed to do something, but her breath hitched in her throat as she felt a subtle pressure press into her butt. She looked behind her, and felt a sense of nervousness at not being able to see who it was with her. Although, she had doubted the ghost story, and figured the person with her was using some transparency jutsu. She had never seen or heard of one that hid a person from sight as thoroughly as the one being employed by the person pressing his hand into her backside. She turned back around as her cheeks colored from the contact although she got the sense that he was using the back of his hand so hadn’t really groped her yet. She figured the gesture was to give her one last chance to decide to end the encounter before anything really began.

Something about it put Selphie at ease since she figured most people would just assume by her being there, that she knew what she was going to happen. But, the Ghost seemed to understand that her curiosity might have just gotten the best of her and she had acted without really considering the consequences. The pushing against her butt grew firmer letting her know that she was approaching the point of no return, although a part of her began to suspect it would only take one word to end the encounter. Selphie didn’t use it, prompting the Ghost’s hand to rotate and cup the butt cheek it had been pressing against.

The other hand circled around under her arm where it began to slide up and down her stomach. The Ghost pressed his face against hers using his nose to push her hair away from her ear. She let out a moan as he began to nibble on her earlobe and felt her nipples begin to harden. A heat began to spread from her stomach which began to travel down between her legs as a small damp spot began to appear on her panties. The hand on her stomach moved up and cupped her left breast causing a small gasp to escape from her. It turned into a low moan as the Ghost pinched her nipple while he placed a kiss where her neck met her shoulder. The hand that had been groping her backside traveled to her side and gripped the hem of her dress lifting it up her hips.

With hooded eyes, Selphie looked down as her panties came into view. She bit her lip once the Ghost bunched her dress so that it wouldn’t fall down, and then felt the tip of his fingers travel across her stomach. She gasped as the light touch faded just below her bellybutton, but then felt the palm of his hand as on her stomach his fingers slipped below the band of her panties. She gasped as the Ghost began rubbing his fingers along her slit prompting her body to produce more of her nectar which was quickly absorbed by her white panties. The material reached its maximum saturation and drips of her honey began to drip onto the ground.

“Oh…so…mmmm. W…why does it feel so good?” Selphie moaned as her head lulled back against the Ghost’s shoulder. Her focus was mainly on the feelings the hand teasing her kitty were creating, but she did notice the disappearance of the one that had been fondling her tit. But then the buckle that held the strap to her yellow battle dress came undone allowing her naked breast to appear. She groaned as the pink nub was pinched and rolled between the Ghost’s thumb and forefinger.

She began to pant as the Ghost began to vigorously rubbing her slickened folds as she felt a climax approaching. She tried to stave it off wanting to remain in the Ghost’s strong arms for as long as possible. But the inevitable happened when he pressed on her clit causing her to cry out as she creamed all over the Ghost’s hands and her fluids began running down her legs as her panties were unable to hold back the flood.

She collapsed against the Ghost’s strong chest and felt a sense of satisfaction that remained until he slowly pulled away. The circle flashed again telling her the man had disappeared leaving Selphie already looking forward to her next time visiting the circle.

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Quistis squirmed in her seat as she finished reading the details of Selphie’s first experience with the Ghost. Her hands rested on her thighs and she fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she fought against the temptation to pet her puss. She considered not reading another entry as her shifting had alerted her to the dampness building between her legs and would only grow worse. However, rather than close the notebook and hurry home to where she could read and indulge in the desires the stories inside contained she turned the pages to an encounter detailed by a different Kunoichi, but also happened to have been her first run in with the Ghost although she would start visiting him afterwards.

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Rikku adjusted the goggles that she wore as she studied the area where the Summoning Circle resided. The glasses were a prototype that she built from items that had been scavenged from a ruin that her people claimed as their own. Her tribe, the Al Bhed, was a group that called the massive deserts of the Land of Wind home. Unlike most of the tribes that lived there however, they were not prone to wandering. Instead, they looked for ancient ruins that they could both study and according to some loot. The latter description was why for the most part the Al Bhed were often treated as little better than thieves. But also because they had engaged in some rather bloody battles against the Shinobi of Suna in the early days of the current Shinobi Village System. As such there had been lots of bad blood between the Al Bhed and Suna which often spilled over into skirmishes. That came to an end almost twenty-years before when her father and the Fourth Kazekage signed a nonaggression pact. That didn’t mean the hard feelings had disappeared as it meant that they had often given each other a wide berth. Yet, the Fourth Kazekage’s son and who was also the current one, Gaara, had wanted to help foster a closer relationship with the Al Bhed. To that end shortly after assuming the position of Kazekage, he had approached her Father; a man named Cid, and had proposed an exchange of people. Her uncle had been rather hesitant to accept the proposal, but Rikku having long dreamed of having the type of adventures that she had heard were a daily part of Shinobi life had pressured him to accept. A part of her suspected that he had agreed just to have her out of his hair.

She was currently the only Al Bhed that had accepted the offer to learn the shinobi arts and was a Genin. At times she regretted her decision as she knew some among her people viewed her as a traitor for forgetting those that had died in the past. Not to mention, she got much the same treatment from the people of Suna as they also refused to let go of the past. That wasn’t to say that she hadn’t made a few close friends, one of whom she had noticed acting rather strangely as of late. It was a phenomenon that she had noticed was spreading among the kunoichi of Suna. Her friend was a Chunin named Sen, who had been one of the first people to reach out to her. She figured it was because Sen had also rooted for her future team member who had been a shinobi that had trouble using Genjutsu and Ninjutsu and had only been admitted to the Academy because of Gaara.
With her friends’ help the occasional blockheads that tried to mock her because of her Al Bhed heritage had become much easier to deal with.

Rikku hadn’t heard about the tales of the Ghost that were spreading through the female population of the training force. She had been too taken with enjoying the other new experiences that could be had while on leave or even from just exploring the relatively new terrain. She knew that many of the Suna shinobi or kunoichi were using the opportunity to sow their oats as it were. She had heard tales of how many of the local brothels, night clubs, or hostesses club were making a killing on shinobi away from the comforts of the places they knew.

But Rikku had been taken with the forests that she had found in the Land of Fire. Whenever she had been given free time to explore that was where she could be found, and that was how she had come to discover what she believed was the source of the kunoichi’s strange behavior. She had been out exploring one night when she had seen a kunoichi moving through the woods to the ruined building that she had discovered on an earlier trip. She had been rather curious mainly because the kunoichi, who she had recognized as Kashike, had continuously been looking over her shoulder.

Rikku had been a little surprised as she knew the brown-haired jounin was normally rather straight forward and blunt. She was also rather driven and where Rikku had joined the Training Force for the chance to meet new and interesting people. She had the sense that Kashike had done so in order to advance her career to the next level. The woman also tended to dress as a man, a habit that Rikku had heard that she had continued to from when she had been an Academy student. She had inquired as to why and learned that it was because Kashike believed women were treated unfairly in regards to their male counterparts. As such, she had tried to pass herself off as a male, and had succeeded until puberty had hit and thus could no longer hide certain assets. She wasn’t exactly top heavy, but the tried and true method of taping down her breasts had no longer done the trick.

Breasts, which Kashike exposed, as she pulled the A-shirt that she wore when not on duty over her head. Although it had been obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, as she tended to go without as a way to deny her gender, Rikku was nonetheless surprised to see her so readily exposing herself. She was further shocked as the woman didn’t stop until she was stripped down to her underwear. She then stepped into a drawn circle on the ground, which caused Rikku to wince as she looked away due to a light flaring into existence which blocked her view of the woman.

Rikku was curious as to what was going on so reached up to press a button on the side of the goggles. It switched the magnified view that she had been using to spy on the kunoichi without alerting her to what she called Byakugan Vision. The privacy barrier actually became denser due to the mode letting her see the chakra that comprised it rather than the effect it was giving off. She then began to adjust the rims of the goggles thus allowing her to zoom in and out as she tried to look through the barrier. She managed to look past the barrier, but frowned as her view kept flickering in and out making her recall the time she had caught her sibling Brother, and his friend, Buddy watching a porn channel that was being scrambled when they were kids.

The reason for the feeling was due to the times when things became somewhat clear she could see Kashike standing before a fuzzy outline of blue that vaguely resembled a man, but was hard to make out even when there were moments of clarity. She suspected it was because on top of the privacy barrier, he was using another jutsu to hide his identity. But in those clear moments it was easy enough to see what he was doing to Kashike as her breasts seemed to move of their own accords. She bit her lips as barrier scrambled the vision of her goggles again, forcing her to adjust them.

When it cleared enough for a moment, she saw that Kashike was now kneeling as she seemed to be riding something. She watched the woman slipped her hips forward and back frantically as she kneaded her own breasts. It was hard to make out due to the quickly shifting scrambled vision, but there were moments when things almost became clear. She leaned forward over the log she had been using as cover and marveled as for a few seconds things became much clearer as she could see that Kashike was lying atop of the blue outline. She cursed though as it quickly faded.

Rikku sat back and shifted a bit in discomfort due to her being alerted to a dampness beginning to soak into her panties. She bit her lip for a moment, before leaning forward to rest one arm on the log while her hand reached between her legs. She began to rub her mound through the material of the green shorts that she wore causing her to let out a soft sigh. Despite her not seeing anything but the occasional flicker of what was happening, Rikku’s rubbing became more insistent as her need for release became to take precedence. She remembered mocking Brother and Buddy, when she had caught them stating they were pathetic for watching a TV screen so insistently for a somewhat clear shot of a nipple or vagina. Yet, she could understand the draw of hoping for such although she was hoping for a shot of what the man Kashike was rubbing against must be sporting.

As she waited for another clear shot, she undid the snap of her shorts and slipped her hand inside to begin teasing her sopping wet kitty directly. She then slipped a pair of fingers inside her. She moaned freely as she began diddling them inside her as she caught an image of Kashike grinding her mound over the man’s hips. Rikku imagined what she was feeling especially as the Jounin reached back to grip the invisible man’s knees as she moved faster. Everything grew unbearably fuzzy, but when she could barely make out what was happening again she saw Kashike’s breasts seemingly floating in the air. A moment later an outline of the hands squeezing them appeared, before quickly fading out again as did the rest of the image.

Disappointed, Rikku didn’t let it slow her down as her need for release became overpowering. She buried the fingers inside as she let out a strangled cry as she was sure that the privacy barrier might be keeping Kashike’s from escaping, but wasn’t positive that hers might not enter. Her hand was coated in her essence as she sagged against the log while she panted and caught a sight of the woman she was spying on stiffing as she pushed her chest out while cumming. She fell forward, but then barrier blocked her vision again before it came down moments later.

Rikku switched off the Byakugan mode, to see Kashike panting as she lay on her back. She watched the woman sit up and look somewhat conflicted. Rikku couldn’t be sure, but she thought that while it could be shame, she didn’t think that was entirely it. She wondered if it was perhaps because she was taken with a boy Tsuchino. A boy that although she had hidden her gender, she hadn’t exactly hidden her desire to be with him. From what Rikku had heard, the object of her affection, Tsuchino, had actually been glad to find out that his friend was a woman, even though she had effectively been lying to him for years. She figured it was because he had begun to question his own sexuality as Kashike had likely come off as a rather cute boy. Still neither of them had moved into the officially dating territory although Kashike had sounded rather hopeful the times where she had talked about it. Yet, the way she was looking at where Rikku assumed the invisible man had been, she began to wonder if it truly was her childhood friend she was still imagining starting a relationship with.

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Quistis felt the fabric of her panties as she finished Rikku’s entry. Realizing what she was doing and that she had slid her skirt up while readying to do more; she quickly pulled it back in place. She then placed her hands on the desk, while willing them to remain in place. She succeeded for half a second and mentally kicked herself for giving into the temptation to pick the story up from another vantage point. As she turned to the entry where Kashike detailed what had happened inside the circle, Quistis spent a few moments reflecting on what she had learned about the woman during their meetings.

The first being that Rikku had been right about how the woman, who was now a member of the Suna ANBU division, had found her desire to be with Tsuchino foundering as she had become addicted to the feelings the Ghost had left her with. Quistis knew that was no small things as from a very young age Kashike had desired him, almost as much as she had wanted to be the first Suna Kunoichi to join the ANBU division. It was that dream that had led her to pretend to be a male for so long. A goal that due to the Suna ANBU having a policy where only men could join thus earning it the nickname the All Men’s Club, she had altered her Academy admittance papers to show that she was a boy. Naturally it was a ruse that had been discovered before she had ever been admitted, due to the background check the school officials had performed. However, the principal at the time had allowed it to proceed, and had even convinced the higher ups, which included the Fourth Kazekage. The primary reason Quistis knew was because the man viewed himself as a reformer of sorts, and while Suna much like the other shinobi villages recognized the strength of kunoichi, unlike the Samurai who tended to marginalize them.

However, the principle recognized that women were still trapped in traditional views in regards to advancement. Most shinobi, although they would never admit it, felt a kunoichi’s career path was to spend the time as a genin and chunin perfecting their skills in order to land a strong husband and then retire to start a family. Those that had the skills to rise to Jounin while still young enough to start a family were just considered more desirous then others. It was for this reason that the Suna ANBU Division refused to admit women into their ranks, since to them it didn’t make sense to spend money and time training a woman that was just going to quite as soon as she was knocked up. Those that refused to get married for that reason were also rejected as they were seen as not performing a core duty for the village. Seeing that they were damned if they do, or damned if they don’t, the Principal saw Kashike’s desire to become an ANBU as a means to break such a barrier. Pointing out her dedication to her goal to the higher ups, he felt that someone with that level of dedication deserved to be rewarded. Having been friends with the ANBU Head captain, he even made a bet with him that she would have what it takes while maintaining her ruse. The Captain believing she would tire of it, especially when she discovered boys gladly accepted the wager as it would net him a case of the highly illegal and prized possession of the Principal a case of Earthshaker whiskey from the Land of Earth.

Kashike though, never let her interest in the opposite sex cause her to waver, and the ANBU captain did eventually get a taste of the prize although it was to celebrate her achieving her dream. Quistis suspected it was for that reason she also officially started a relationship with Tsuchino, although it had quickly fizzled out. She knew a part of the blame was because although they had both been virgins when they first slept together, Kashike’s experiences with the Ghost had caused even the thrill of having her first time with the boy she had desired for so long to feel ordinary. She hadn’t talked down about Tsuchino, but it was easy to hear in her voice the man had while not entirely just concerned with his own pleasure, had been attuned enough to realize a lot of her cries were faked, as were her claims of achieving an orgasm with him. She had also explained to the group that although she had been prepared to overlook his lack of ability in the bed, hoping that he would improve over time. Which although not stated allowed, Quistis knew her settling was due to her belief she would never find out who the Ghost was. What had ultimately doomed the relationship had been Tsuchino proving he had the same mentality as a lot of male Suna-nin, that being despite her already achieving the rank of ANBU while he was still a chunin, he expected her to be the one to retire should they start a family.

Kashike proved that just because she had reached her goal didn’t mean she was content as now she was setting her sights on the ANBU Head Captain’s position. More surprising though was that she actually had a good chance of achieving her goal. She showed her dedication by kicking Tsuchino to the curb, which had damaged their friendship as well. Something that did bother Kashike, but she had explained that the reason she didn’t regret it was because a part of her believed that had she learned who the Ghost was, he would wholly support her goal.

Quistis found the statement rather suspect as she felt it was the ANBU romanticizing a person that was in essence just a pervert. That was when Kashike shared the story the instructor was searching for, which highlighted for the ANBU why the Ghost might have been a pervert, but his actions were for the women’s benefit more so then his own. Thus making it easy for her to believe that if she told him, that she wanted to be the first Woman ANBU head Captain, that not only would the Ghost support her decision, but he would be one of her most vocal supporters.

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Kashike stepped out of her clothes recalling the first time she had stepped in the circle. Her nipples hardened from the memory as her lower lips began to produce her honey in anticipation of what was to come. She considered taking her panties off as she knew they would be all but ruined afterwards, but she left them on to hopefully convince the Ghost to go along with what she would request of him. She knew it might technically be crossing a line as thus far, he had only ever used his hands to get her off, but today she desired more. Which although she wasn’t quite ready to part with her virginity, as she was saving herself for someone special, she was finding that the someone special was becoming a man that she had never actually seen.

She couldn’t explain why that was, especially as for so long her heart had been set on Tsuchino. But there was just something about being in the Ghost’s arms that filled her with a sense of contentment, almost like she belonged there. Something that the few times she had fooled around with Tsuchino since his learning that the boy he had been friends with was in fact a girl. A girl with a crush on him, something that he used to convince her to let him explore her body, which to be fair she took advantage of as well. But despite having given him a few hand jobs and even once had sucked him off, while he tried to get her off as well, she had drawn the line at actual sex. For that she wanted a real relationship and although he had at times tried to play the, “if you really cared for me you would,” card. He had always back down when she refused to budge, and always just before she truly lost her tempter. His insistence had often made her wonder if she was perhaps being unfair to him, which had made her nearly waver the last time. That was why when the rumors of the Ghost had begun to circulate; she had needed to check them out. A part of the reason was because she didn’t want to only have a single experience to judge whether or not she was being satisfied or not. The other reason and probably the bigger for her, was to see how another man reacted when he was just allowed to explore her body.

Needless to say, she had been blown away, which is what had brought her back time and time again. In fact, she had turned down a not so subtle hint from Tsuchino to fool around in order to do so. She had felt a little guilty which was why she figured that she had the distinct impression that she was being watched. But aware the privacy barrier would hide her from prying eyes, although if there was someone out there they had already received an eyeful. She knew it wasn’t fair to compare the Ghost to her potential future lover, but it was hard not to, especially as while in the circle all he seemed dedicated to was seeing to her needs. She had been allowed to fondle him through his pants on occasion, but when she had tried to free the beast being contained by the cage that was his clothes, he had always stopped her. The reversal of roles was extremely frustrating for Kashike which did give her a sense of what Tsuchino was going through, but she as a result of her times with her love interest when he had pressed, found it easy to respect the Ghost’s set boundaries. That wasn’t to say that she wasn’t interested in testing them though.

She stepped into the circle and the Privacy barrier sprung up around her. She began count down in her head, something she had begun doing in the hopes of figuring out who the Ghost was. She had hoped by keeping track of how long it took for him to arrive that she might be able to rule out certain suspects. Thus far it proved rather pointless since although he had taken as long as ten minutes or so to arrive at one point. It had only allowed her to rule out people that had been engaged in night time practice missions at the time. Although, she reasoned that a person with a clone technique might have been able to slip away regardless. Still, it helped her keep calm as on nights when the wait was long if she didn’t she’d work herself in a frenzy so that she ended up handling her relief herself until he arrive thus shortening their session.

Fortunately, that night wasn’t one where she needed to worry about remaining calm as she felt a back of a hand pressing against the cheek of her butt. She cooed contently in her mind as the Ghost started things off the way he always did which in a sense was his way of asking for permission to continue. He didn’t wait long as her multiple times visiting and the thong panties that she wore, so as much of her was exposed to him as possible, demonstrated she knew what was to come. She leaned back against him feeling that he was wearing a shirt of some kind. She also detected the slight bump of a stone of some kind. She closed her eyes as much from his beginning to roll around her breasts as to try to picture it. She could tell it was a sliver of something, but couldn’t picture any of the men that she knew wearing something of the sort. She frowned as she suspected if she could only see it she would be able to finally find the man it belonged to. But then she felt one of his hands begin to slide down from her breast to travel over her stomach. She grabbed it though and she felt the Ghost tense behind her. She feared he would bold so quickly spun in his arms hoping that if he shunshined or whatever the jutsu was he used to just appear that he would take her with him.

Hoping to calm him she said breathlessly, “I don’t want you to stop. B…but can we try something new?”

The Ghost didn’t respond, not that she expected him to as he only ever laughed in a perverted manner after bringing her to a climax or two. She figured it was a way to stay in character, and at times felt it was also him paying homage to someone. When the Ghost didn’t pull away, she took it as permission to explain so asked, “C…can you lie down? I…I want to mount you. I want to feel this hardness pressing against me.” She felt that her request was making the Ghost a little uncomfortable so quickly added, “Please, I’ll keep my underwear on and you can keep your clothes on too.”

Nothing happened for several moments making her feel disappointed, but then the Ghost began to pull her down with him. She straddled his hips and moaned softly as she felt his hardness beneath her. She began to gently slide against it dragging her drooling lower lips against it. She placed her hands on his stomach as she began rocking her hips back and forth over his manhood. She tried to at first picture Tsuchino’s face, but knowing the Ghost was quite a bit larger, not to mention much better with his lands she felt his presence would actually lesson the thrill she was experiencing at the moment. So she just let her mind conjure someone for her. It bounced around several times, even once picturing Gaara as despite her prior dislike for him due to an incident where his sand had nearly harmed her before his uncle had arrived. She no longer harbored any resentment towards him; in fact she had learned he was one of the people that had an interest in seeing her make ANBU. But then her mind settled on the Leaf Shinobi that had become close friends with the Kazekage. For some reason it just felt right so she went with the image. But Naruto was one of the people currently engaged in a night training exercise so even though she frantically was grinding herself against the manhood that she was pretending belonged to him, she really didn’t think it was. Still, having seen the way his Blue eyes lit up around certain females or the way he always seemed so supportive of them, she couldn’t help wishing that it was him.

The Ghost reached up and grabbed her tits causing her to let out a loud grunt of pleasure. She felt his thumbs begin flicking the pointy nubs at the end of her breasts. She reached back to grip his thighs when his index fingers joined in and began to twist and pull them. She began to move even faster as she felt her impending release growing near. A part of her wanted to stave it off, but her body refused to follow such a command. She pressed her mound down on the bulge which put just the right amount of pressure on her joy buzzer causing her to cry out as she went tense atop of the Ghost.

She fell forward as the tension fled to be replaced with a sense of deep contentment and relaxation. She breathed in her mystery man’s sent finding him to smell like the forest with another delicious aroma mixed in. She leaned in to enjoy his aroma more, but also because she felt overcome with a desire to taste his flesh. Her lips hovered just above where she guessed his neck was, and she considered giving him a love mark to help find him later. But, she knew he would likely not react well to it. Another reason she stopped herself was because she realized what she was thinking and that she was quickly losing her grip on why she had originally begun to visit the Ghost. While she had wanted to have more experience then what she had shared with Tsuchino, a part of her realized that it was likely the Ghost’s resolve not to sleep with her or the other women was because he might be meeting up with another woman afterwards. With that thought in mind she figured it was why he wasn’t pushy with his desires as someone else was taking care of them. She felt a spike of jealousy at the thought, but it helped her to roll off the Ghost to say, “Thank you. I… I think this will be the last time I visit you.”

“I understand,” the Ghost replied in a disguised voice before gently stroking her cheek. “Thank you for the memories.”

She was surprised as her eyes grew teary causing her to blink which was when the Ghost slipped away. She got to her knees feeling the warm ground where he had been laying. She suspected that should she visit in the future, the Ghost would not return so as to help her keep to her words. She stood feeling a little depressed at the idea, but shook it off as she still felt that she cared deeply for Tsuchino so didn’t want to chance his place being subsumed by a man who she had heard speak to her for the first time as they parted. She stepped out of her wet panties before leaving the circle and then quickly dressed. She took the underwear over to the ruins of the school and then dug up a spot to bury them. She placed a rock over it like a grave marker, before sending one last longing look at the circle and resolved to start a relationship with Tsuchino once she became an ANBU.

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Quistis finished the story and found that once more her hands had slipped into her lap. Her legs were spread out as she robbed the inside of her thighs bringing them closer and closer to the heat rising from the junction where they met. She closed the notebook as she felt her resolve to stop from doing something improper wavering. She made to stand, but her legs refused to follow her directions. She almost felt as if the book was beckoning her to open it again. She resisted the call for a few moments, before deciding one last story wouldn’t hurt as it belonged to the last member of the group. Since they would be having a meeting the following day, she told herself that it was a good idea to review it.

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Sen was a genin who hoped to be promoted to Chunin once the exams were held now that the Training Force was being dissolved. She made her way to the ruins as she thought about how she was sad that it was coming to an end. A part of the reason was she figured it would be the last time she could spend time with the man that had awakened her to incredible heights of pleasure.

The other reason though was she would be saying good-bye to her friends from the Leaf. She recalled facing them in the Exams that Konoha and Suna had held together. She had failed to achieve the promotion as she had in the several since. The primary reason she felt was due to Shira having made the leap from Genin to Chunin and then to Jounin. The exams since his promotion had been difficult enough without having a new team member to take the exams with each time. Primarily as the Team that had been consisted of her, Yome, and Shira had trained together since their days in the Academy. As such they had developed a deep trust in one another, but also had been able to cover each other’s weaknesses. Unfortunately with their strongest fighter removed even when they had been able to get past the first exam. Both she and Yome would be eliminated by the second as their teammates failed to properly mesh with the two kunoichi.

In truth, she had been considering giving up and accepting that she wouldn’t make it through the exams. She figured that with her Sandy blonde hair and brown eyes that she could easily find a nice young man to settle down with and start a family. A rather depressing thought as she had just turned seventeen.

But, she knew that in life people didn’t always get what they want. A fact she thought her friend Yome had learned rather harshly as Shira had changed after becoming a Chunin. He had become more driven and began taking missions that due to their lower ranks had left his teammates behind. He had acquitted himself well on the missions quickly rising to the rank of Jounin, but shortly after there had been a mission where he had been the only survivor. Yome had tried to be there for him due to her crush and when he had put in to transfer to the unit protecting the Northern Outskirts of the Land of Wind where his sickly parents lived, she had also asked to go with him as she had teased her about after their fight with Team Gai. But, Shira had gently turned her down, stating that she should wait until she was a Chunin as the Northern Territories could be rather dangerous due to bandits and the fact that the outpost was near the Land of Stone’s borders. Which, due to its close ties with the Land of Earth, was the place where most of Iwagakure’s spies and other units sneaking into Wind Country’s territory passed through it. At the time Sen had figured that Shira didn’t want Yome’s career to stagnate as while he was choosing to be stationed there for most of the Shinobi assigned it was a harsh punishment. It was thought that due to the danger that the Shinobi guarding The Earth Corridor as it was called faced, they would either shape up, ship out, or be dealt with in a more permanent fashion. However, Sen believed that Gaara had agreed to station Shira there to help end the practice confident that his drive and determination would rub off on the others.

Still, it had been hard to watch Yome come to realize that she didn’t have a place in Shira’s heart. Moreover, Sen was beginning to wonder if perhaps he should have been given more downtime after the disastrous mission which had happened near his home village. From looking into it, Sen had been surprised at how a team comprised of Jounin and Chunin had been decimated on what was expected to be a simple C-ranked mission. Granted, rankings could change, but Sen was rather shocked that a mission to find a merchant’s daughter who it was believed had run off with her boyfriend to join some cult could become such a disaster. Yet, according to Shira that was exactly what had happened, but rather than reaching the cult the pair had been taken by bandits. The Boyfriend had then promptly been killed while the girl had been sold off to slavers.

Yet, Sen found a few of the details didn’t seem to fit. Primarily, how a Bandit group strong enough to take out the team Shira had been a part of could be in the area, but Suna intelligence hadn’t detected it. Moreover, while Shira had been found among the corpses of both his team and the bandits, none of the dead bandits had amounted to much of anything. Granted, it could be a case of the truly strong bandits had let the weaker ones attack first to wear down the Suna-nin, before moving in and decimating them. But, she did find it strange Shira had been relatively unharmed considering the condition of some of the bodies. He had been found in an isolated area, making the investigators believe he had been knocked clear of the battle, but despite wanting to believe in her former teammate his current behavior was making it hard for her. For example, much as Gaara predict Shira was apparently a positive force for the Garrison he had joined, but he seemed to have grown rather distant from the people that had supported him the longest. It had heart her to see Yome get so excited about the recent letter she had received from him, only to see that it was written in someone else’s hand like he had dictated it to someone. Yome had quickly forgiven him though stating it was likely because he was busy with his duties having taken command of the garrison. Sen though had been a bit less forgiving.

But she pushed such thoughts out of her head as she came upon the ruins where the Summoning Circle was located. She felt her heart speed up in excitement, but it also left her feeling rather somber due to it being the last time she would make the journey. In many ways, she felt it was why she was reflecting on the distance Shira was displaying towards his old teammates. Yet, she tried to remember why it was she had become so fixated on the Ghost, which was that he had helped her find the resolve to continue on her path of being a Kunoichi. Not to mention had shown her pleasures that she could never reach on her own. Yet, while that had been amazing it was something else that had brought her back time and time again as she knew she had developed a crush on the man.

She thought back to what had first brought her to the circle, which was that several kunoichi having heard tales of the Ghost had dared each other to visit the area. Sen had spoken up stating they should just go and check out the rumors themselves as they kept upping the dare between them. This had caused them all too in turn dare her to go. She had blown them off, but upon being called a chicken had decided to prove them wrong. In the end, she had been so glad she did as she had never climaxed as hard as she had.

But, while that had been great, what had deepened her connection to the Ghost was one time when she had gone to lose herself in pleasure, but had instead used him as a friendly ear to help her through a rough period when her confidence had been at its lowest. She had told the Ghost that she intended to quit due to her inability to advance to the next rank. She hadn’t really expected a response as the Ghost never talked. He hadn’t then either but he had begun tapping on her back. It was a rudimentary code that most shinobi learned in the academy which was based on dots and dashes. It was a means to communicate in a prison type setting where people didn’t want their words overheard. He had told her, “It isn’t how many times you fail that matters. But it is your giving up that brands you as a failure.”

The words while those that she had heard from others in different ways had still nonetheless gave her the confidence to continue striving to make it to the next level. She figured that one of the reasons his words had carried so much weight was because he had dedicated so much time and effort to making her feel good.

But, there had been another person that was giving her confidence as well. His name was Naruto, and despite the fact that he had time and time again trounced many of the shinobi that he had faced, learning that he was also a genin showed her that ranks didn’t necessarily mean anything. She and Naruto had even begun speaking to each other and had begun to train with each other to prepare for the Chunin Exams shortly after her confession to the Ghost. As such at times she had begun to suspect that perhaps Naruto and the Ghost might have been the same person. However, seeing him with his girlfriend Ayame when she would arrange for meals to be delivered from her stand alone with other Konoha restaurants had dissuaded her of that belief.

Stepping into the circle she waited and when the blue walls of the privacy barrier turned to purple she knew that she was no longer alone. She had kept her back as close as possible to the barrier to prevent the Ghost from coming up behind her. She could sense his confusion as well as the fact that she was still dressed, although only in the red tube dress minus the mesh armor and leggings she normally wore along with it. She smiled as she said, “The Training Force is being dissolved tomorrow. I’m sure that I will not be your only visitor tonight, and that it might be against your rules. But just for today, can you…” There was a slight pause as there was so much that she wanted the Ghost to do to her. Like take her virginity, or let her perhaps finally return some of the pleasure that he had given her. However, she didn’t suggest it as she instead grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up to show off the wetness coating her thighs. She lifted the dress higher until it showed off the neatly trimmed Suna symbol which rested above where she was leaking as she continued, “kiss me down there please? I…I want to feel your lips on me.”

She wondered what the Ghost was thinking as up till then he had only used his hands to bring her pleasure, although from time to time he did chew on her earlobe a bit. She wondered if she had crossed a line, but then could feel him standing just before her. A moment later she was balancing on one foot as he draped her leg over his shoulder. She then let out a low guttural moan as she felt his tongue run across her slit. That moan quickly grew in volume as he demonstrated his tongue was as skilled as his hands as it danced over her flesh like a finger plucking at a musical instrument. Her hands tried to seek out his head, but they were intercepted by his hands which he then interlaced his fingers with hers. Sen figured it was because he didn’t want her accidentally getting ahold of a few strands of hair which she could use to identify him later.

She didn’t mind though, as her world began to shrink to a small bubble within her which as his tongue slipped past her drenched nether lips began to grow bigger and bigger again. She moaned freely and loudly as she ground herself into the mouth and chin of the Ghost while he made content slurping noises as he drank the fluids her body was producing to sate his ravenous thirst. Her grip on his hands grew almost painful as he withdrew his tongue and then clamped his mouth over her pleasure button. Swirling his tongue around it, he then pressed down sending her into orbit as she screamed out in euphoria.

Sen’s strength left her as she blacked out. She awoke several minutes later to find that she was no longer in the summoning circle, but tucked into the cot inside her tent. She smiled as she could still feel the tingling over sensitiveness from her release. But what caught her eye was a small flowering cactus on a small portable trunk she used to store her items. It was nestled among the others she used to gather the pollen that she used as a medium to trap people in her genjutsu. She recognized it as she had spotted it in the Yamanaka flowershop when she had visited it during her leave from the Training Force. But the rare cactus which was only found in the deserts of Southern Lightning had been well outside her price range. But now with it, she would be able to make an even more potent near odorless pollen which should cause people to fall even deeper into her illusions. She wondered if the Ghost had gotten it for her as a parting gift, but wondered how he would know as the only person that had none of her interest had been the Blonde Kunoichi that was working the counter. She picked it up and saw a small note tucked into the pot and opening it read, “This should help you make your desires a reality.”

The note wasn’t signed but she was sure it was from the Ghost, so smiled as she leaned back down placing the cactus on her chest. She looked at it contently but thought, “It probably could it only it could make me a love potion to make you feel the same about me as I do for you.”

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Quistis sighed as she rubbed her thighs together the small friction it generated hardly doing the trick, but was the most she would allow herself considering she was still in her classroom. Sen had managed to pass the next Chunin Exams which was lucky for her as there had not been another for going on almost two years. The reasons being varied, but mainly due to the difficulties that were arising in coordinating what was going to be the largest Chunin Exams in history due to Kumogakure joining the alliance. But there were other issues such as the recent chaos that had erupted in Konoha as a woman named Furofuki had put a plan she had in motion for decades into effect. Not to mention other incidents that had happened over the span of time starting with Pain’s Invasion of the same village shortly after the conclusion of the one that had seen Sen promoted.

She had then transferred to the Suna Intelligence Division, making Quistis wonder if it was to perhaps gain more information on her teammate, Shira. Her other teammate Yome was still a genin though so would be participating in the next Chunin Exams although she seemed rather intimidated by them from what Sen had shared during the groups meetings due to her not having anyone she was comfortable with to go through them.

Quistis felt could understand Yome’s feelings as she never even had a chance to join a team, so probably would feel similar if she were to be partnered with strangers for such an exam. Due to a unique bloodline ability that she possessed Quistis had never been allowed to official join a team to take mission. Therefore despite being branded as a prodigy, she had never actually gone on a single mission and had simply been granted the title of instructor.

Due to what some proscribed as being special treatment for her, she was also rather isolated from the rest of her comrades. So while she was beloved by a good portion of her female students, once they graduated and learned of her situation quite a few grew distant as well. Some like Selphie continued to stay close, but all in all, she felt hers was a rather lonely existence. That was another reason the Paranormal Support Group was so important to her, as it had allowed her to bond with several women while also living vicariously through them.

With that in mind she turned to a section that was dedicated to the latest victim of the Ghost, herself. Filling in a section about what she was feeling she wrote, “I should have known better than to read these stories in glass. But I just couldn’t help myself. All I can think of now is what it must have felt like to have his hands on my body. To feel the heights of pleasure that has enthralled several women long after they had last visited him. I… I’m growing so tired of simply taking care of my own needs. I even been toying with the idea of trying to recreate a scenario where they act as the Ghost as they ravage me. I think a few of them might actually consider it if only to see what it felt like to be him, just as I want to see what it was like to be them. I might bring it up in group tomorrow and see if there are any takers. Maybe we could take a trip to the actual sight, who knows it might prompt the Ghost to come out of retirement.”

Quistis closed the book, but still felt on edge. Seeing that her dress had ridden up again due to her squirming in her seat she was about to pull it down, but stopped as she looked at the pen in her hand. She bit her lips as a temptation took hold and as her reading the notebook despite knowing what its effect on her would be showed, she wasn’t doing very well with resisting it lately. Therefore, she spread her legs and using the rounded cap of her pen began to slide it over her drenched underwear. She didn’t moan as she began to use it to circle around her excited bundle of nerves that she was carefully not to stimulate directly. However, before she could go any further she shot a panicked glance at the classroom door as a knock sounded. Before waiting for permission to enter, the door slid open to reveal Yukata.

Quistis tried not to let her nerves get the better of her as she hadn’t been able to bring her dress back down so had instead slid herself as close to and under her desk as possible. She read Yukata’s face for some sign that she might have been aware of what she had been doing, but the dark-haired woman didn’t seem any the wiser. Steadying her voice as much as possible she asked, “What brings you here Yukata?”

Yukata looked slightly nervous, but for some reason Quistis felt there was something off about her behavior. She didn’t give it much further thought though as the puppeteer said, “Um… well from what I’ve heard you are running a support group for kunoichi with… paranormal experiences.”

The instructor felt a sudden thrill at the idea that somebody new would be sharing her stories with the group. Particularly since Rikku had confirmed that before entering the circle herself, as her curiosity had gotten the best of her that she had spied on Yukata several times. Trying not to sound too eager, the blonde woman answered, “Yes, that is correct, although our group covers only a specific period of time where these events took place.”

“Would it be during the time the Training Force was in the Land of Fire?” Yukata asked although her tone sounded as if she already knew the answer. But there also seemed to be a small hint of amusement as if she found the instructors attempt to be secretive amusing. She didn’t wait for Quistis to answer as she said, “Because, if so. Well I have stories that would leave you as breathless as the experiences left me. I would really like to share them with people that are feeling like I used to.”

“Are you saying you’re over them?” the instructor asked suddenly unsure if she wanted the woman to attend in case she helped the others reach a similar understanding.

Her concerns proved unfounded as Yukata responded with a grin which conveyed to Quistis that wasn’t the case, “If anything I’ve fallen even deeper. But, truthfully I think it is something that you and your group really want to hear for yourselves.”

“Well then please come back tomorrow, and meet with us in the gymnasium. I’m sure we’ll be able to help each other.”

Yukata’s grin grew into a smile which flashed her teeth as she said, “Oh, of that I have little doubt.” She then turned to leave Quistis alone, who promptly snatched up her notebook and threw it into her carrying case. She rushed home to finish what she had started before being interrupted and looked forward to what Yukata would contribute to the next meeting.