They say you should never meet your heroes. I disagree. Years ago I, Stacia Georgios Ariti, found myself living next door to none other than Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers.
They happened to move in just as I was coming out of mourning. My husband Georgios had been killed in action, and I was "enjoying" the distinguished position of a widowed woman of means. I dated, but nothing stuck. In my heart Georgie was the love of my life. I didn't feel a strong desire for children. The autonomy of being a widow suited me!
I heard a young couple my age had moved in next door. Being curious and friendly by nature, I popped over with a tray of spanakopita. Steve was just kind and friendly as the media made them out to be. Peg was just... wonderful!
Peg would slip over a couple days a week for a glass of wine. We snuggled on the sofa together, even when Steve joined us. Over time, he joined us more and more often. Sitting between them was wonderful, and filled that one little need a new husband would have filled. Affection from a human that loved me.
One perfect evening in late summer we treated ourselves to one of the downtown supper clubs. After a delicious dinner, and some wild dancing, we took our time with a sinful chocolate torte. Then we opted to walk off our decadence, heading home on foot. Peg and I looped our heels through our fingers, holding hands as we walked barefoot. The warm concrete sidewalk felt rough but nice beneath our bare feet.
As we found our way home, Cap moved between us, put one arm around each of us, hand on hip. We strolled in companionable silence, commenting lightly on the evening and our surroundings. I leaned into Steve a bit, hugging his body with mine, without impeding our steps.
When we got home they refused to let me head to bed, and insisted on a nightcap. Steve fetched us each a glass while Peg and I rested on the sofa. I sighed contentedly and laid my head on her left shoulder. Steve returned with our drinks and settled in to my left. He draped one long arm around my shoulders as the three of us sipped. Cap stroked my shoulder idly. My eyes closed in appreciation.
Gradually I became aware that a new energy buzzed in the air between us. Interest stirred that I hadn't felt since before Bill was deployed. I blushed, hoping neither of them could tell I was becoming aroused by the contact between the three of us.
"You know Staci," Steve said softly "we love you."
"I love you too." I murmured. I snuggled in deeper, enjoying the feel of their bodies near mine.
Slowly, as though approaching a skittish horse, Peg raised a finger to my chin. She lifted my head, and leaned forward. Ever so softly she brushed her lips over mine.
Electricity danced along my mouth.
My eyes flew open.
She gazed into my eyes and nuzzled my nose gently. Meeting with no resistance she pulled my shoulder towards her and kissed me more firmly. Her mouth pressed sensuously to mine. She was unlike anything I had experienced. Her kiss was gentle, soft, and pliant in a way that was completely different from a man. Yet, it felt so right I didn't even pause to think whether what she was doing was wrong. I melted into the kiss.
Steve slipped around behind me, nuzzled my neck, hands on my hips.
His wife began kissing me in earnest, passionately. Her tongue slid from between her lips and ran over mine sensuously. Her hands cupped my face, pulling me towards her. I moaned softly. She ran her hands over my shoulders and reached around me, sliding her hands over her husband's shoulders and down his arms.
With the cat-life grace of a woman trained in martial arts Carter rose from the sofa, grasped my hands, and smoothly drew me up to stand with her. I was momentarily surprised at her strength, pulling me up with ease. The thought fled my mind an instant later, as her hands cupped my face and she resumed kissing me. My hands instinctively rose to circle her waist, drawing her closer.
Behind me Steve rose from the sofa. He slid his arms around me, pressed against my back, stroking Peg's shoulder awhile. He pressed more deliberately against my back, stooping to breathe hotly on the nape of my neck. He drew his hands down and back, away from Peg, then up my torso across my belly. He continued a sensuous upwards movement until he held my breasts in his hands. He paused, waiting for my reaction.
I was lost in a primal, intoxicating mix of physical touch and the heady scent of their bodies. I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his hands. Simultaneously I pulled Peg closer, losing myself in her soft, delicious lips.
Steve leaned in, kissing the back of my neck softly. His hands on my breasts moved, stroking and massaging them. My nipples hardened. All while he was kissing and licking at the back and sides of my neck. Each time his mouth moved over the nape of my neck I shuddered as a warm heat lanced through me. His lips roamed up to my ear, his tongue probing the area behind it, sucking the lobe into his mouth and giving it the tiniest little nip. I gasped.
"Hmm I like your little noises." breathed Peg, so close to my mouth I felt her breath.
I smiled and hummed in thanks. She moved to my other ear and for a while I lost all sense beyond the brush of their tongues on each earlobe. I whimpered ecstatically.
Peg and I pressed up against each other, our breasts trapping Cap's hands between us. He groaned and pressed up behind me, grinding his hips into my ass. My own ground against Carter's, sending an electric shock through both of us. I gasped, releasing Peggy's mouth for a moment. She smiled at me, gazing deeply in my eyes. Molten heat shot up between my legs as I looked down into those piercing brown eyes. I shuddered, then leaned in for another kiss. My tongue slipped into her mouth, stroking. Gently I sucked her bottom lip, grazing it with my teeth. She moaned in approval.
We kissed and sucked and fondled each other in that position for a while. Steve drew one hand up to my neckline before he plunged the hand down the front of my dress. He captured and then rolled a nipple between thumb and finger. I groaned blissfully. I clung to Peg, unwilling to let the heady daydream end.
Gently, but firmly she broke the kiss. Taking her queue I released her. Cap reluctantly withdrew the hand. My nipple ached at the sudden loss. Peg caught up one of my hands and her other hand hooked into Steve's belt. She drew us both after her, towards the bedroom. A thrill ran up my spine at the implication and I walked automatically in the direction she pulled us.
In the bedroom Cap pulled us each to him, kissing first her and then me deeply.
"Whatever my best girl wants, she gets." He breathed, kissing his wife again.
Peg grinned wickedly at me and cupping my face once again, kissed me passionately. My hands went to her hips. Steve moved to the bed and sat, watching us, clearly unsure of what to do and yet enjoying himself immensely.
Her hands drew down my front, grazing my breasts. She began slowly unbuttoning my dress whilst continuing to kiss me and shoot hot looks over at her husband. She tugged my slip over my head and, leaving me in my bra and panties, she stepped back to admire the view. Being then closer to the bed Steve was near enough to reach out and tug her to him, spinning her around. They kissed passionately as he crushed her to him. I moved up behind and unzipped her dress, dragging the slider down the tracks.
Eagerly Peg undid his belt, tugging at his pants. He stood and removed them. She let me slide her dress off her shoulders. I grasped the hem of her slip and drew it upwards, using the fabric to create a delicious friction on her skin. It was my turn to press up behind her, as Cap had done to me. I nibbled and licked my way from her beautiful shoulder up to an earlobe, along the back of her neck and down the other side. My hands massaged lovingly at her breasts as she moaned in delight. Cap got back on the bed, watching again.
We undressed each other the rest of the way. Removing bras and panties, and kissing as we did so, touching and stroking. My breasts tingled with excitement and a wet heat radiated from the place between my legs. When Carter's hand reached out to cup my pussy I gasped.
"Come over here, Peg, Staci. Please." his warm voice caught our attention.
My hand paused on its way to Peg's mound. At some point he had removed his underwear. I'd been too caught up in exploring Peg to notice. His penis was beautiful, standing soldier-straight like its owner. He was stroking it unhurriedly, enjoying himself. I immediately wanted it in my mouth. I glanced at Carter.
