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Steve knew the serum changed him. Everyone knew; they all saw it. He was stronger, faster, had a higher endurance, oh, and he was bigger -in all the obvious places. But none of it mattered, with Bucky gone. Until every girl in a five-foot radius started coming on to him.
Stupidly, he didn’t expect it since he’d never gotten any attention from girls before. Steve didn’t even think he could like girls like that, not when he went on dates and all he could focus on was the tall, glaring, dark-haired distraction that had to twist his arm to get him there in the first place. He never needed to like the girls, not yet, he thought.
The start of the USO tour was the universe trying to prove him wrong. The girls flocked to him in droves, trying to coax him to take them out. He didn’t think it was right to see these girls socially, fearing taking advantage of them, being their superior. Even though there was no validity to his rank, they still called him Captain to tease him, but they liked the way it sounded, and he liked the way they said it. Then came one night, none of that mattered.
They had just done their biggest show yet, playing Radio City, and some of the girls were celebrating back at the hotel, like they usually did. Steve was in his room lamenting, like he usually was. But it was different this time. Here was still the typical lamentation that he wasn’t more useful, but tonight, he was back in the city. Even if it wasn’t Brooklyn, he always sensed the massive void next to him where Bucky was supposed to be.
A knock on his door interrupted his pity party. It was one of the girls, a pretty brunette. She was pretty intoxicated, too. Her curls had been brushed out, but most of her costume was still on. One of her arms was out of her strap, her cap was on askew, and she was missing her skirt. Steve was fully out of his costume, now wearing a tank top and his briefs. He kept the door ajar and leaned his upper body out to greet her modestly, for her sake.
“Hey, Cap…” She giggled, looking away from him.
“Betsy, you should head back to your room; it‘s late.”
“No-no! No… me n’ some of the other girls n’ I had a bet and I needed to ask you somethin’.”
“A bet? What kinda bet?” He smirked and leaned off enough for it to fall open. Instead of answering him back, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him down the hall.
He could have stopped her; he probably should have. He was given instructions not to fraternize with the dancers. Both because nobody quite knew the effects the serum would have on him biologically, and it’s not great optics to have Captain America sprinting down the hallway with one of his dancers in his skivvies.
All his protests didn’t end up mattering. What awaited him in the girls’ room was even worse for optics. It was a dozen girls, give or take, most of whom seemed drunk, all in various states of undress, some even fully naked, sitting encircling what looked to be a lively poker game.
Steve had never seen a woman naked before, at least not in the flesh. Bucky had snuck the two of them some magazines when they were young.
It was when Bucky told Steve about girls, and how you were supposed to feel about them, and what you were supposed to do when you thought about them. He even showed Steve and gave him a hand when Steve floundered trying to mimic Buckys' enthusiasm for the girl on the page.
But now the pages had come to life, and nobody was there with him to get him through it. But worse than that was that Steve didn’t think he minded.
“Captain!” All the girls cheered in unison when he walked in. He blushed, nodding hello.
“We’ve been tryin’ to get you here for weeks!” One girl shouted, to a chorus of agreement.
“I heard there was a bet.” Steve teased, which elicited an excited wave of noise from the girls, who all tuned to Betsy.
“Well- uh.. The girls and I- we wanted to know if you’d. Y’know. If..” She was interrupted by two overpowering voices
“We wanna know if you’re a virgin!”
“Have you ever slept with a girl?”
Two very different questions. Truth was, he was not a virgin, but he’d never slept with a woman.
“Well, I-I-uh..” He laughed, shaking his head. Hoping that would suffice as an answer. It didn’t. They were all still looking at him with wide eyes and gaping mouths. “I’ve, no, I’ve never been with a woman before.”
Some of the girls cried out, ‘No!’ or ‘I knew it!’ Some girls were even sighing and handing other girls cash.
Steve folded his arms and leaned against the wall, almost proud that all this fuss was for. He watched the pandemonium and started to slip out until the door was shut on him.
“Oh, Captain, you can’t leave us now!”
“No! Not when we gotta show you everything now!”
Wait, what?
“Show me? Show me what?” He already knew the girls had started crowding him, girls who were decent before were less so now. The naked girls were fondling each other, smiling at Steve. Maybe the truth wouldn’t have been so bad. Or perhaps it was just the booze.
“Well, we didn’t want your first time with a girl to be a surprise; we didn’t want you to have any… shortcomings.” Betsy took over for the group. They all giggled at that, while beginning to rub his chest through his shirt, some even on their knees in front of him, stroking his legs, rubbing their fingers together through the fabric of his boxers.
“If that’s what you want, or if you’d be okay with it, Cap.” She punctuated the sentence with a kiss to his throat, which had him nodding his approval.
“You can call me Steve, y’know.” He said breathily, being kissed harder while having his clothes pulled off by several hands. Almost as if rehearsed, most of the girls responded with variations of,
“Yes, Captain.”
Which made Steve forget why he’d never liked girls before.
Everyone in the room had now become undressed, some too focused on themselves or one another. Steve was dragged over to a chair and was seated in it as more girls than he could count began to fawn over him.
Some tangled their fingers in his hair and traced their nails down his chest until he had goosebumps. Some took turns grabbing his face and kissing him, hard and wet, until both pairs of lips were swollen. Some of the bolder girls dared to sink to their knees in front of him, admiring something the girls had made predictions about since the start of the tour.
All the girls agreed he’d be big, but some thought that meant the length, others thought the girth. They debated if he was circumcised, what colors, his grooming habits, anything they could think of.
Steve turned out to be large (but manageable) in length and girth. They couldn’t tell if he was cut, but it didn’t seem to matter when his tip was swollen, already leaking, and as pink as his lips.
It was a race to see who could be the first to get him in their mouth, girls couldn’t even wait, and decided it made more sense for one girl to lick at the base, occasionally taking one of his balls into her mouth and gently rolling it with her tongue, while another girl worked on his tip, kitten licking around it, before plunging her head down and sucking.
Steve was overwhelmed by the affection; he was already cupping girls by their chins and stroking their cheeks when they kissed him, but whenever he could feel himself hit the back of someone's throat, he felt his hand jolt to move down to grab her by the hair. But he couldn’t give up that he’d done this before. The girls were having too much fun for him to spoil their fantasy that they were the first on unclaimed land.
But then, like the universe so often did to Steve, it made him eat his words. All the girls who previously clung to him removed themselves and started moving him towards the bed.
He was maneuvered so that his head was facing the foot of the bed, and once they liked his position, Betsy climbed on top of him, straddling his chest.
“Captain, we just thought we were doin’ a lot of hard work, and so we were hopin' you’d let us have a break?” As she spoke, she reached behind him and began stroking his cock, slicking him up with a mixture of his own precum and spit that hadn’t dried up yet.
“Don’t you need a…” He looked around. They had to have skins somewhere.
“Ah, it’ll take too much time girl to girl, and there’s nothin’ you could give to us anyway.” Steve thought of one thing he most definitely could give to them, and the concern showed on his face. Betsy laughed.
“Relax! You’ll just tell us when, and we’ll stop, promise, okay?”
Steve nodded, eager for the new sensation, grabbing her hips and lowering her down his body so that he was lined up perfectly to slide in, but she could go at her own pace.
He liked Betsy and admired her boldness as the ringleader of the operation. He thought she was intelligent and witty, and as soon as he felt himself hit those warm, spongy walls inside of her, his mind rid itself of any chivalry. One of his hands stayed on her hips to steady her, and the other moved up to her breasts, cupping handfuls and gently pinching her nipple, until he couldn’t be gentle anymore and needed to go harder.
He leaned up to take her in his mouth, but before he could connect, his shoulders were being brought back to the mattress, where a girl was standing over him, legs spread, eyes glassy and pleading. He knew what was wanted of him; he just prayed the skill would transfer over to the opposite sex.
It sure sounded like it did. She tightened her thighs around his head, which would have been an issue a few months ago, but now that he could hold his breath for minutes on end, he held her waist and encouraged her to drop down further, because he could handle it.
He started to feel her pull away just as he noticed more moisture pooling around his nose. He just pulled her closer and kept up his technique, and in seconds she had folded like a rag doll onto his chest, breathing heavily.
He watched as Betsy smiled and stroked her hair as she recovered and slowly got up.
He was able to have an unobstructed view of Betsy again, and now she looked desperate. Stray hairs clung to the sweat on her face, her eyes closed, lips parted. One of her hands was pawing at her own breast, the other reaching between her legs to relieve the pressure that had been building.
Steve stepped in, taking both of her hands away and placing them behind her back. He made quick work of bringing his thumb down to her clit, slowly moving in gentle rhythmic circles.
Her eyes shot back open with a noise Steve had never heard before, and she tried to move her hands to meet Steve’s, but he was quicker, grabbing both of her hands and holding them together behind her.
She whined as she grinded into his fingers, whining intelligibly something about “harder” and “more please”.
Steve took her orders, and in moments she was unraveling, tensing up, and crying out before completely letting go. With another gasp, she too fell down on Steve’s chest. He freed her hands and brushed the hair off her face.
“Aren’t you ever gonna do that?” She asked, breathlessly.
“Do all that? Probably not, but I’m gettin’ there.” Steve looked at his erection, bigger and more swollen than seemed healthy, still leaking steadily.
“Looks like you’ve been ready to get there since we started.”
She wasn’t wrong. He’d been hard since before they started, and now it was bordering on painful. He’d been absent-mindedly rubbing himself whenever he got a free moment.
Betsy rolled off the bed and stood to face the other girls.
“I’ve got another wager for you ladies.” She winked at Steve.
Betsy told the girls whoever got the Captain to his peak would get all the earnings from their earlier bet. The girls were all too keen.
They took turns with him, showing him what they liked, letting him discover what he liked, with girls. But the thing that finally got him to the edge was Betsy’s second turn. She laid on him so that her back was pressed to his chest.
“Almost, shit- I’m almost there…” He mumbled into her neck.
“You’re doing good, just like that, okay?”
The closeness made him feel like they were one; it was a way he hadn’t felt in a long time, and if he closed his eyes, it was almost like…
“S-Shit, where do you want it, sweetheart?”
With the ghost of a memory on his mind, a name once reserved for only one person, he was pushed over the edge.
Betsy had given him an answer, but it got lost in the fog surrounding Steve's brain. He hoped she wouldn’t be upset if he messed up her thighs. They were pretty, after all.
But the thing was, he messed up more than just her thighs; he reached as high as her hair, but mostly on her chest, he dripped and pooled onto the mattress, and even after she had gotten up, he was still going. It was getting to the point where Betsy had called over the other girls to marvel at him. He was some never-ending fountain. Now he was covered in his spend, unable to stop.
The girls were entranced; some looked down at him with hungry eyes, but all Steve could do was wince, the sensation was bordering on unbearable.
“I think he needs more help…” One of the girls said shyly. The others just fell in line, kneeling to be on his level. Some began lapping him up, others started licking his cock, trying to coax the rest of his cum out.
After what felt like ten minutes to Steve, he was done, but clean, thanks to his girls.
“Aw- gals, you really didn’t need to-”
“They wanted to, you were so good to us, Steve.” He blushed, both embarrassed that he didn’t know he was going to do that and that they had to see it. “It was pretty keen, but you need to see a doctor.” She extended an arm to help him up; she wasn’t providing any support to him, but the gesture was appreciated. “Let’s get dressed, and I’ll walk you back?”
Once dressed, he had a line of girls bidding him goodnight with hugs, and he responded with pecks on their cheeks or foreheads. He took Betsy’s hand, and they walked silently back to his room.
He stepped through the doorframe, and she lingered in the hall. His room was dark, so she was backlit by the hallway light. She was glowing.
“Well, goodnight then, Captain.” She said, but she didn’t start walking away.
“Bess,” He whispered.
“It’s Elizabeth,” she corrected.
“Wouldja stay?” He looked at his feet. He’d never been left alone after anything like that, and starting now, here, it would cause the pit in his stomach to swallow him.
“Wasn’t plannin’ on leavin’, Stevie.” It was too familiar. It hurt.
“It’s Steven.” He pulled her into his arms and closed the door.
He held her for the night, her back on his chest again. He liked having less space in his bed. He liked feeling wanted, and he liked needing someone, even if it had to be her for right now.