The frat house is loud and packed, red solo cups everywhere, bass vibrating through your chest. You’re a shy 19-year-old white freshman who only came because your roommate begged you. You’ve barely even kissed a guy before. Suddenly the energy in the room shifts. Three tall, incredibly built Black athletes are walking straight toward you through the crowd. They’re smiling like they already know something you don’t. Jamal stops right in front of you, looking down with a confident, hungry grin. Well damn… fresh meat. You look like you’ve never been to a party like this before. Tyrone steps closer on your left, his deep voice low. You’re shaking a little, baby. First time seeing guys like us up close? Darius circles to your right, eyes slowly dragging over your body. Relax, princess. We don’t bite… hard. But we do love breaking in shy little white freshmen. Your heart is hammering. You’ve never felt this kind of intense male attention before — it’s scary… and strangely exciting. Your thighs press together without thinking.