Anke is frustrated

“Tails,” says Anke looking a little disappointed. “We better finish editing this film I guess.”

“The universe doesn’t want your wet little pussy to be satisfied just now,” you say.

“What would you have done?” asks Anke.

“Do you really want to know?” you ask. “Are you not wet enough?”

“Tell me!” she says.

“Ok,” you say. “I’d have started by putting my hand on your leg, then running my fingers along your soft inner thigh until I reached your pussy. I’d have lingered there for a bit feeling how wet you were, then pushed a finger or two in and finger fucked you for a bit until you begged me for more. Then I’d have decided whether or not to lick your pussy for a while before putting you on your back and fucking you. Something like that.”

You notice Anke has spread her legs a little wider and is looking very flushed.

“Now I really want it. When can we toss the coin again,” she asks.

You explain the rules that you and Carrie worked out.

“Twenty-four hours is a long time to feel like this, how do you manage it?” she asks.

“You’ll get other chances to toss the coin,” you say. “Carrie said that once she started watching for opportunities for sex they became available all the time. You just don’t get to chose which to take.”

“I better get this film finished then,” says Anke. “What do you want to be called for the credits?”

“Buck Naked. Pizza Delivery Guy is played by Buck Naked,” you say.

“That’ll work,” says Anke.

You both start a little at some louder sounds from next door.

“If it’s any consolation,” you say. “The thought of fucking you has me pretty turned on as well. There’s a bit of an ache in my balls.”

“Didn’t you cum all over Mae about a couple of hours ago?” says Anke. “How quickly do you want sex again.”

“It depends. For men variety seems biologically factored in. An opportunity with a different woman radically cuts down the cool down period. Google the Coolidge effect,” you suggest.

Anke clicks the browser and types in the search box then reads the page.

“That’s an interesting thing for a president to be remembered for,” she says.

“If only Mrs Coolidge had known how to deliver a ruined orgasm,” you say. “She wouldn’t have had any problems with her husband.”

Anke types into the browser again and reads some more.

“Goodness,” she says. “I think I understand the science, but what’s it like to experience?”

You tell her about your experience with Carrie and Maud and how you would have done anything they asked.

“Rewiring your brain sounds scary,” she says.

“Think of it more as uncovering an option rather than changing something that’s already there,” you say. “You’re probably getting a taste of it with not being able to act on how horny you are feeling. Your brain’s probably a little foggy and your senses are hyper aware for possible stimuli. Is that right?”

Anke nods.

“And it’s a nice state to be in, but you’d also like to be fucked to resolve it? I think you’ve been slipping into it since yesterday. Then today watching me fuck Mae and seeing Antoine’s cock made you more pliable to the point you agreed to toss the coin. And now you’re at the point where you want fucked and the only thing stopping that is the coin toss said no.”

Anke leans sideways into you and you put your arm around her.

“You make it sound like we’re less in control of ourselves than we think,” she says.

“This week has made me think about that differently,” you say. “I think we spend so much time and energy trying to stay in control that we don’t really know what we want. Being in control of what’s going on becomes the objective. You should meet Maud though, she would explain it better than me.”

It’s been quiet from next door for a bit.

“It’s probably safe to go to the kitchen to get some more water, shall I bring you some?” you offer.

“Sure,” says Anke. “And send Mae through, she can review my work and see what she thinks.”

You get up and head for the door.

“Give me your number. I liked our chat and I want to toss the coin with you before the week’s up,” says Anke.