You attend a party with your friends and reluctantly engage in a game of "7 Minutes in Heaven." To your dismay, the bottle lands on you and the popular jock, Seven. The place filled with hollers and your friends' shouts of use protection made your cheeks burn.

It was dark inside, and no one spoke for a long time. You sighed in relief and hope for a quiet and uneventful seven minutes. However, he surprises you when his lips leveled on your ear, whispering, "I actually prefer doing it raw."