I don’t know how it happened exactly, but Harker and I found ourselves talking about sex, about orgasm, specifically whether we’d ever seen anyone have an orgasm in real life other than our partner.

“Well, I’ve seen you come,” I told him.

“Yeah, but you’re my partner,” Harker pointed out.

I gave a soft sort of snort.

“And I’ve seen you,” Harker pointed out.

“So my orgasms don’t count?” I said.

“You know what I mean,” Harker said. “Also I’m talking about someone of the same sex.”

“Oh, so you get to make the rules,” I said.

“Yes,” Harker said. “So have you?”

“Back freshman year,” I told him. “This girl Miri in the dorm. It was her birthday so some of us had a party for her. Complete with cake and presents. We got her a neat necklace. Also some makeup. Other stuff. And sort of as a gag, a vibrating dildo. It was a very cool soft pink.”

Harker said, “What about the orgasm?”

“I’m getting to that,” I said. “After some cake and drinks. Um, alcoholic drinks, we agreed that the party wouldn’t be complete without some party games. We played a sort of version of truth or dare, and because she was the birthday girl, Miri was always it. We peppered her with questions. One of them was what was the best orgasm you ever had. Miri blushed, started to lie, then admitted she’d never had an orgasm. ‘We can fix that,’ we told her. She was a little reluctant, but we had our way.”