Kara’s heart pounded as she sat perfectly still in her seat, trying to ignore the vibrator rumbling insistently inside her. The art history lecture hall was dimly lit for a slideshow, but the other students sitting around her would definitely notice if she started squirming. She bit her lip and gripped her pen tighter. She’d given up on taking notes, but hoped that holding the pen made it less obvious the state she was in...

Fidgeting with her keys, Kara hesitated at the front door of her girlfriend’s apartment. No, scratch that. Victoria always frowned when Kara said, “girlfriend.” She said the word was “used by the patriarchy to demean relationships between women.” But she also resisted any attempt to find a better term to define their relationship, so Kara found herself falling back on the word that most people understood. They’d met at a...