"I shouldn't be nervous." Gregory chastised himself as Olivia reached around him to help with the key to their rental cabin.
"It's fun, isn't it? I was terribly nervous my first time." She confessed as she shut the door and flicked the latch shut. "But your body's broken in a little. You've have two children. It's not going to hurt."
Gregory turned to her with a concerned expression. "It hurt?"
Olivia laughed and smoothed his hair back over his forehead. "A little, but you never hurt me. So you don't have a thing to worry about." She wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him close enough to kiss him. Kissing was becoming second nature. She'd learned how to use her tongue to entice him quicker than he had learned to respond to her.
Gregory shivered in delight and horror as she ran her hands down across his breasts. He wasn't sure how to make love as a woman, and unlike Olivia, the prospect of trying out his new body was a little frightening.
Olivia just grinned as she moved to pull the curtain shut over the view of the ocean. "This is going to be fun."
Gregory undid the first button of his blouse, smiling in gentle amusement. "I'm glad you're so intrigued."
She dropped her suit jacket on the chair and started on her tie. "Haven't you always wondered what it's like to be me when you make love to me? How it feels when you kiss me? Why I sometimes scream or cry and just need you to hold me? "
Gregory reached up to help her with her tie, nodding as he dropped it on the chair with her jacket. "Maybe I'm not ready to feel that way."
"Darling-"
He started to laugh and touched her lips with a hushing finger. "No darlings. You make me sound so-"
"There's no one here!" Olivia argued as she raced her fingers down the buttons of the lavender blouse she'd picked out for him that morning when they finally got dressed. "I can finally stop trying to worry about sounding like I grew up in the states, or not looking 'prissy' when I stand up."
She started to rip it open, but stopped when Gregory held it shut with his hands. Sympathetically, she stopped immediately and put her hands at her sides. "I love you."
"I know." He replied as he carefully undid the buttons of her broadcloth shirt. "I'm just not sure I'm ready to make love to myself."
She kissed his forehead, deeply amused by the change in their heights that allowed her to do so easily. "I suppose it is a little strange."
"A little?" Gregory thew his hands up into the air and turned towards the window. "I had a long conversation with our daughter about clothing. You let Bette kiss you. She did something to my hair with a curling iron. You made me shave my legs." He sank to the bed, resting his head in his hands and looking up at her like a lost puppy. "I threw up."
"I am very, very sorry about that." Olivia offered gently as she rubbed his shoulders with strong hands. "I feel terrible that you got trapped in my body when I have the flu." She found the knots of tension Gregory always complained about her having and started to work through them with her fingers. "It could be worse." She added after she settled on the beautiful quilted bed next to him. "You could have PMS."
He made a wry face. "Bette mentioned that too. How awful is it?"
"Awful." Olivia responded immediately. "But it's not that time so you'll be all right. I know you're stuck with the flu, but I always feel better when I'm with you."
"What is it that I do?" Gregory lowered his head to her shoulder, wondering if she was right as his stomach started to calm down just from her proximity.
"You make me feel safe." She shrugged off her shirt, feeling the hint of the sea breeze threw the open window as it teased the curtain. "There's an amazing comfort in that alone. Add in that you love me and nothing can hurt me."
Gregory lay back on the soft bed and felt himself sink in slightly as he studied the wooden rafters of the ceiling. "Even the flu?"
Olivia lay down next to him, running a playful hand over the naked skin of his stomach. "Even that."
"Don't stop." Gregory whispered with a pout as her hand came to a halt just before his breasts.
She propped herself up on one elbow and smiled down at him. "If you say so." Olivia teased as she reached up towards the soft pink satin of his bra. "Anything I need to know about your equipment?"
His laughter echoed up towards the rafters of the cabin. "Don't let yourself get carried away. I'll be severely disappointed if you can't match my endurance."
Olivia won a gasp of surprise from him as she took his breast roughly in her hand. "I don't think I'm the one who has to worry."
Gregory bit his lip, suddenly wondering what he had got himself into. "Be gentle."
She followed her fingers with her tongue, teasing the skin beneath the edge of the demi bra. "Of course." She grinned up at him as she slid the blouse from his shoulders. She worked her way up to his lips and reminded him how pleasant it was to be kissed by someone who knew his better than her own. She reached for his pants, showing him how to work the complicated hook and button that held the black tight over her hips.
She bounced up from the bed, pulling back the covers as she stripped off her own pants and dropped them on the floor. Gregory started to sneak beneath the sheets, but he stopped and moved to the edge of the bed next to her. He reached around his back, feeling the clasp of the bra and trying to teach his fingers how to undo it from the new angle they were presented with. Olivia reached to help him, but he pushed her off politely.
"I want to do it."
Her boxer shorts landed on the heap of her pants and she winked at him. "Men's undergarments are so much more practical."
If he'd been in his own body, he would have felt a little exposed, standing there as she was. Olivia didn't seem to mind, it wasn't her body that was nude. She put her hands on his shoulders, helping to slide the straps of his bra from them as he finally won over the little clasp in the back.
Gregory smiled in victory as his breasts felt the kiss of the cool air on his skin. "Got it."
She nodded proudly, sharing his amusement as she crawled into the covers with him. One finger teased him through the matching pink satin of his panties, Gregory's eyes widened and he moaned into her throat as she kissed him again. "My god."
"I know-" Olivia replied with sweet patience as she gently slipped the damp satin over his wanting hips. Her grin was pure amusement as she teased the soft flesh of his thighs before moving her hands back up to his face. "I think it's a gift."
He tilted his hips, feeling the heat grow tight and painful as it had that morning before Caitlin interrupted. "What is?" Her thigh moved between his legs, giving him something to rub against. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to fight the sensation away, panting was becoming a practical idea.
"This, us- it's amazing." Her finger teased his lips, running along the softness of his bottom lip as she brought that wet finger to tease one quickly hardening nipple. "I never thought I'd be able to feel what you feel."
She was hot against his thigh and then his stomach as she ground against him. Gregory started to reply, but speak was lost as her tongue and forefinger landed at the same moment. Her tongue teased the other nipple to a point as her forefinger ran over and down his clit, sending a wave of feeling crashing somewhere behind his eyes.
She was hard and insistent against his inner thighs, and her finger tested the way for her entrance. Something was missing. Something he needed terribly, desperately, and he had no idea what it was. Olivia wanted to conquer him, to dive within and bury herself again and again until she was gasping and spent. But she had to take her time. She kissed him, finding their connection in the interplay of tongues and the soft lining of their mouths. She explored with one finger, listening for the note of pain in his breath that signaled she was moving too quickly. She knew how she felt. She'd touched herself, flicked an devilish finger across her clit and felt the heat build inside. She knew how to make him feel like the world would end if she didn't take him in right then and there.
His hand wrapped around her, guiding the extension of herself she'd never had to direct before inside instead of her finger. She caught his face, turning their eyes together as they joined as one. Something electric, something beyond the imprisoning flesh of their bodies lanced between them. She was surrounded, heaven was hot, wet and tilting up to meet her hips as she bent her knees to thrust deeper.
Gregory felt her move and fought for his breath. She was foreign, the invaded force that wanted to restructure his entire being around the feeling of being whole. His legs tightened and then shook as he wrapped them around her back. Her hand ran over his left side as she dug her elbow into the bed for balance. Their bodies tried to move without their permission, instinct suggesting the motions most necessary to their survival. He was thinking too much, losing his head in the struggle of mind and body. This body, Olivia's body, knew how to get what it wanted from his body as it moved over and within.
He just had to stop thinking. Let go into the pleasure and pain of it and let his body lead him. It was too much more than he'd ever felt, Too overpowering. He stopped fighting and his breath fell into ragged gasping. Death was certain, His head was too free, his heart racing too quickly. His first day as a woman was his last and there was nothing he could do about it.
He was wrong. For one of the precious few moments of his life, Gregory Richards was entirely wrong. He collapsed within, arching his body up to cling to hers as she let go. Her fingers released the sheets she'd balled into fists, her breath exploded in exaltation as climax took her doubts and smashed them away. She was strength and she'd held on long enough for her body to sing with the perfect joy of completion. Gregory's eyes screamed that her victory was everything she had intended.
His head was no longer attached to his body. It wasn't even attached to her body. His soul was lost in the rush and the sobbing that followed. He wasn't crying. He never cried, but his chest was heaving and his face was wet from more than sweat. He was lost.
And then he wasn't. Slowly he felt the warmth of a body pressed tight against his. The salt of sweat on his lips was sweet as it beaded on the damp brown hairs of the chest holding him safe from the whirling, terrifying universe. Arms held his shoulders, something hard, a chin, rested on his head. He was small, weak and vulnerable but for the first time in his life he was entirely content with that. He pulled himself out of her arms, wanting to look at her, to tell her she was right, he'd been a fool to doubt her and a hundred, thousand other thoughts of love that buzzed like angry wasps in his head.
Gregory waited for his heart to stop pounding in his chest. Olivia was quiet, catching her breath faster than he did.
When his finally quieted, he rested his cheek against her chest and sighed. "You were right."
Her smile was wise and warm. Olivia reached for his tears and licked them from the tips of her fingers without losing the look that answered all of the questions he couldn't find the breath to ask. "You were wonderful." She said and the pressure of her lips against his confirmed it.
"Is it always like that?" Gregory wondered as he pulled himself away. His hair tickled his bare shoulders as he turned to look at her. "For you, when you're not me, I mean."
She laughed and stretched her arms back over her head as she let the sheet slide down her chest. "You're probably better at your- my- part, darling." Winking impishly, she leaned in like an proud young man. "It was my first time after all."
He narrowed his eyebrows and pulled the sheet up over his chest, which was cooling in the open air. Propping herself up on her elbow, she caught a curl of his hair and smiled at it softly. "Bette's going to be sad that I ruined your curls."
He hit her shoulder, giggling as he pulled his hair out of her reach. "I'm not letting her near me again with anything hot. She tried to burn my hair off."
"My hair." She corrected with a patronizing smile. "I'd like to think I'll get it back eventually."
He rolled over to play with the short, dark brown hair that had been his until that morning. "I'm pretty fond of my hair too. Although-" He gave in to the impulse to kiss her, forcing the oddness of it out of his mind. "It looks pretty good on you."
"Does it now?" She pulled a piece of it from her forehead and studied it before pushing it back up her forehead. "I have to admit that I like how easy it is. All I did was shower and shave." She traced a hand over her face and wrinkled her nose in amusement. "I didn't even cut myself."
Gregory stood up, and balanced his right leg up on the bed. "I got you though." He pointed to a fresh cut on the back of his knee. "Bled all over the place."
Olivia kissed his knee sympathetically and pulled him unceremoniously back into bed. "I warned you!" She caught his waist and made him squeal as she tickled her way up his sides to his arms.
He fought for a moment before losing himself in her eyes when she stopped. "I love you." He whispered seriously as part of the gravity of the situation sunk in. He could be stuck in her body for the rest of his life and as strange as it was, she was in it with him. "No matter what happens, at least we're together."
She cupped his chin, struck by his honesty. "Gregory-"
Gregory felt her kiss, the insistence of her lips against his own made him smile in spite of the resurgent nausea. He sat up quickly, wishing it had stayed away longer. "I don't mind being in your body, but I'm ready to give this flu back..." He dropped his head into his hands, trying to ignore the churning of his stomach.
She sat up behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders to steady him. "Come back here." Wrapping her arms around him, Olivia sat up behind him. "Take it from someone who knows what you're going through. You lie down and think about something else and it goes away."
"Think about what?" He complained as she pulled him back.
"I got rid of Cole today." Olivia offered as she stroked his forehead. "If anything, that should make you feel better."
"You got rid of Cole?" He echoed with disbelief as he let his eyes closed. "That's a lovely fantasy Olivia-"
She cut him off briskly. "It's true! I frightened the hell out of him and he's gone." Smoothing Gregory's hair thoughtfully, she readied her cover story. "For good I think."
Gregory ran several arguments through his head before it hit him that she was entirely serious. "You scared him, didn't you?"
"I thought of something you hadn't and I tried it." She brushed a hand across his face, chasing the accusatory look out of his eyes. "Don't be angry, I wasn't sure if it would work or I would have told you."
Screwing his eyes shut and swallowing a wave of nausea, Gregory waited for her to explain.
"I told Cole I'd set him up. I'd make sure Caitlin walked in on him and another woman. "
His eyes snapped open in surprise and Olivia laughed slightly as he turned in the bed to look at her. "How? Who?" He shook his head quickly. "Never mind. Just tell me-"
"You. I told Cole if he didn't leave Sunset Beach, today, Caitlin would walk in on him and you."
Olivia's quick reflexes kept him in bed as he tried to sit up in surprise. "Me?"
"I know it sounds far-fetched-"
"Far-fetched!" Gregory slipped from her grasp and pulled the sheet around him as he left the bed. "It's lunacy-"
Olivia caught the sheet and ripped it from his body as she smiled at him wickedly. "Bette did help me with the idea."
"That explains a hell of a lot!" Gregory crossed his arms petulantly over his chest and turned to her with the first hint of acceptance. "But it worked?"
"It worked. Cole believed me." She caught his arm and pulled him back to the bed. Gregory's resistance melted as she locked her hands behind his neck. "It's amazing how commanding you can be. If the right person's in your body."
Gregory let her hands wander down his bare back and direct him back to the bed. "I'll have to take your word for it." He kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose. As Olivia started to roll them both back to the bed, he stopped for a moment. "Wait, wait-"
Stopping immediately, Olivia titled her head to the side and tried to keep her annoyance out of her face. "What?"
He chased her annoyance away with a lingering kiss that promised to be a hell of a lot more fun than talking about Cole. . "I want to be on top this time."