For the first time in a long while, Nami, extremely attractive and into her early twenties, seemed incapable of maintaining a real formal relationship.
Dating attempts all had failed and the more time passed, the more frustrated she became, tormented by her sister's teasing words that reminded her of all her time as a single woman.
But as she opened the door to her house and discovered her two childhood best friends having sex, worries about boyfriends and sex lives melted away.
"Join in." Zoro said, completely naked, as did the young blond under his body.
And both Nami and Sanji felt themselves faint from embarrassment.
College certainly was neither easy nor cheap at all, and after a year of spending hundreds on a room with the size of a hamster cage, the cheapskate girl got fed up with it.
"Move with me." She said, sitting next to Roronoa Zoro, one of her only two childhood friends.
"No."
"Come on, you're as broke as me. Splitting the rent of a small place surely would be way cheaper of whatever you´re paying for this." Nami said, while looking around. They were on a fairly similar situation; Zoro's flat being only spacious enough to give room for the old sofa they were sitting down, a tv with his PS4, a flat mattress across the floor and an extremely basic kitchen.
The poor guy was working his ass off to pay his college career (the same as Nami and Sanji), and more than just wanting a roommate to share her bills with, she also wanted something better for him. They understood each other, the challenges of being away from their towns and families, employed in low paid jobs just to earn the everyday living: all while trying to keep up with homework, assignments and tests.
"Sanji already accepted, just come with us."
"If you have him already, what do you want me there for?"
"The rent is not that low but between us is quite affordable; and there's room enough for three, so…"
"I like being alone here, prefer having my own space." He said, not taking the eyes off the screen whilst playing Mortal Kombat. Nami leaned on the back of the sofa, sighing. The man was too stubborn for such an easy decision.
"You'll get to eat Sanji's cooking every day, what about that, airhead?" Nami mentioned, and soon the boy's head turned to see her face to face.
Bingo, she thought.
Being completely honest, Nami didn't expect less than a furious reaction from Vinsmoke Sanji at the fact that he had to share his new house with Roronoa Zoro.
"Nami-san, you didn't say a thing about living with the algae head!" Complained audibly the blonde male, at the sight of Zoro carrying his bags and boxes into the house, with the most unbothered facial expression.
"Sorry, I forgot to mention it." she grinned, but it was obvious for Sanji that she had not forgotten a thing. She looked from the kitchen counter, as their gazes meet momentarily, basically growling at each other. They behaved like fucking cats and dogs.
"There's only two bedrooms, where is he going to sleep?" reclaimed Sanji, hands on his hips and staring at the other young man.
"With you, of course."
"WHAT?!" exclaimed both of them at unison. She kept smiling while the two students engaged in one of their classic physical fights.
Obviously, they didn't have to share a room, since the guys organized themselves. They created a weekly schedule to see who would sleep in which bed on which day, and which day on the sofa bed that Nami had gotten at the local flea market.
The first to complain was Zoro, who, while not particularly angry about living with Sanji, claimed she lied about the supposed three-person space.
There is room for three people, Nami told him; there just aren't three rooms. But all in all, it wasn't difficult to fit three people in the small house. After all, it was the only house considerably close to campus and affordable, being that any other with three bedrooms or more than one bathroom would cost them close to five thousand dollars a month, which clearly none of them had.
Too late to repent and return to his old place, as it was already being rented to someone else (plus he had already told his father about his new place), Roronoa Zoro was forced to stay with his two friends.
And so was Sanji, who would never have turned down the opportunity to share any space or time with Nami, but was unable to imagine himself with the moss head, as he used to call him.
Nami didn't worry about it.
She had known the two young men since childhood, and as much as they liked to pretend, they detested each other in front of the other ninety-nine percent of humanity, she was able to understand the little emotions between the two of them. The ever-present tension.
They're always just about to make out, she told herself amusingly, every time she saw them fight over who was taller, who ate more, or who had the better grades.
It was that strangely special bond that the three young people had, which allowed them to have a fairly comfortable home life.
They divided up the household chores as they thought would best accommodate the three of them: the deal was that while Sanji would cook daily, or at least almost every day, his two roommates would always take care of the kitchen cleaning and other chores. The blond boy gladly agreed, always pleased with cooking for her (and even for the grass-head.)
Zoro took care of daily repairs and maintenance of Sanji's car, the only means of transportation they had for the three of them. Nami, on the other hand, took care of the rest of the chores, especially those that had to do with laundry, cleaning the living room and the only bathroom they had. Even so, she did not miss the opportunity to keep charging them for everything.
In that way, Nami came across six months of extremely pleasant cohabitation.
The three students didn't really spend too much time together, everyone's schedules being busy all day.
Nami worked part-time as a receptionist at an insurance company from eight o'clock until two o'clock in the afternoon, rushing immediately afterward to the T-University campus for her environmental studies classes.
Sanji spent half the day at a French restaurant, the other half at culinary school. Zoro on the other hand, spent the morning at school, studying for his degree in sports and exercise science, and the rest of the afternoon at a lowly job as a clerk at a convenience store downtown.
The vast majority of their interactions took place in the evening, when the three of them would arrive after their long days. But Nami enjoyed it.
They kept the house clean, debts paid on time, and at the end of the month, they could indulge in a well-deserved, small feast of fine meat and good quality alcohol.
"I thought those two guys couldn't stand each other." Was the first thing Nojiko said, before taking a long sip of her iced coffee. The sisters were sitting in Nami's favorite coffee shop; a small, modestly priced place, a few blocks away from campus. It was one of Nojiko's habitual visits to her sister, in the city where she had decided to study.
"We all thought so, but it's certainly nice to live with them." The young redhead smiled. She herself couldn't believe how peaceful her living with those two young men was. "All in all, I'd rather be in the house with Zoro and Sanji than to keep paying a fortune for that shitty apartment."
Her sister looked at her face, with a sympathetic look. Nojiko, who had preferred to pursue a college degree at her local college, understood her younger sister's problems with having to spend her time away from home. Nami might had been incredibly strong and intelligent, but in the eyes of her sister and mother, she was still a child.
And after nearly a year and a half, it was relieving for both of them to know that Nami was finally comfortable in one place.
"Putting aside the issue with your new house... How was your date with that Paulie guy?"
The redhead's brow seemed to instantly furrow, letting out a low growl between her teeth.
"That's not a good sign."
"It was so embarrassing..." she hastened to reply, hiding her face in her hands. "He complained all night about the length of my dress, I was embarrassed to be with him in public after ten minutes."
Nojiko laughed audibly, irritating her sister more.
"I'll never take Franky's hookups suggestions again."
"It's not just Franky's ones…" Replied the blue-haired young woman. "You can't seem to get along with any of the guys you've dated anymore."
The redhead raised an eyebrow, not fully understanding her sister's words.
"What are you saying?"
"Maybe you've already lost your ability to charm men." Actually, Nojiko was only joking, but she found it funny to tease her sister from time to time. "You haven't had a boyfriend for how long, a year or two?"
"Shut the fuck up! I can get a new boyfriend if I put my mind to it!" the upset girl replied to Nojiko's giggles, clenching her coffee cup so tightly that she almost spilled it all over the table.
"Okay, okay, I get it..." the young girl could barely contain her laughter, seeing her sister's red face and the vein popping on her forehead.
The rest of their evening went in the same old banter and conversations about Nami's acquaintances in their hometown.
Her wristwatch read six pm when Nami found herself in the driveway of her house.
Rubbing her sore shoulders with one hand from carrying her backpack and the bag full of gifts from her sister, she fumbled in the pockets of her tight pants to find the key.
She had texted Sanji hours earlier, saying she would be home late for sure, thinking of taking advantage of her one day off for the week to hang out all over town with Nojiko; only for her sister to end up saying she had to go home, busy with schoolwork herself. Although disappointed, Nami accompanied her to the bus station, to say goodbye and promise to do more next month.
At least she could rest for what remained of the day, perhaps sleep earlier.
And maybe stop thinking about her sister's words.
Nami had indeed gone eighteen months or so without a boyfriend, and while the idea of having a partner had never been her priority, she was inevitably frustrated at the thought of her inability to get along with any of her dates.
She would be lying if she said she didn't miss the dating, the dinners, the walks, the simple intimacy she could have with someone. And the frustration was only compounded after Robin got married and her own sister got a nice guy with money in her town.
Maybe she really was losing her ability to attract men.
And the worst part was how much she missed having sex on a regular basis.
She had managed to sleep here and there with attractive guys, even if the respective outings or relationship attempts had been a failure. But the last occasion had been more than half a year ago, a few weeks before she moved in with her two friends.
She was certainly starting to get bored of masturbating.
Wondering why such an attractive girl like her was unable to get a decent new boyfriend, she set her load down. As she reached into the bottom of her pocket to find the set of keys, she heard the thud of a pile of objects falling, probably hitting the carpeted floor. Immediately the recognizable cackle of Zoro's laughter was heard.
"Watch what you're doing, moss head!" she heard Sanji say.
It struck her as odd right away, being that as far as she was concerned, both of her roommates had work for that evening. They shouldn't arrive until about eight o'clock.
"Stop moving around so much then, you idiot." Zoro replied from behind the door, with an uncharacteristically playful tone.
And Nami opened the door that led directly into the living room of their shared house.
To say she froze was an understatement.
"What are you two doing?" was the first thing out of her mouth, at the unexpected scene.
Zoro stood over an agitated Sanji, on the unfolded sofa bed. Both naked, the blonde's legs draped over the other's shoulders. The green-haired man kissed and sucked the skin on his pale neck, while his pelvis rubbing against the boy's round ass.
Sanji covered his reddened face with his hands, moaning lowly between teeth, and Nami noticed Zoro's tanned hand, holding his hardened virile member, as he continued to thrust into the young man.
The moment was fleeting, barely lasting a few seconds longer before her two friends became aware of her presence. And such a sensual, intimate sight caused a burst of emotions in Nami's stomach that she had never experienced before.
She felt her face heat up and, on her crotch, a strange, pleasurable tingle.
It all got worse when the clacking of her heels against the wood floor alerted Zoro, who raised his face, and his piercing gaze made her burn even hotter.
"Hey Nami" he spoke with absolute calm, still fidgeting over his other friend, further frizzing the girl's nerves and immediately exalting Sanji.
"What-?! Nami!" the young man uncovered his eyes, instantly meeting a transfixed Nami less than two meters away from them. He was quick to pull away from Zoro, positioning his foot on his hard belly and pushing him away.
"Nami, I thought you'd be later...! This is not what it looks like, I assure you, we, uh..."
Still unresponsive, her brown eyes flicked from one face to the other, examining. Zoro, unperturbed, was rubbing the area where he had been kicked, still completely naked. Nami could appreciate the size of his penis, inwardly amazed by it and the perky greenish color of his pubic hairs.
Sanji naturally more modest, reached in a split second for one of the cushions strewn on the floor, covering his crotch very barely. He was just as sweaty as his friend and Nami did not avoid turning her attention to the traces of semen running over his abs.
"Ah, I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you..." Nami didn't even understand her own response, and from the grimace on her friends' faces, neither did they.
Probably if it had been Zoro or Sanji with any other girl (or man) fucking in the middle of their living room, her first reaction would have been to kick their asses out of the house, yelling at them to do it in a motel.
But to find her two best friends having sex like that... she felt like her head had just been restarted.
"Nami, are you okay...?" started Sanji, slowly standing up, without uncovering his private parts. The girl looked away, still embarrassed.
"Join us."
And both Nami and Sanji turned to look at the man, who was still completely calm.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING, WEED HEAD!"
"Aren't you always talking about how much you like her? Just ask her to do it with us once, it won't hurt..."
"What are you, a moron? How could you even think of asking Nami for that?" Sanji replied, totally defensive, but with a heavy blush spreading over his cheeks.
"I like her too; I really wouldn't mind if you both wanted to..."
"Shut up!"
Nami covered her mouth with a hand, completely speechless. It was all too bizarre.
Sanji looked like he was about to throw himself on Zoro to strangle him, while the other boy was showing his complete nudity in front of his friends, oblivious to their concern.
"I... I think I'd better come back in a while." The young redhead finally exclaimed, tossing the two bags on the floor, turning on her heels to dart out the door.
She could barely hear of the blonde calling her name, but no sooner had she set foot on her front steps than she bolted straight for the street.
Without her cell phone, only her keys and coin purse, she was not sure how many hours passed before she returned home.
The lights in most homes remained off, except for her own. Her walk home was illuminated only by street lamps and the occasional headlights of cars on the street.
With a cup of green tea in hand, she carefully opened the front door. Her hope of not immediately running into her friends had vanished as soon as she noticed the lights shining outside the windows, but with a cool head she would be better able to face them.
She entered with a quiet step, tossing her empty cup into the trash and placing the keys and other things she carried with her on the small table to her right.
"Nami..." she immediately heard her blond friend, who almost jumped off the couch to meet her. Next to him, Zoro (already with a pair of pants on), was drinking a beer quietly, watching TV. "I was worried about you... it's almost twelve."
"I'm sorry for worrying you." She replied, not showing much emotion on her beautiful face.
Sanji remained standing in place, refraining from approaching, while Zoro examined the body language of both.
And when the young cook opened his mouth to further excuse the afternoon incident, Nami stepped forward:
"Sanji... you wouldn't mind if I did... that kind of thing with you guys?"
Vinsmoke's eyes widened like saucers, totally shocked. Zoro turned off the TV and paid full attention to the girl, who kept her face lowered with coyness. The long locks of orange hair hiding her features, Nami looking down at her feet to avoid the immediate reaction of her friends.
"Nami... I don't know what to answer..."
"Of course, he won't mind." Mumbled the grassy-haired young man behind Sanji's back. His voice as serene as before. "He's too shy to admit it, but he'd be more than happy with it. And so would I."
She finally looked up to meet her blond friend's crimson face and Zoro's relaxed gesture.
She felt the warmth slowly creeping up her neck to her cheeks and ears again, and suddenly the room seemed much warmer. There was a light floral scent in the air and she wondered if they had lit scented candles for their… thing.
She replayed in her head several times whether what she was about to do was a good idea, but when Zoro smiled with all his teeth, with an expression she rarely saw him display in front of her in her life, her mind went blank.
Swallowing saliva, she discarded the sweater that covered her and hung it on the breastplate at her side.
She walked tentatively towards them, walking past Sanji to plop down on the couch bed, at Zoro's side.
"All right then." It was all her response and the last thing she said all night.
She closed her eyes, terribly nervous and took to listening and feeling everything around her. She wasn't sure if her words implied her intention to continue what they were doing, but she didn't have to wait too long.
Soon a calloused hand that she recognized as Zoro's slipped between her legs, under her pretty floral dress of the day.
"All right then." It was all her response and the last thing she said all night.
She closed her eyes, terribly nervous and took to listening and feeling things around her. She wasn't sure if her words implied her intention to continue what they were doing, but she didn't have to wait too long.
Soon a calloused hand that she recognized as Zoro's slipped between her legs, under her pretty floral dress of the day. Rough lips positioned themselves behind her ear and Roronoa murmured something into it that made her bristle. Long fingers caressed her vagina over her panties.
Moments later, she sensed Sanji sitting down next to her and another pair of hands, much gentler and gentler, began to stroke her. one split second later, the superior half of her dress was down to her waist, her pale breasts totally naked in front of them.
"As long as you're okay with this, Nami, it'll be however you want it."
Then he kissed her.
Actually, Nami never openly asked about it, but as things progressed between the three of them, the story of their two best friends came out.
Sanji told it to her one random day when the three of them were sprawled out on Nami's bed (the only one big enough to fit three people), Zoro already fast asleep next to her: summing it up as much as the blond himself did, Roronoa had had a secret crush on his young friend for several years and upon moving into his new house, he saw the perfect opportunity to propose. Sanji, who had felt the same way for almost the same amount of time, accepted without question, kicking off what they had then.
And what did they have? Sanji didn't answer; he didn't say something about "dating" or "romantic relationship" properly, but as he finished his cigarette after sex, stroking the boy's tanned cheek across the bed, Nami thought he didn't need to say it openly. They both understood, and so did she.
She didn't want to ask Zoro his opinion on the subject, fearing to cause a disagreement between the two boys. But the green-haired boy seemed just as okay with the situation as Sanji.
Nami would only tell herself that at least he was always right that the odd tension between the two of them was for a reason.
A world of intimacy opened up before her and Nami had no choice but to sink deep into it.
The first few weeks after their first occasion having threesome sex were extremely strange; the change in attitude of her two friends around her distressed her slightly, feeling so out of place.
Zoro immediately became much softer and gentler. The fights and arguments diminished greatly, and soon Nami realized that he no longer called her a "witch" or a "miser". He only used her name and complied with orders with a mild "Yes".
She had to get used to feeling caresses and affection from the young man that she never expected to experience from; his rough kisses (which she had to fix by forcing him to use lip balm), spankings when she was off guard and the way he stroked her back in gratitude or to cheer her up.
Zoro, who was never adept at physical contact even with his family, suddenly enjoyed putting his hands on Nami.
And Sanji... Sanji was much weirder.
Always aware of his blond best friend's amorous feelings for her, Nami never took them seriously because of his habit of flirting with any pretty woman who crossed his path.
But after their first time together, the redhead understood that those emotions towards her were much deeper. So much so as to share Zoro with her, and her with Zoro.
She heard him whimper slightly the next time he thrust inside her and Nami laughed lightly, wondering if something was wrong. Sanji laughed likewise in a voice choked with tears, Zoro comforting him from his position.
"Nothing... it's just that I'm happy to be doing this with you too." Was what he said. And something inside Nami shuddered, melting her slightly as she felt the boy's penis touch the deepest part of her vagina. For that alone, she let him ejaculate inside that day.
Although perpetually polite, Nami noticed that he became much more relaxed around her. Gone were the constant compliments for the slightest thing, but more sincere and real displays of affection. He was less insistent and more understanding. He would plop down on her lap, constantly asking if she was comfortable, or lay his head on her shoulder, enjoying the innocent touch.
He hugged her tenderly every day when he saw her and was more teasing with her. It seemed that he no longer saw her as some sort of superior person.
The daily dynamic with Zoro never changed, thought. At least not in front of the others and her. They still teased each other as always, challenging each other and fighting over the smallest thing, but always with that affectionate aura that only Nami could fully understand.
And while Nami could at any time feel like an intruder in something that started long before she noticed, both Zoro and Sanji reaffirmed their feelings long before she finally contemplated it.
Nami found herself quickly encountering love in both of them, the way they showed it towards her, and how they expressed it between them.
She loved the attention, being their priority when they were together, and was totally unable to resist it. She had craved something like it for so long. Not just the sex, but being loved by both with their unique forms.
She listened carefully to Sanji's soft declarations of affection, accompanied by Zoro's caresses, touching her devotedly as the blond sank inside her, slowly. She was the priority for both of them, and the orgasms came one after the other.
After she came, she liked to rest her exhausted head against Zoro's muscular chest, while Sanji slumped to the side. She would watch them kiss affectionately and then cover her with the same thing.
The first one to notice was Robin, naturally.
It was during the first day that the whole group of friends got together at everyone's favorite bar, to celebrate the end of the first college semester for the youngest ones in the group; they listened to Luffy, Chopper and Usopp's stories about the recent start of their school life and how they had to adapt to it.
They chatted as usual, laughing as loudly as they did, but Nami couldn't shake off the questioning gaze from her best friend. It felt almost like any other day, but something in the brunette woman's smile told her that she already suspected stuff.
Probably due to the noticeable change in attitude of the two young men towards her; Zoro much more delicate and less aggressive, Sanji more casual in his manner.
It was no secret to the rest of her friends that the three young students were living together, having already hosted a couple of gatherings and parties at their house, so everyone assumed that the three of them had simply learned to live together. Even Zoro and Sanji were slightly more polite to each other.
It wasn't the case for Nico Robin.
She didn't take her eyes off the three of them, examining every little gesture. She noticed the unusual smiles between them and the hands under the table touching Nami's thighs.
And when the young redhead rested her dizzy head from the alcohol, in the space between Zoro's shoulder and neck, Nami met Nico Robin's bright inquisitive eyes again.
She totally knows what's going on, Nami told herself, embarrassed.
Hours later, the bar was about to close and the group of colleagues decided it was time to go home.
The men in the group were discussing something about hosting a barbecue at Robin and Franky's house for the latter's birthday, which Nami took the opportunity to step away for a moment and check her cell phone.
Behind her, she heard the clicking of Robin's heels, and sighed slightly. She knew what she was going to ask.
"Are you dating Zoro?" came out of her mouth right away, not giving Nami a chance to speak.
The girl tucked her cell phone into her jacket pocket, turning to find the imposing figure of her friend. She did not have a judgmental look, but a genuinely curious one.
Nami immediately felt her face heat up and prayed Robin wouldn't notice the blush expanding over it.
"No, of course not!" the young woman replied, raising her hands in a defensive gesture. "It's nothing like that, Robin, we're just getting along better now that we live together..."
But from the serious look on her friend's face, she could deduce that she wasn't buying her explanation.
"Nami..."
"I assure you we're just friends, as it's always been, Robin. I don't even know why you're implying it." She continued babbling, followed by an unnatural nervous laugh.
But that answer wasn't enough for Robin, who had noticed the overtures with Sanji all too well.
"It's not just with Zoro, is it?" No, she didn't even think there was nothing going on with the green-haired young man.
"I don't know what you're talking about, there's nothing going on..." she continued to lie, but it was almost impossible for her to fool Robin. Her eyes were too obvious, and so were her extremely defensive mannerisms.
"Does Sanji know, or either of them?" she replied at once, without breaking eye contact. Nami couldn't stand it, turning her face away, as she felt her heart leap out of her chest. She could only manage to play anxiously with her hands.
"I would never do that to them, Robin." She bit her lip, feeling on the verge of bursting into tears from the crushing shame. She wasn't ready to confess the true nature of their relationship to anyone, not even her best friend. "They both know all about it."
Robin narrowed her eyes, wanting to decipher Nami's expression, hidden by her long voluminous hair and the dim light of the parking lot. She moved closer, coming within inches of her friend, who was still too embarrassed to face her.
There was no need to press her to keep talking, since the very sensation of being watched so intently by Robin hurried her to finish explaining.
"The three of us... we do things together." She didn't have to say what she meant by 'things'. "Please don't tell the others."
The girl raised a hand to cover her red, blushing immensely. All she could think about was everything she must be believing about them; how gross and weird they were for getting involved in something like that. The last thing she wanted was to ruin forever the image of herself and the two boys before their other friends.
Away from them, Sanji and Zoro quickly noticed the obvious stress Nami was under. They saw her covering her face, half-hidden by Robin's tall persona, and worried, thought about approaching to interrupt the conversation.
It wasn't necessary.
Robin's ever gentle hand lay on her shoulder, rubbing it affectionately. Nami uncovered the tearful look to meet the older woman's understanding face; she had always been so indulgent with her, almost motherly.
The other hand brushed her cheek, caressing lovingly and soon the woman's usual affectionate smile was upon her lips.
"I'm not against it, Nami." The dark-haired woman said. "All three of you are adults, and if you're okay with this, who am I to say anything?"
She enveloped her in one of her usual warm hugs, pressing Nami's face against her voluminous breasts, and stroking her back affectionately. The redhead accepted the gesture without squealing, happy to feel her friend's acceptance.
"I won't say anything to anyone until you're ready. But I'm just asking you to be careful with this; think things through carefully."
Nami nodded, wiping the wetness from her eyes as Robin silently waved goodbye. A minute later, she was getting into her husband's car.
With Luffy, Chopper and Usopp in the back seat, waving goodbye out the window along with Franky, to the rest of the boys, the car sped away from the place. Brook and Jimbei said goodbye to the three remaining friends as well, having decided to share a cab to return to their respective homes.
Immediately they were alone, two pairs of eyes were on her, intensely concerned.
"Are you okay?" was the first thing Sanji asked, bringing a hand to Nami's bare arm to stroke it. "What were you talking about with Robin?"
"You looked uncomfortable," Zoro completed, watching her with his usual serious gesture.
"She knows." Replied the young woman. Her friends didn't seem to catch the meaning of the words at first, so she elaborated further. "She knows what we're doing, the three of us."
The grimace on both of their faces changed to one of astonishment, but not worried to death as Nami had been just a few minutes before.
"Did you tell her?"
"No, of course..." she replied with some annoyance. "She kind of guessed."
She hid her face behind her forearm again, still experiencing embarrassment. It wasn't the unbearable one from the conversation, but from the fact that they had been obvious enough for her to find out.
It's Robin, she finds out about everything, she thought with some amusement.
The two young men in front of her looked at each other, fully understanding their girl's concern, and their own.
"Does this make you feel bad, doing all that stuff with us?" questioned Zoro to her.
"I..."
"Nami, if this thing causes you conflict, you don't have to go through with it." Sanji's calm voice came through, and Nami pulled her arm away to meet his eyes. She met his usual affectionate gaze, but with a hint of sadness in the blue eyes.
"The thing is, I don't know what to say. I won't know what to answer when people ask who I'm dating or who I'm fucking..." she said, rubbing her sweaty forehead and brushing away the orange locks that clung to her skin. Her stomach was churning, still anxious about the little argument.
"You don't have to say anything." Zoro's ever serene voice announced, drawing the two youngster's immediate attention. "I... we understand if you don't want to reveal it now. You're not obligated to do it if you don't feel ready."
Sanji smiled at his words, Nami still tense.
"The moss head is right. We can wait until you feel the time is right."
She looked at the benevolent faces of both of them, which expressed genuine empathy in their own way. Sanji smiling and Zoro as stoic as ever.
Nami closed her eyes again, feeling dizzy again from more than just the alcohol. She still didn't feel calm at all.
But as soon as the blonde's hand slid behind her back, all uneasiness vanished. Her fingers intertwined with Zoro's, who brought her hand to his mouth so he could kiss the palm. She could only let her head fall against the Sanji's shoulder, sighing noisily against the gray jacket he wore that night.
They arrived home around two in the morning. Nami felt herself falling asleep at any moment, but she couldn't allow it that night.
It was special.
They entered quietly, one after the other and immediately she heard the knock of the door closing, Nami began to undress. It was a unanimous decision not to turn on the lights for that occasion, the moonbeams being enough to slightly illuminate the room.
And as Zoro unfolded the sofa bed for the three of them, Sanji took it upon himself to unzip her tight black evening gown. Again, she found herself with the garment down to her waist, exposing large, teardrop-shaped breasts, the nipples erect and pink.
Trying to get rid of the heels and stockings, she heard the chime of belts unbuckling, and the dull thud of the other two's shoes hitting the floor.
From one second to the next, Zoro's hard erection was rubbing against her ass still covered by the black lace panties. He didn't even give her time to remove her pantyhose or her own shoes, when one of his rough hands went straight for her breast, pinching her nipple.
She leaned back against him, back against chest, enjoying the sensations of his muscular body rubbing against hers, as the other hand moved down to her already wet vagina.
She noticed Sanji stripping off his pants until he was down to just his boxers. His slender fingers positioned themselves over Zoro's hand, which was still rubbing her pussy vigorously. He could already feel the wetness staining the bridge in her panties.
Pale digits caressed Zoro's arm and the reddish hairs poking out of her underwear, over her mons pubis, his hand stroking all up to her belly, and the sensation of his fingertips touching her entire stomach bristled her hairs even more.
Pink lips spread wet kisses from her breasts and collarbones, moving up to her neck until Nami felt Sanji's hot mouth encircling hers, giving small licks at the corner of her own mouth.
Soon the tobacco- and wine-tasting tongue burst into her mouth, tangling with her own. Manicured, ring-filled hands closed around her throat as Sanji kissed her hungrily and Zoro rubbed her breasts and vulva. She moaned against the blonde's mouth, appreciating the difference in textures.
Sanji's hands were soft (perhaps more so than hers) and icy. Zoro's were warm and rough.
She felt the curly-browed boy's knuckles catch the nipple of the tit Zoro wasn't holding, tugging and squeezing it lightly. Nami sighed at the delicious mild pain of the cold metal rings crushing the soft skin of her breast.
Again, Sanji's hands slid down her figure, until they caught the girl's thick thighs to lift her out of the air, Zoro holding her from behind.
Their pelvises collided, and Nami sensed the blond boy's diamond erection against her sodden vulva, still covered by the panties. Without releasing his grip on her legs, standing in the middle of the darkened room, Sanji rubbed and grinded his hard cock against Nami's slippery pussy.
"Ah, fuck..." she moaned softly, just as horny as her two friends.
Zoro merely watched the sensual, soft movement as he continued to grope the girl's breasts. His eager mouth found his best friend's red-painted lips and he thrust his tongue deep into her throat, wanting to reach everything inside. Nami even enjoyed the intense taste of beer and liquor in his mouth.
After a while of fondling, they let the girl stand between them, narrowing the space. They continued to grope her, kissing every inch as Nami could barely stand, legs trembling with arousal.
They ended up lying on the couch, Nami still between them. Sanji launched into kissing her intensely again, and in an uncomfortable position, Zoro joined in the long kiss.
The ecstasy of three mouths eating each other made her burn like seldom before, and the four hands running over her from head to toe only made it worse. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Zoro gently slid down to the area between her legs.
Sanji decided to stand up, to finally pull down his own underwear and reveal the hard penis, aching with erection. Nami's first reflex was to take it between her fingers, admiring her friend's nice virile member.
She loved the differences between Zoro and Sanji too much.
While Zoro was that muscular, hulking athlete with the big long penis covered in pronounced veins and dark thick hair, Sanji was a delicate Adonis.
The hairs on his body were blond and thin, even those on his pubes, which Nami enjoyed touching. She wrapped a finger around one of those curly golden hairs, before pinching the pink glans. His penis was smaller than Zoro's, but the difference was minimal. What differed most was the pale color and the pinkness.
He squeezed it again, and Sanji's high-pitched moan sounded like glory to her. One last lustful look into his eyes and the erect penis was fully inside her mouth.
On his side, Roronoa had slid off the soaked panties, to find the lovely wet pussy, framed by reddish hair. He ran his tongue over the outer lips, sucking on them and enjoying the way her legs squeezed his head each time he approached her special spots.
He continued sucking along the vulva, delighting in the taste of her slimy vaginal fluids, until finally he pushed his tongue fully into her vagina, burying his nose against the bed of curly hairs.
Nami could barely utter a stifled little noise, as Sanji's hard cock pushed all the way down her throat; the boy's hands affectionately stroking her orange hair and moaning audibly.
She caught Zoro turning to look at Sanji every time he sighed or cursed between his teeth, and she knew he was just as turned on by the blonde's moans as she was. That still didn't distract him from continuing to eat Nami's pussy, finally reaching the erect clit to lick and suck it delicately.
He ran his tongue in circles over it, moving his hand up to the crotch to slip two fingers into the slippery vagina.
Nami kept sucking and licking the man's penis, lovingly caressing Sanji's perfect ass, narrow waist, belly and worked legs that she adored so much. She felt like she was touching a Greek sculpture, enraptured by her friend's physical beauty.
His gorgeous face glistened with sweat, due to the hot night and dirty activities, while his golden locks sticked to the damp skin.
She saw stars as Zoro's mouth work finally made her cum, at the same time as her own tongue tasted Sanji's sweet semen, pouring it into her mouth during his own orgasm. She swallowed it without a whimper.
With both of them breathing heavily, Zoro got into position: he lifted the girl's long legs, placing both of them on his rollers as he held his aching cock with one hand, sliding up and down into the girl's lubricated pussy. Nami shuddered hard, immediately sensing his cock teasing the outside of her vulva, and almost shrieked as he penetrated her deeply.
The green-haired man was not delicate at all and decided to push all the way into her, their pelvises completely together.
"Come here" he called Sanji in a thick voice, who found himself kissing the young gal. The blond guy disregarded Nami to move closer to the other young man and their two mouths met in a tender kiss that she did not envy.
Starting to move and ramming into her friend, the long kiss between the two men did not stop. Sanji wrapped his arms around his shoulders, kissing him even as he was penetrating Nami in long thrusts. They took off after a while, the blond returning immediately to kiss and caress Nami, going straight to her big breasts, where the boy indulged himself.
The pleasure was unbearable, and Nami cummed again, with Zoro deep inside her and Sanji's tongue running all over her tits, neck and belly. Roronoa did not finish at the same time, taking several more movements until his almost animalistic grunt confirmed that the he had climaxed. He quickly pulled out of her, spraying his semen over her pubic hairs.
Nami reached down to touch the viscous fluid on her mons pubis and smiled.
Without moving her, Zoro and Sanji changed their position, and continued all over.
The problem was that after almost a year of relationship, Nami never told anyone.
Robin kept his promise not to talk about it until the young woman felt at peace with it. Even Franky didn't know.
Whenever they got together to hang out, the older woman would ask her two things: how things were going between the three of them and if she was already planning to tell the others. Nami would only answer that things were perfect, but avoided answering the second question specifically.
Nico Robin stopped asking after a while.
The only person she willingly told was her sister Nojiko, who had never judged her for anything.
"I know you wanted a stable relationship, but you didn't have to get two boyfriends for it." Joked the girl after her younger sister's confession, pouring her a nice glass of white wine. They were sitting in the living room of their house, waiting for Bell-mere's return from work.
Nami brought the small glass tumbler to her mouth, slightly angered by her sister's words.
"They're not my boyfriends, we just fuck and stuff." She replied, taking a small swig.
"You make it sound pretty much like you're their girlfriend." The girl finished her wine in one long gulp, pouring herself another. Leaning back against the back of the chair, her dark eyes rested on Nami's face, watching her fondly. "Be careful with this, Nami."
She looked at her as if she had just said pure nonsense.
"I don't understand why you and Robin keep saying the same shit about being careful…" the orange-haired girl replied, frowning. "The three of us are old enough to know what we're doing..."
"Both Robin and I haven't been in a relationship of that sort, but..." she was quick to interrupt her, feeling it important to make her point. "But I'm sure we both understand that there are things that come with it that don't come with a monogamous one. There's more danger of getting hurt, don't you think?"
Nami remained silent, her stomach bothering her; a common sign of her discomfort.
"Be clear with everything. With what you feel and want, and ask the same to do the same. You don't want to get a preference for either of them, do you?"
The young woman just continued to sip her alcohol, thoughtfully. Nami spent that night at the family home, but her sister's words echoed in her head until she fell asleep. The next day when she woke up to return to the big city, she kept thinking about it.
Honestly, she couldn't see herself having a preference for any of her friends over the other. She was too enamored with everything they both brought, their unique attributes.
Whether it was sexual or sentimental.
She loved the rough, hard way Zoro fucked her, holding her down and moving her carelessly. There was something especially visceral about feeling the young man penetrating her rapidly, in violent movements, cumming several times as he groped her, and sighing with guttural grunts from the pleasure.
She loved feeling helpless beneath his powerful mettle, cumming again and again until her legs trembled and her buttocks ached from the constant spanking.
And she adored Sanji's careful ways of making her come, always fucking her with extreme affection and giving her the full opportunity to appreciate his perfect physique, touch the skin even paler and softer than her own. His soft, warm kisses.
But as much as she appreciated those things separately, being individually with any one of them, everything was better when the three of them were together.
She remembered particularly well the sex they had months ago, after Nami's birthday party.
They got home thanks to Robin and Franky, who saw the three of them too drunk to drive back. And as soon as Zoro slammed the door behind her, the kissing began.
She was kissing Sanji, who was carrying her into the room holding her by the ass. Zoro behind them, carrying a bottle of rum in his hand. He barely took a couple more sips before he set it down on the nightstand.
That day she had decided to wear one of her favorite casual dresses, a beautiful pink flower print on an off-white background, a plunging neckline and a skirt so short it left nothing to the imagination. The garment was already around her waist, her large breasts out and being massaged by Sanji, whose tongue was penetrating her mouth.
They were lying on the big bed in her bedroom, half-naked, with Sanji on her right side, still kissing her, and Zoro between her legs, sticking his tongue deep into her slippery pussy. He sucked on her clit, her labia, all around her entrance to penetrate her again with his fingers.
She cummed for the first time and everything seemed blurry, the effect of the alcohol not yet faded by the hot activities. The three of them laughed like idiots, more awkward than usual; stumbling and falling on the bed every time they got up to take off their clothes.
Nami and Sanji burst out laughing when Zoro hit his face against the wall while trying to get rid of the white shirt wrapped around him. The boy growled and gave them a murderous look that didn't last.
They quickly found themselves completely naked and jumped onto the bed.
Zoro hugged her from the front, as Sanji's rock hard cock entered her wet pussy. She moaned, kissing Zoro, and her hand went straight to hold the hardened cock, feeling the visible veins in it.
She masturbated him with pleasure, kissing and smiling against his neck, as the man moaned and sighed softly in her ear. His cock slid away from her hand, touching the short oranges pubes and then sliding between her legs, finding the wetness of her vagina being continuously penetrated by Sanji.
The blond also moaned behind her head, exhaling his hot breath on the back of her neck, along with quick kisses and nibbles.
Again, two pairs of hands were positioned above her, caressing everything within reach. Sanji's slender fingers holding her throat in a firm grip, not taking his cock out of her for a second. It slid out of her vagina slowly, not fully out, and plunged into her tight pussy in one stroke, continually rubbing her special spot.
The green-haired boy's strong arms held her, his dry-lipped mouth spreading kisses over her tits. She could only sink her head into the mane of tousled hair of the boy in front of her, taking in the scent given off by the two young men.
Zoro naturally smelled of steel, and Sanji, of cigarettes and expensive cologne. In the air, there was a faint smell of alcohol and sweat.
Suddenly she felt Sanji shiver behind her and knew the man had come.
From one moment to the next, she ended up stretched out on the bed, her legs on Sanji's shoulders as the man shoved his cock back inside; her head hanging over the other edge of the bed and Zoro's cock all the way down her throat.
She clawed at all the skin around his hips, tears escaping between her lashes and marring her eyeliner.
Sanji rested his face against her stomach, panting audibly. She felt some wetness surround his navel area, and told herself that the blond must be drooling on her skin.
Nami felt herself floating, with incredible shivers of pleasure running through her entire body as the two friends continued to push their cocks inside her. Zoro's insensitive hands caressed her from breasts to cheeks, pushing his cock deeper into her throat.
He came with a low moan, withdrawing a little to release his cum on Nami's face. She smiled and stroked his leg, licking the cum from her lips and wiping the rest on her chin.
She heard another moan, as Sanji intensified his grip on her, pulling out of her vagina just in time to cum on her pubic hairs. She was the only one without another orgasm, but she didn't care much.
Nami was happy just to be able to make them feel good.
The three of them lay back down on the bed, lying lengthwise on it. Nami between them, and then Zoro reached inside her, without warning. Her only response was a deep sigh.
And while Roronoa continued to ram her with his diamond-hard cock, Sanji took care of rubbing every sensitive spot on Nami. He kissed her neck, sucked her nipples and caressed her inner thighs and the sides of her torso. She cried out in pleasure, little strands of saliva escaping her mouth as Sanji caught her clit with his fingertips.
A few minutes later, she felt the climax approaching and, shuddering violently, Nami cummed on Zoro's cock as Sanji continued to rub the front of her body.
To his surprise, Zoro did not immediately fall asleep nor did Sanji reach for the pack to smoke a cigarette as usual after fucking.
The two boys narrowed the space between them even more, completely rubbing their sweaty bodies against the naked Nami. Zoro hugged her from behind, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist, burying his face in her abundant orange mane. He sucked in deeply and Nami bristled at that.
Sanji smiled at her as affectionately as any other day, stroking up and down her person. He slid his hand from her breasts to her hip, barely touching the areas he already knew to be erogenous on Nami with his fingertips.
The girl smiled, entertained by the post-coital caresses and raised both hands to touch both their faces.
"Happy twenty-first birthday, Nami." Zoro exclaimed softly, not moving his face from her hair or loosening his embrace.
"We love a lot." Sanji continued.
They weren't very adept at talking while having sex, preferring to keep quiet and listen to everyone's moans and sighs, but for that one time not uttering a single word wouldn't have been the best thing to do.
Nami did not answer, believing that her voice would break as soon as she opened her mouth. She just kept caressing their faces, the most subtle way she could show her gratitude.
She loved them and they loved her. And she even thought, maybe after all that she could finally tell her friends about them.
"Hey guys, do you mind if we invite a new friend to Chopper's birthday?" asked Luffy that Saturday afternoon, stuffing his face with pizza.
They were all sitting in Robin and Franky's fancy dining room, spending the day together as they did almost every weekend. The older woman sat next to them, enjoying her glass of red wine.
"Well, the party is Chopper's, it's up to him to decide who he'll invite."
"Fine by me, Vivi is great." Replied the cheerful boy, who ate as much as Luffy and Usopp.
"Who is this Vivi?" questioned Nami to them, as curious as the others about the new acquaintance.
"She's a girl our age, but she's studying some political science stuff, on the other side of campus." replied Usopp, wiping crumbs from his face. "She's really nice, she was the one who lent us money to get home the day we forgot our wallets."
Nami recalled the anecdote about their odyssey to get back to their apartment, but the three young men had not explained anything more about the mysterious girl who helped them get back. She shrugged, thinking that, if both Luffy and the others liked her, she must be a good girl.
After all, eight of ten people out of the friend's group were men; one more woman to chat with wouldn't hurt.
The big problem was when the day of the party came.
Nami sat on one of the plastic chairs that the married couple had set up in their large backyard. Franky was preparing the grill, to cover it with hamburgers, sausages and other meats at young Chopper's request. Sanji was helping him of course, preparing the home fries and salads to accompany the main course.
Celebrating the boy's birthday, a week in advance so as not to saturate everyone's Christmas Eve, the weather was as frosty as any other day in December.
The girl with vibrant orange hair had grown overconfident, believing that the heat from the grill and the subsequent bonfire they would light would keep her warm, so she decided to sport her best low-cut jeans and a gorgeous red tank top, with long black details sewn along the front zipper.
But even with Zoro's leather jacket over her, she couldn't stay warm. Rubbing her arms, she wished she had brought one of her many coats.
She was doing her best not to get irritated on her youngest friend's birthday, but the cold, the trouble starting the fire and the new girl's tardiness were bothering her too much; she had been given precise directions that the meeting would start at five in the afternoon, but the blissful Vivi was having trouble coming up with the exact address of the house and was already delayed by almost an hour and a half.
Soon Robin and Luffy were talking about telling her to wait for them at a specific location to pick her up in the older woman's car.
"I'm going inside for a while, I'm freezing." She said to the rest of her friends, walking back inside to plop down on the thin couch in the house.
She could hear Sanji and Zoro fighting in the kitchen, due to the fact that the blonde had opted to have his boyfriend be his helper for that afternoon.
"Marimo you idiot, I told you garlic powder, dammit!"
"How the fuck should I know which one?!"
The shrill voices of the two gave her a headache and she grabbed a cushion to cover her face.
She heard the clacking of Robin's heels against the wood of his floor, followed by the familiar squeak of Luffy's rubber soles.
"We just texted Vivi to meet us on the avenue four blocks from here." She heard Robin say, and uncovered her face a little to see her friend throwing her long dark coat over her. Luffy was also putting on his classic red jacket.
"May I join you?" the redhead asked immediately, getting up from the couch. She just wanted to get away from the noise of her friends.
"Sure."
Luffy checked his cell phone, being that the message had been sent a minute earlier barely and waited for some response. Apparently, the girl hadn't even seen it yet so they decided to wait a little longer before heading out after her.
"Let's go already, if she's already on her way here we'll end up running into her on the way..." mumbled Nami, throwing her long hair behind her back and rummaging through the pockets of the borrowed jacket to find Zoro's phone.
The three of them walked to the door, Nami in front of them and yanking it open.
"Hello." She heard a soft female voice say.
And in front of her, Nami saw Nefertari Vivi for the first time.
She was met with the vision of an immensely beautiful young woman, of medium height and gorgeous fair skin. She wore her impossibly light blue hair loose, framing the delicate face.
Quickly the joyful eyes and pretty smile that formed on her pink lips made her giddy, and an intense blush spread over her face.
"Sorry to take so long, this house is kind of hidden:" excused the young woman, climbing the small steps inside.
"Don't worry, good thing you're already here." She was hastened to welcome her by Robin, who was indicating where to leave the white jacket she wore on her arm. The beautiful young woman was wearing tight white pants as low cut as Nami's and a thin blue low-cut sweater, which revealed part of her stomach, including her belly button. The redhead could then notice the very thin golden chain around her slender waist and restrained the urge to reach for it with her fingers.
A few moments later, all gathered in the backyard, the girl introduced herself.
"Nice to meet you all, I'm Nefertari Vivi. Thank you for inviting me to Chopper's party." She bowed slightly, bowing to the others.
Nami stayed out of the conversation, as the other friends came over to greet her, inviting her to sit down and to eat something already. Even Sanji was flirtatious with her (as he was wont to do).
She didn't fully understand the uneasiness in her stomach as she looked at his face. Much less did she understand the sudden shyness she experienced when at one point, her eyes met hers, in the middle of the banquet.
Nami noticed how long her eyelashes were and how dark her eyes were. The blue-haired girl smiled at her totally friendly and Nami felt her face and neck burning.
No one noticed the strange awkwardness of the young woman around Nefertari Vivi, beyond Sanji and Zoro, who couldn't even decipher the shy mannerisms the redhead suddenly adapted when interacting with the girl.
Nami couldn't shake off thoughts of Vivi.
Days passed since Chopper's birthday, she found herself constantly remembering the girl's beautiful face, and the scent of desert flowers she exuded.
Even though they didn't talk much during the meeting at Robin's house (due to her unusual shyness), Nami was among the first to ask for her cell phone number.
Vivi gladly accepted, smiling again with her perfect pink mouth covered in lip gloss, and handed her a small piece of paper with her data written down. The whole ride home was in silence, Nami holding the slip of paper tightly to Zoro and Sanji's strangeness.
She spent the first few days after the party without writing to him, still nervous and at a loss for ideas of what she could say to him.
Finally decided to send her the first message, when the girl posted something about being exhausted from the last exams and she replied some nonsense about feeling the same way.
To her surprise, the friendship progressed quickly between them.
Vivi was smart and sensitive, definitely much more polite to Nami, and the delicate way she spoke and addressed her melted her, even when it was all by text for the first two weeks. The two roommates noticed her grinning goofily at her cell phone and neither of them knew what was going on until it was too late.
Days later, Vivi asked to have coffee with her and Nami almost fainted when she read her invitation.
It was on the third or fourth outing that the redhead began to become aware of things.
They strolled along the huge mall in the center of their city, Vivi carrying the burdensome bag of expensive clothes that Nami could never afford to buy.
The blue-haired girl had decided to invite her with her to shop for clothes, even paying for the day's meal, as she always did when it came to going out with her friend; but as on every occasion she met Vivi, Nami had refused to receive free things.
Sitting at the small table in the food court at the place, Vivi looked into her eyes and laughed, making the redhead even more nervous.
"What's wrong?" asked Nami quickly, fearing that something about her looked ridiculous. She had put on her favorite combination of tight pants and the most revealing top she could find, still not fully aware of why she was taking such pains with her appearance to see the girl.
"You never fail to attract the attention of the men here, you really are very beautiful," the girl replied, resting her face on her hands and elbows on the table. Her sincere smile once again blushed at her, wanting to hide her face with the cup of ice cream she was holding.
"Y-you're also... very pretty..." the volume of her voice decreased with each word, an intense blush creeping up her face, trying not to say anything inappropriate.
Vivi didn't answer right away, showing an expression of slight surprise, followed by another soft smile. Nami's heart was beating a mile a minute, and the young student couldn't remember the last time she felt like this. She probably hadn't even experienced it.
Not even with Zoro and Sanji.
"Do you want to go to my house?"
Nami could barely contain the heart in her chest.
"Please come in." The blue-haired young woman said, inviting Nami inside her spacious apartment.
Nami was not surprised to see that Nefertari Vivi's residence was a beautiful apartment in one of the most prestigious areas in the area. Her surname alone was an immediate indicator of her family lineage.
Perhaps on any other occasion Nami would have been envious of her stable financial situation, but she was incapable of harboring unpleasant feelings for her. Just seeing her face elicited a thousand inexplicable emotions, but none of them bad.
Just confusing ones.
Vivi set her bags and backpacks aside and walked to the elegant living room, without turning on the lights. It was getting dusk, but there were still faint rays of sunlight illuminating the room.
She heard her remove her boots and jacket, tossing the latter onto the larger sofa, finally sitting down on the fluffy carpet in between her armchairs. That day she was wearing a pretty ultra-short pink dress with three-quarter sleeves.
The redhead appreciated the long bare legs sprawled out on the floor, and again felt butterflies flutter in her stomach.
With tentative steps, she approached her and sat down next to her, hugging her knees.
"This place is great; I can't believe you have it all to yourself."
"Not always, my dad and Igaram come to stay for days, several times a year. A lot more than they should." Humorously replied the young woman, the sound of her laughter sounding like music to Nami. "This is one of the few times where I can actually be in peace."
Silence fell again, as the room was engulfed by the darkness of twilight. She sensed Vivi's subtle movement moving closer to her, until her breasts brushed against Nami's arm, and she wanted to scream. She had never been so nervous, whether with man or woman, but something about Vivi's mere presence unsettled her nerves like never before.
She didn't know how to respond to her affectionate smiles or the way she touched her shoulders and arms. Her dark eyes were too sincere, Nami couldn't help but feel vulnerable before them.
"Are you dating someone, Nami?" the question came out of nowhere and the young woman immediately turned to meet her friend's curious face. She was inches away.
Though every part of her insides urged her to be honest, her mouth preempted any rational thought.
"No."
A warm hand rested on her thigh and soon she could smell the strawberry scent of her lip gloss.
Eyes wide as saucers, she found himself kissing Nefertari Vivi for the first time.
Her lips were soft and thick, the sensation making her burn like never before in her existence.
It took her just a few seconds to react, immediately bringing her hands to the long blue hair. Vivi wrapped her arms around her waist and the space between them disappeared. Her kiss was tender and caring, far from the rough caresses of Zoro or Sanji.
Though at that moment the last thing she cared about was thinking about either of them. Her mind was filled with Vivi, and the warm sensation left by the slightest touch of her hands against her body.
And in the evening, when her two friends were on top of her, penetrating and licking, Nami enjoyed how it felt, just like any other day; but keeping her eyes tightly closed, she kept thinking of Nefertari Vivi and the sweetness of her kiss.
The beginning of the end was subtle and slow. Nami didn't dare say things up front, terrified at the thought of hurting them both.
But she could no longer deny things.
She was lying on the wide bed in her room, Zoro and Sanji to her right and not around her as usual.
They had fucked as they were used to and all three had cum, but the emotions from before were not there. She didn't want to look them in the face, didn't want to hear their voices and as soon as she detected both of their orgasm after her own, she slipped out of their grip.
"Nami, are you okay?" questioned Sanji, the first to notice the change in her.
"Oh, yeah. I'm sleepy, that's all." She lied.
The blond said no more, only slipping an arm around her waist to hug her. He hid his face behind her neck and whispered his usual words of love.
Nami could detect his fear that time, and felt terribly guilty.
But by then there was no turning back.
She spent entire nights at Vivi's apartment, sneaking out of the house as soon as it got dark. Zoro and Sanji, respectful of their friend's freedom as an adult, never dared to stop her nocturnal escapades.
Even when the early morning expeditions slowly turned into long visits during the evening.
She couldn't help it, in the end. Nefertari Vivi's sweet kisses were too much for Nami, who fell under the spell she had rarely experienced.
The blue-haired woman was beautiful and affectionate, and her pink lips left burning marks everywhere they touched.
They made love for the first time, three days after Sanji's birthday party, where everyone began to notice the stares between the two girls. Even their two childhood friends.
"They look great together. Nami seems friendlier than usual." The ever-observant Robin mentioned, standing next to the birthday boy and his lover. The two young men looked in her direction and saw Nami's cautious fingers gliding up and down Vivi's arm, a beer in the other hand and intense adoration in her eyes.
The sight brought uncertainty to both of them, but again they were too cowardly to act. At the end of the day, Nami seemed as happy to live with them and share a bed as ever.
But Vivi silently made her way between the three of them.
"The apartment is really big; I could share it with you." Vivi commented very quietly, hiding under the sheets. She seemed frightened by the young woman's response.
Nami barely managed to smile, a warm feeling growing in her chest and stomach. She reached across the bed for the young woman's icy hand and brought it to her mouth, kissing it with profuse affection.
"Not a bad idea."
She returned home, her head in the clouds and a hundred fantasies of what her daily life with Vivi would be like. She imagined seeing her in the morning after waking up and inhaling the scent of her lotion. Or tasting the thousands of Mediterranean recipes she knew. She thought about simply being able to admire her all day, every day.
It all abruptly disappeared when Nami found herself back in the living room of her house, listening to the common chatter of her two friends.
"Shut the hell up!" Exclaimed the very annoyed voice of Sanji, who was coming out of the kitchen, followed by Zoro.
His expression and voice softened immediately he noticed Nami's presence.
"What have you two got now?" the orange-haired woman asked, looking at them with irritation. There was something lately between those two, the fights becoming more and more continuous and sharp. Nami didn't want to connect her increasingly obvious estrangement with the tension rising between the two young men, but for these days the constant battle between them was unbearable.
"The usual, Nami." Replied the young man, never abrupt with his words or actions towards the redhead, but even she could hear the angry tone. Zoro didn't utter a word, preferring to go lock himself in the room.
Things were bad.
When both Sanji and Zoro tried to move forward with her for the night, both frustrated by the lack of action with the young gal, Nami gently brushed them off, not wanting to make the already heated situation worse. She ended up running away after a few hours to return to Vivi.
Then all her things began to quietly disappear from the house. and over the course of a week, both the blond and the muscular guy noticed that there were fewer clothes, shoes and books belonging to Nami resting throughout the house.
The heels that decorated the small hallway from the entrance to the living room left their place for good, as did the dozens of coats, sweaters and sweatshirts that lined the living room.
The bookcase in the living room was emptied in a matter of days, though the kitchen and bathroom remained mostly intact. No one knew how or when the house was basically ransacked of everything the girl called her own.
And while Nami spent almost all of her time away and any sign of her stay in that house faded, both Zoro and Sanji slowly gave in to the fact that the end of it all was getting closer and closer.
They had sex the three of them together for the last time a week before Nami left.
Sanji ejaculated deep inside her, something he was allowed to do very rarely. But that day the redhead agreed to receive it all inside her, both from the blond and Zoro, thinking only of keeping with her birth control pills.
They both hugged and kissed her, caressing with a certain sadness in their gestures. Nami decided to ignore them for a moment, telling herself that if she gave in, she would only prolong everyone's suffering. She said nothing all night, not even when her two friends uttered their feelings for the last time.
The next morning, Zoro awoke in time to find Nami grooming herself in front of the mirror. She looked lost in thought, a tiny smile tugging at her mouth.
"See you at dinner." The boy murmured, appreciating her beautiful figure from behind.
"Ah, yes. See you." was all she replied, putting on her favorite white pearl earrings. She sketched a smile in his direction, watching Sanji snooze peacefully that Saturday morning.
It was five o'clock in the afternoon when Nami didn't return.
Twelve o'clock at night, and she never returned.
It was a little over a month when they met once again.
Life with Vivi had proven to be paradise itself for her, but the more she enjoyed being able to live with her new girlfriend, the guilt seemed to eat deeper and deeper inside her.
She didn't answer messages or calls from the two young men for at least two weeks, avoiding confrontation as much as possible. She prayed that they both understood that they had broken up without explicitly saying so, just by going away from them.
Most likely neither of them agreed to end it that way, but they would have to accept it. Nami didn't want to go back.
And it wasn't that she hadn't deeply appreciated what they had together. On the contrary, she had loved them both so much that imagining seeing the look of pain on both of their faces when she told them they couldn't go on, tore her apart.
She even considered including Vivi in their strange relationship, but the young woman who was surprisingly open to all sorts of things, maintained a firm stance on the idea of a "courtship" of more than two.
"I respect those matters, but they're not for me." She replied calmly, sipping her coffee, and Nami knew she had no choice.
She stopped going to her friends' meetings, to everyone's sadness. She kept up with lies and excuses the first few times until Robin's stern voice scolded her over the phone.
"The two of them keep coming over and it's too obvious they're waiting for you; you need to clear everything up at once." Almost demanded the older woman, unusually furious with Nami. The red-haired girl could barely hold back the tears of embarrassment, hanging up on her immediately.
Vivi asked her if she was feeling alright and she hid herself so as not to show her hurt face. She never mentioned a word to her about what she had with Zoro and Sanji.
But she also couldn't keep lying to herself and pretend she wasn't being killed by remorse.
Her great vindication came one Sunday night, driving home from a college party.
Vivi was driving beside her, alert as a cat while her girlfriend could barely keep her head up after so many beers and drinks.
"Can you pull over there?" asked Nami, pointing to the brightly lit service store a few feet away from them. "I want to buy something to regain my strength."
The blue-haired girl complied, parking in the lonely parking lot. It must have been close to one am.
Nami got off and walked awkwardly into the place, paying no attention to the clerk. She approached the beverage area and picked up a can of energy drink, thinking about what she would do with her aching head the next morning.
She placed the can on the counter and immediately lifted her face, she was met by an astonished Roronoa Zoro.
Her heart sank to her stomach, her first instinct being to run out of there. But her legs didn't respond.
"Hello."
"Hello, Nami."
The green-haired young man scanned her beverage and told her the price, Nami thinking about how the boy had never had night shifts when she lived... with them.
It was so long ago, she thought.
She set a handful of coins down in front of him, having counted them out exactly a few moments before, but the boy didn't touch them.
"We miss you... so much."
She pursed his lips until they turned white and turned her face away from the boy. Zoro kept staring at the woman. Thousands of memories whipped through her
"You're not mad at me?"
And Zoro immediately frowned, terrifying Nami even more.
"Of course, I am. I'm furious that you broke up with me like that, without mentioning anything before..." the young man replied with the ever-present annoyed gesture, though it was too different now. He was hurt. "Just like Sanji."
The mention of his name affected her worse than she expected. Zoro could be as stoic and serious as he wanted, but the blond was always much more sensitive, and the thought of having hurt him was terrible...
In that dingy, neon-lit tent, Nami remembered like a whiplash all the months of happiness the two young men brought her. She thought of the pleasure and the tears, the nights of feeling their hot breaths on her and the mornings of awkward caresses. She felt herself bursting into tears at any moment, her gaze glued to her bare toes by her heels.
But Zoro wouldn't allow it. Not yet.
She heard him sigh deeply and lifted her face to meet his eyes again.
"Does she make you happy?"
Bingo.
"Yes." She nodded vehemently.
Zoro didn't smile, but the drastic change in his face was enough.
Nami knew everything could take its course.
"Good."
She wasn't planning to say anything else, already turning to leave the place, when the green-haired man caught her attention again.
"Luffy is having a meeting at his house next Friday; please go and talk to the idiot cook." Were his last words.
Nami returned her gaze once more and smiled, noticing the concern on his face. Even without her around, she could still detect the affection in his words for the young blonde.
And for that very reason, everything would be fine.
"Sure."