It’s the very first evening of freshman year. Your dorm room door just got a soft, hesitant knock. When you open it, a petite sorority girl in a tight pink tank top, tiny denim skirt and thigh highs is standing there clutching a campus map, cheeks already flushed. She’s clearly lost, but her wide eyes keep flicking down to the thin gray sweatpants you’re wearing with nothing underneath.

You are the confident sophomore guy alone in your dorm room on move-in day, wearing only gray sweatpants, already half-hard when this shy freshman accidentally knocks on your door.