I woke on Friday with Jill straddling my hips, my cock deep inside her. She worked her hips in a slow elliptical motion, a dreamy look on her face. She stopped for a moment as her whole body shuddered.

“That’s three,” she announced as she climbed off me, “and I’ll bet you need into the bath.”

She was right. As I came out, she was dressing. I dug out clothes and dressed. She had disappeared down the hall. I followed, finding her in the kitchen digging for breakfast stuff while the coffee pot gurgled and hissed.

Over second cups of coffee, Jill told me a lot about how women feel and and what they want. I realized just how shallow my understanding had been. We took our coffee out to the shed. With her advice, we reworked the routines I’d developed, we changed them to ramp up to the full sensation, rather than come on all at once. They needed testing and after some thoughtful consideration, Jill agreed to be my test subject.

“Okay, first test,” I said, “Sleep and wake.”

She yawned hugely, composed herself, and was asleep. A few seconds later, her eyes reopened as she stretched.

“Perfect,” she said, “I felt sleepy and had a little time to settle in and the waking was much gentler.”

“Second test,” I said, “Jabberwocky.”

“Hmm,” she mussed, when she came out of it with a complete knowledge of C++, “doesn’t seem to make much difference.”

“I didn’t think it would,” I said, “I recall it was a lot like day dreaming when I used it on myself, not asleep, but just disinterested in what might be going on around me.”

“You’re right,” she said, “that’s a good description of how I felt too.”

Third test,” I announced, “orgasm. We need to think up a better name. Ready”

“Hit me,” she said, “Aaaahh! AAAaaahhh! AAAAAAaIIIEEEE!!”

Jill was panting, recovering from her induced orgasm.

“Nice crescendo effect,” I observed.

“Much better,” she panted out, “I knew it was coming, no pun intended, and was ready for it. A little longer ‘ramp’ might be good, but it’s much better than last night.”

“Can you explain that?” I asked her.

“Last night, each one hit like a sledge hammer,” she said, “this is more like a strong push.”

“We’ll leave it at that for now.” I told her.

We talked about other reactions that we might trigger, such as hunger, thirst, laughter, and crying. I didn’t see much real use for any of them at the moment, but made notes anyway. Claudia ran in, grabbed some things from her desk and ran out yelling ‘appointments’. Jill and I looked at each other and burst into laughter. Conner and Lisa sauntered in got coffee for themselves and found seats.

I explained, briefly what we’d been doing. Lisa thought the changes were a good idea, Jill enthusiastically agreed. Conner thought a toned down version of the ‘afterglow’ might be useful if we started using outsiders as scan or test subjects. I made a note of that too.

Soon, Conner and Lisa were deep into creating longer little movies with better backgrounds and other effects. Jill, with a little coaching, was running bits of the scans on herself, making notes. I worked on a less obtrusive headset and the tablet interface for portable use, as well as a better graphical interface for the tablet.

The phone rang, Jill being closest at the moment answered it, made brief remarks and let out a happy squeal. She handed the phone to me. It was Jennifer. Her mother had agreed to the transfer! Part of the reason was the ‘friend’ she could stay with at a rent lower than what the dormitory cost. She would be ready to go after her last class next Friday. I shared the news and everyone thought it was great.

Claudia breezed in, waving a slip of paper.

“I did it!” she crowed, “I sold one of your games!”

“What?” said Conner, “Witch one?”

“That thing with the dragons and flying sailing ships.” Claudia said, presenting the paper, a check, to Conner.

Conner’s eyes opened wide. “You sold Skyworld for a hundred thousand pounds?”

“They were looking for something in the genre to go against a competitor, and they liked your graphics.” Claudia explained, “I had to sell the full rights to them, so they can make changes without asking you, but there is a small royalty involved.”

“Royalty?” said Conner in a daze.

When sales, after their production and marketing costs exceed the hundred K,” Claudia said, “you will get some small amount for every copy sold. I have a contract for you to sign that I’ll take back on Monday, and I’ll need a couple more copies of the game.”

“We need to celebrate!” I said, “What’s your favorite restaurant, Conner?”

“We need to cash that check first,” said Claudia, “or put it in the bank.