One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ Get Out of My Video And Into My Life ❯ Very Good Odds ( Chapter 2 )

Get Out of My Video And Into My Life

Part 2: Very Good Odds

 

A One Piece AU Fic by Robster80

 

Disclaimer: One Piece and all of the characters taken from that series used in this fic are rightfully owned by Eichiro Oda, NOT by me. I write fanfiction for fun, not for profit. Also, this is going to be a Lemon/Hentai fic, meaning a X or NC-17 rating. If you're under 17, or dislike these kinds of stories, turn back right now and forget you saw this story!

 

Note: This is a Luffy/Nami pairing story. If you don't like it, please turn back.

 

 

“This is the place,” Luffy told himself, putting away the piece of paper showing an address and apartment number. He had been asked to help a fellow student with a report for Film class by his aunt, but the funny thing was that he hadn't been given any name whatsoever, just the address and apartment. Also, he had been told that this student was a girl.

 

“She must be trying to set me up again,” Luffy muttered while knocking on the apartment door with one hand. In his other arm, he held a thick math textbook and a small notebook that he used for math homework. His aunt also mentioned that this girl would be able to help him with his struggling math grades.

 

“Just a minute,” he heard a voice faintly from the other side. Luffy waited patiently while looking back down either end of the hallway. All he had to do was help with this report, he told himself, and get some tips on his math homework. Then, he could quickly get back home to his computer and log into IPal to try again with Nami. But he had to be patient, though; and keep his hormones in check. Yes, it was Nami's job to get hot and heavy in her videos for guys who visited her, but she and Luffy seemed to be more than just some guy and a chathostess. They were friends, at the least.

 

Footsteps came from behind the door, growing louder before they stopped and the doorknob turned. Luffy turned is head back as the door opened.

 

“Sorry to keep-.” The girl said, but then she stopped. Both exchanged wide-eyed looks; Luffy was staring at Nami, and she him. Somehow, he understood that Nami had only recently seen the picture of himself he had emailed her earlier that day.

 

“L-Luffy?!”

 

“Nami-?! YEEOUCH!!!” Luffy's arms reached down while his one leg lifted up for him to grab at his left foot. He had dropped his books in shock, and the heavy math book had landed corner first onto his foot. Of all the times for him to wear sandals instead of shoes. “Son of a-!”

 

Gasping, Nami snapped out of her shock when Luffy accidentally injured himself and started hopping on one leg. “Oh my gosh!” She quickly dropped down to gather the fallen books before she shot back up on her feet. “Come inside, I'll get you some ice.”

Luffy was led/dragged into the apartment and gently settled on the couch before Nami put down the books and ran into the kitchen. Two minutes later, she rushed back into the room carrying a small bag filled with ice and wrapped up in a paper towel, which she carefully places on Luffy's naked foot. “There we go. How's that feel?”

 

“A lot better. Thanks, Na…Nami…”

 

And once more, the reality hit them; an IPal chathostess and her favorite visitor were together in real life, face-to-face. An awkward silence fell over them while their faces were bright pink. They looked away from each other, especially Luffy as he had started to picture Nami naked like in her videos.

 

“So,” Luffy spoke first with a sheepish grin, “what were the odds, huh?”

 

“Y-Yeah,” Nami added, also giving a funny smile. “Us two, going to the same college. …But didn't… weren't you told my name at least?”

 

“Nope. …Were you?”

 

Nami shook her head. “Robin-sensei didn't say anything except that my tutor would visit me tonight.”

“She doesn't know… about your job, right?”

“Nobody on campus knows; I've kept it a well-guarded secret.”

 

“Well if she does know, my aunt didn't get it from me.”

“…Your aunt?”

 

“Nico Robin is my mom's sister. And this isn't the first time she's tried to get me together in a sneaky way with a girl, either.”

 

“I see. Well… it looks like she unknowingly did us both a favor; we finally meet face-to-face. And at least we can make up for last night. …Kinda.”

 

Luffy swallowed against the dryness of his throat, pondering silently what Nami meant by “making up.” “So… Auntie told me your report needed some revising.”

 

“Uh, yeah. She told me… and you said, too… you had trouble with… your math class. Right?” Her eyes glanced at the books positioned between them on the couch. Her eyes then strayed beyond her control momentarily to Luffy's pants, especially his crotch, which was a little tented. She wondered how long he was, but then looked away again quickly; now was NOT the time for her mind to be in the gutter.

 

Luffy had his share of sneaking looks at Nami's figure, which was mostly concealed in a tight tank top and mini-skirt. One thought kept persisting in his head; Nami was more beautiful, and sexier, in real life than on a computer screen.

 

“…I'll be right back,” Nami said as she shot up off the couch. “I'll go get the paper from my room.” She walked quickly into her bedroom and closed the door behind her, neglecting that her paper was in her school bag which she had left by the couch. Racing quietly to the window, she opened it up to stick her head out and deeply inhale the cool evening air.

 

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmyfreakinggod! He's really here. Luffy's really, really here! On my campus! In my home! Alone with me! …And he's more handsome than I dared imagine…”

 

Her skin felt like it was on fire, and an incredible heat was rising between her legs. Nami only felt this way when Luffy was in her videochat; he didn't even have to be horny at all, he just had to be in her chatroom and talk to her. It took all her willpower to keep herself from running back out there, jump Luffy, and get freaky with him.

 

“Focus, Nami. Focus, girl; paper first. Just keep telling yourself that - paper first. Paper first.”

 

Taking several deep breaths, and clapping her hands lightly, Nami strengthened her resolve, and went back out into the living room. “Sorry,” she said while smiling. “I forgot it's out here.”

“O-oh, really?” Luffy said, returning the smile with his own. While Nami had been in her room, he had taken the icepack she made for him and placed it on his crotch to try and cool himself off. As soon as he heard her coming back he replaced the ice back onto his foot. Despite his efforts, though, seeing her and once more realizing he was in the same building with his online dream girl restarted his erection. However, his mind turned to the paper that Nami handed to him, and he began to look it over.

 

“Bringing Up Baby, with Katherine Hepburn and Cary Grant. Good movie. …Uh-huh… uh-huh… Mmm-hmmmmm… Uh, can I be honest here?”

Nami stood in place, her eyes never leaving Luffy's body. “You've always been honest with me since we first met online.”

 

Luffy put the paper down. “Sorry, Nami… but that paper sucked.”

 

“Yeah, well… I told sensei that I didn't really like the movie, so it was hard to write about it. I can't seem to enjoy old black and white movies much, except for a select few.”

 

Luffy moved his ice pack and stood up, his foot no longer hurting. “That's a good place to start for the rewrite. What movies similar to the old ones have you seen?”

 

Nami put a finger to her chin, trying to think. “There's this one… my foster mother calls it her most favorite of their films. It stared three brothers named Marx and they were in a hotel trying to do some sort of play-.”

Luffy snapped his fingers. “Ah, Room Service! Good choice. That one and Bringing Up Baby were made by the same studio. Plus Katherine Hepburn can easily be compared and contrasted to the three Marx Brothers. Both had one or more movies that bombed back in their time, and today those same movies are considered classics.”

 

Nami listened to Luffy's every word intently. “You're definitely related to Robin-sensei, Luffy. Come on; let's go to my computer and get to writing.”

 

 

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Time flew by quickly for Luffy and Nami as they got to work on their respective tutorings. Luffy gave her ideas what to write about for her paper, using his suggestion to focus on Katherine Hepburn's similarities on film and in real life on the Marx Brothers. Nami in turn showed Luffy his mistakes on his math and assisted in his understanding of how to figure out the problems for his homework; she even made quick cheat-sheets for him in case he would forget what she showed him later on. And as they helped each other, they talked bit by bit about themselves and what they were taking up in school.

 

“By the way, Luffy,” Nami said, “I want to thank you for sending me your picture. You exceeded my expectations of how you looked.”

“Uh, you're welcome,” Luffy replied, laughing nervously. “I'm just sorry it took me so long to finally send you one.”

“That's okay. I emailed you back with new pics I made last night after you left.”

 

“Cool, thanks.” He glanced around the room. “I sometimes imagined being in this very room with you, Nami; but I never dared to believe that would actually become a reality. I feel like I'm dreaming.”

 

“You and me both, Luffy. Oh, how's your foot?”

 

“It's fine, see?” Luffy stuck out his foot, but away from Nami, and wiggled it a little. They were currently sitting on her bed. “It just has that red mark from where my book landed on it, but it feels better.”

 

“Are you sure?” Nami gently took his foot into her hands and began to massage the area the book had hit. “I feel bad that this happened because of me.”

“N-No, Nami, it wasn't your… fault…” Luffy watched as Nami focused on his foot while her hands rubbed and kneaded it gently. Her hands were so soft and warm to the touch, the warmth was spreading throughout his being.

 

“How does it feel now?” she asked, looking up at him.

 

“Very… nice.”

 

Nami's eyes fell on his crotch again, and noticed his erection pressing against his pants. She smiled; her massaging his foot was more than “nice.”

 

Luffy once more looked away, and noticed the time on her clock beside her bed. “Whoops. Looks like I missed the deadline again for… our session…” He frowned slightly; he had opted for an hourly session with Nami, and it cost him at least $250 for the hourly rate. At the least, he'd have that fee wavered for the next time he tried for a private chat since he missed it, again.

 

“Actually… you were early tonight.”

 

Luffy cocked his head back at Nami, who set his foot down and stood before him.

 

“Luffy… I've really wanted to meet you for real for a long time now,” she confessed. “You know you're not like the other guys I've had chats with in my video room.”

 

“That's… not really true. I mean, I found your link purely by accident, but I first signed on to IPal because I listened to my… thingy.”

 

Nami giggled. “Yeah, that's true. However… you took the time to get to know me first instead of letting your hormones take control. And you listened to me when I needed someone to talk to badly. I'd look forward to our chats every time you informed me when you'd be online.

 

“Also…” her face was red again. “Even if it was only cybersex… even if you're really… a cherry… nobody other than you made me feel… so fulfilled; so hot. That's why, right now…” Nami got on her knees and leaned forward; her face mere inches from Luffy's. “I want to be with you for real. I want us to do… naughty things to each other, for real.”

 

Heat filled Luffy's entire being, especially below his waist. Sweat was shooting from his forehead. His eyes were locked onto hers. “N… Nami…”

 

“Don't you… want to touch me, Luffy?”

 

“Yes… I mean, of course I do. It's just… now I feel like…I'm really dreaming.”

Nami moved back, smiling a little. “Well, I hope you don't wake up anytime soon.” Her arms crossed each other at the bottom of her tank top, and her fingers gripped the edges of the fabric. In a slow, seductive manner, she lifted the piece up, and up, until it came up over her head and she tossed it away, revealing her black lacey bra.

 

Luffy's already hard erection grew harder at the sight of Nami's semi-naked upper body. Forcing himself to swallow, he stared at her, both nervous… and wanting. “May… may I-?”

 

Smiling, and still blushing, Nami cupped her concealed breasts as if to show them off for her tutor. “It's okay,” she said seductively. “You can touch them. You can touch me… anywhere.”

 

A trickle of saliva escaping his open mouth, Luffy felt his hands moving on their own, reaching out in slow motion towards their targets; in contrast, his fingers wiggled slightly in anticipation. Just take it easy, Luffy. Do it exactly how you tell her you'd do it in your chats… Nice, and easy…

 

The apartment door suddenly opened and footsteps were heard. “HELLO, NAMI!” A loud voice was heard from outside the bedroom, one Nami knew all-too-well.

 

Both Nami and Luffy turned towards the closed bedroom door, and paled, especially Nami. “Oh shit,” she hissed, “it's Bellemere! J-Just a minute! Hit the books, quick!” Nami jumped off the bed over to her fallen top to throw it back on while Luffy did ad he was told and opened his books; making it look like he was working on his homework. Nami pulled the door open and stepped out to greet her foster mother. “Bellemere, what a surprise!”

A woman in her late 40's with pink hair done in a Mohawk and ponytail smiled at Nami. “Well, I was in the neighborhood, so I dropped by to deliver some goodies. You know how I worry you don't eat right.” She put down a grocery bag onto the kitchen counter and started to empty it. “I got you your favorite,” she said with a smile as she handed Nami a half pint of ice cream.

 

“Uh, I told you I was on a diet, right?” Nami asked, hoping she didn't look suspicious to her legal guardian.

 

“Just limit yourself how much you have… honey, are you okay? You look… apprehensive.”

 

“Uh, Nami? I can't figure this one problem out.” Luffy said aloud as he walked out, math book in hand along with a pencil. He stopped at the sight of Bellemere. “Oh. Hi there.”

 

Bellemere blinked at Luffy, taken by surprise a little. There was a boy here, in Nami's apartment? “…Nami?”

At least she didn't find him with me in the bedroom… “Uh, Bellemere, this is Luffy - I'm tutoring him in math, plus he's helping me tweak a report for my Film class. Luffy, this is my foster mother, Bellemere.”

 

Luffy bowed politely. “How do you do, ma'am?”

 

“Pleased to meet you… Luffy.” Bellemere returned the bow. She then smiled. “Ahhhh, you must be Robin's nephew I heard so much about.”

”Y-you know my aunt?”

 

“Yeah, she and your mom and I went to school together.” Bellemere walked up and ran a hand over Luffy's one cheek. “Oh my, you're more handsome than Robin told me.”

 

Nami fumed at this. Bellemere, despite her age, still like to flirt with men. Now she seemed to be giving Luffy her attention. “Luffy,” She said in a serious tone, “which problem is it you can't figure out?”

 

Turning, Luffy held out his book, pointing to the one figuration. “This one.”

“Here, let me,” Bellemere said, snatching the book from Luffy. “I taught Nami what she knows about math; maybe I can help.” Instead of pulling the book to her, however, Bellemere leaned forward while holding it out for Luffy to see. Leaning so, her small opening of her shirt was visible, exposing the valley between her breasts.

 

Deciding to stop things from going too far, Nami grabbed the book, closed it, and then returned it to Luffy. “Actually, Luffy,” she said, still serious, “tonight's not very good for us to be going over your math. You'd better go.”

“Aww, but he and I just met-.”

 

“It's okay, ma'am,” Luffy said as he quickly walked back to Nami's room to grab the rest of his things. “It's getting late anyway. Thanks for your notes at least, Nami.” Be gave a bow to each woman. “Good night.”

 

“Hold it,” Nami stated, making Luffy stop at her door. She snatched his notebook and pencil, scribbling something down quickly. “If you get stuck again, call me and we'll work something out.”

 

Luffy eyed the writing; it was Nami's phone number, with hearts on either end. “I will. And you can email me your papers for proofreading if you want.”

 

“Count on it.”

 

With a wave, Luffy left the apartment and walked down the hallway. As he moved further and further away, he sighed heavily.

 

“I was that close to her. We were THAT close to… aw, let it go, Luffy. It could have been a lot worse. Her foster mother could've walked in while we were doing it. You didn't even have protection, anyways.”

 

His eyes then moved to the number Nami had scribbled on his notebook, making him smile. “At least I got her number… but I won't abuse this privilege. …And Ace is NEVER going to see this.”

 

Back in her apartment, Nami glared at Bellemere. “Was that really necessary?”

“What?” Bellemere asked innocently. “I was just being friendly.”

 

“And you wonder why I don't bring any guys home with me.”

 

“Why are you so upset?” Bellemere then grinned. “…Have you been hiding him from me, Nami?”

 

“Oh please, Bellemere; I only met him today.”

“But he was in your bedroom.”

 

Nami flinched, but only a little. “O-of course; my computer's in my bedroom and he was helping with my paper.”

 

“Suuuure.” Bellemere gently tapped Nami on the cheek. “But he's a nice pick, my dear. You should be thankful I made you get that special implant last year.”

While she scowled, Nami silently agreed. Last year, before she officially started college, she had been forced by Bellemere to see a doctor and receive an implant that would prevent her from getting pregnant in case she would have sex during her college career. And Nami doubted Luffy had come prepared for sex given how neither of them knew they were going to even met outside of her video chat.

 

“But did you have to be THAT friendly to him, Bellemere? He's about half your age.”

“Nami, Nami, Nami… age is irrelevant when it comes to love; as long as one's target is of legal age.”

“That's sex, Bellemere.”

“No difference. Well, I just dropped by to give you those goodies. Oh, before I forget, what are your plans this weekend?”

Nami shrugged. “Aside from any leftover schoolwork and my evening job, not much. Why?”

 

Bellemere smiled. “Nojiko's got herself a guy. We're having breakfast together in town, and we'd like you to be there as well. Say, why not invite that boy who was just here as well?”

“B-B-Bellemere-!”

 

“Hey, it's only fair; Nojiko found her man, and you just got your own.”

“Luffy's not… he's…”

 

“But it would be unfair to Nojiko's guy if it would just be him and the three of us girls. There'd be too much T & A for him to handle alone. Besides, I'd like to know more about Luffy, and I know you won't tell me anything.”

 

Damn right I wouldn't tell you! How would I? “Bellemere, I met Luffy online as he visits me in a video chatroom to watch me undress and say naughty things while touching myself for him to see. While we sometimes have cybersex together, he and I are also close friends, though we only just recently met in real life.” NOT IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I TELL YOU OR NOJIKO THAT!

 

“We'll be eating at this place,” Bellemere said, quickly scribbling a name and address along with directions on a nearby piece of paper. “Be there by 8:30. And remember, bring Luffy with you. And if he can, have him bring another guy along.”

“…You are diabolical, Bellemere.”

“That I am. Good night, my dear.” And with that, Nami watched Bellemere exit the apartment. Grumbling quietly, Nami finished emptying the bag her foster mother had left her. All that was left other than the ice cream were a box of crackers, a cup of ranch dip, and, of all things, tampons. “God, how old does she think I am? 15?

 

“And why couldn't she wait until morning to pay a visit?” she added, nearly shouting in frustration. “Luffy's hands were almost on my body. We were finally going to get freaky… but noooooooo! Bellemere had to show up uninvited; and I just HAD to give her a key to the apartment, too.

 

“…Then again, it's a good thing she hadn't shown up just five minutes later. By then, Luffy and I would probably have been naked, and that would have gotten us caught for sure. Bellemere loves to tease me about being with men, but I'd rather not tempt fate like that.”

 

Slowly, she smiles. “But at least now I know Luffy is a lot closer to me than I ever realized; and he's got my number.

 

“And… inviting him to breakfast… sounds nice…”

Locking her door for the night, Nami went back into her room and, after printing her updated paper, got into her email account and started to write to Luffy.

 

 

End part 2

 

 

Author's notes: My apologies for the lateness in posting this chapter. It was done weeks ago, but laziness, real life and other things got in the way.

 

In all honesty, Bellemere showing up wasn't included in my plans for this chapter. However, the thought occurred to me “Why not have her hit on Luffy a little for good comedy?” And so I did it. So, was it funny? Yes? No? …Well, not all of my ideas are good ones.

 

Sorry for the lack of hentai in this chapter, but good things come to those who wait. Please read and review, and see you next time!