With my left still arousing my nipples, my right now moved down, back across my belly, feeling a tiny patch of downy hair. Of their own accord, my legs opened slightly, ready for my exploring fingers. They opened further and my fingers brushed past where my penis should be, felt that little cloven gulf and slipped into my already moist slit, spreading the lips, popping into my wet hole, before moving back up to brush against my clit.
“Good morning, sweetness, that’s enough for now” said a woman’s voice, quietly near my ear. I felt her warm, sweet breath on my ear, sat up with a start, and opened my eyes.
I was in an enormous room, with sunlight streaming through the windows onto the gorgeous fabrics, furniture and works of art. It looked startling like the Presidential Suite I remembered staying in at the George V in Paris that summer all those years ago. Tall, elegant sash windows with mid-morning sun slanting through onto the lush carpet. With senses working better than they had since I was a teen (hell, better than they ever had), I smelt coffee, croissants, and wealth.
“I had to stop you. “She said. “Company policy. Sorry. All new arrivals need a while to adjust to their bodies, and there’s a few legal formalities we need to complete. Can’t go letting you have an orgasm straight off the bat, losing all perspective and slipping Out. Apparently there were a few problems early on, something to do with not being grounded in your body properly yet, and a risk of that first orgasm being your last, at least before the genetechs could reintegrate. And they really don’t like having to do that again. And I’m pretty positive that’s not your plan. ” She smiled again and took my hand.
“Come on, slowly now. ” She helped me off the bed. She was right: I did feel a little disconnected, like nothing was where it should be. I reached for the back of a chair and missed, my arms being considerably shorter than I remembered as a 6’ 3’’ tall man. Being 5 or 6 inches shorter would take some getting used to.
“First, do you know who you are?”
“Yes, I replied, hearing my voice for the first time. My hands flew to my mouth. My voice was silky and quite deep, the words well-formed and clear, with a hint of an English accent. I remember a New Zealand newscaster when I was still quite young, Lucy Hockings I think her name was, with a captivatingly luscious, deep voice. I sounded like her sister. Sultry and perfect for seduction. “James. My name’s. . . James?”
“James was right, but I don’t think that’s quite appropriate anymore, do you?” she said. “Now’s your chance for something new. ”
“Nina. For now, call me Nina. After Ms Simone. ”
“Wonderful, Nina” she said, and beamed the most amazing smile. The room, already lit with sunlight, became just a little brighter.
“In a NuLife post-Resurrection recovery suite.” I said, without hesitation, while thinking “either that or I’m dead and in heaven. Same diff. ” I smiled too.
Her name was Paola, “but everyone calls me Pix, coz they think I look like a pixie. ” “But you do!” I said, and smiled.
Pix lead me around the room, my balance and coordination increasing with every step, until I felt nimble and quick. With only the slightest effort, I leaped like a dancer, landed gracefully, turned and found myself before a large mirror.
“Lastly, do you accept the body into which you have been Resurrected? It comes with a full six-month guarantee and at any time within this period you may apply for alterations, up to and including a full replacement body of your choice from our Premier catalogue. It turns out your theories on Zero Point Energy were right, you're now a Nobel Laureate, some investments you made before you died were extremely successful and, unlike many others whose money wasted away or were dispered while they were dead, you are actually phenomenally wealthy. This suite can be your home for the next six months too. Hell, you could buy the hotel!”
“Unequivocally, absolutely, completely, YES!” I beamed!
“Come on and I’ll show you around” said Pix. “This is your room for the next six months, and you’ve got this bedroom, a spare bedroom, three bathrooms, a gym, media room and lounge. That door there” and she gestured at a solid door, easily ten feet tall and six wide, “connects you to the central area. There are five other women here and six men, all of whom are new to this, all of whom chose the opposite gender for their NuLife, and have arrived or will arrive in the next few hours.
How was I feeling? Like I had been a VERY good boy and died and gone to heaven. Pix showed me around the apartment and into the main bathroom.
“Most people want to take a quick shower at this point” said Pix. “I think it helps with the grounding”
“Good idea” I said, thinking that a shower would also help clear my spinning head.