It is a very bright Monday morning. Kelsi Lust wakes up earlier than usual. The athletic beauty stretches out her long, toned limbs and untangles her messy hair. She sighs before sitting up on the mattress. Yawning, the 18 years old sports star gets to her feet and stumbles to the bathroom. She discards her nightgown and then steps into the shower stall. Turning the faucet, Kelsi luxuriates in the warm water cascading over her muscular yet curvy nude frame, lathering up her unblemished skin with strawberry-scented soap and rinsing off. She gets out of the stall to dry up with her towel and brushes her pearly white teeth, putting on a tight, low-cut t-shirt and short skirt. The girl then combs her hair and goes downstairs.
As usual, Kelsi finds that her father, a wealthy business tycoon, has already left for work. Her mother, Katrine, a doctor working at the local hospital, is preparing to leave as well. The older woman presses a gentle kiss to her forehead, ruffles her hair a little to the indignation of the teenager. Kelsi pouts before saying "I might get home a bit late. Logan's hosting a party today." She starts eating from her fruit bowl while her mom shakes her head disapprovingly. Katrine does not like how often her daughter goes out clubbing and partying with friends, and then returning home wasted the next morning. But her husband convinces her to let their child be, since Kelsi manages to get straight A grades and maintain her excellent sports performance, which has already secured scholarship offers from some top colleges.
The gorgeous teen makes her way to school, leaving home at the same time as she does almost every morning. She bicycles to the campus at an easily manageable place for a long-distance track star like her, getting off at the entrance. Locking her bike at the indicated place, Kelsi shakes her long, curly hair, allowing the brunette strands to flow down her firm shoulder blades and back. Her friends from the team quickly joined her. Everywhere she goes, Kelsi is surrounded by girls who either want to hang out or are jealous, and perverted glances from boys longing to get into her pants. She snickers after catching a group of footballers ogling her voluptuous figure when they think she wouldn't notice.
"Hey, are you going to Logan's today?" Delia, Kelsi's best friend, whispers to Kelsi and their teammate Riley, as they wait for the first class to start. "I'm really itching to get my cunt stuffed with some massive dick." The trio of sports girls begin to giggle until their teacher arrives. They immediately go silent and start dutifully making notes. The teacher then hands out an assignment to each of them, telling everyone to start at the same time and finish by the end of the lesson. Kelsi can't understand why her friends enjoy getting railed so much, being a virgin despite having a massive group of guys who would be more than willing to fuck her.
At the end of class, she and her two friends quickly make their way out to head to the next lesson, only for her to run into someone and fall down on her toned ass. "Ouch!" she muttered, slowly getting back to her feet, helpfully hoisted up by Delia. The girl looks at the glass-wearing reedy individual who is picking up her fallen collection of a bag, books and some papers. "Watch where you're going, geek," Kelsi says snobbishly.
At least the boy has the decency to look sheepish and apologetic, rubbing the back of his neck shyly with one hand and extending her belongings in the other to her. "I'm sorry," he apologizes sincerely, looking down at his shoes as though they are the most interesting things he has ever seen in his life. The beauty queen quickly snatches her stuff back and huffes as she walks off with her cohorts in tow, before glancing back over her shoulder at him. The boy, whose name is Adam Belle, looks away, flushing, before heading in another direction. Now that she thinks about it, he has a sort of beautiful, feminine face.
Kelsi turns back to look at her friends, who eye her curiously, before shrugging nonchalantly. Inside though, she is consumed by some weird feelings the girl never experienced before. She tries to discard them but couldn't help feeling a weird sort of yearning to go talk to Adam. It is actually pretty funny since they never had a single conversation before literally running into each other in the hallway. The teenage athlete grumbles to herself over her mixed emotions, then heads off to her next lesson with her friends.
During lunch, they sit together at the popular kids' table, chatting loudly. Bored, Kelsi looks around the cafeteria, before taking notice of something. She spots the boy from earlier today, Adam Belle, poking at his salad and eating slowly while reading a book. 'What a bookworm' she thinks to herself derisively. Suddenly, there is a commotion when Rodney, a massive linebacker, is seen grabbing a younger, much smaller kid by the collar, shaking him aggressively. The brawny teen yells at the terrified youngster to fork over some money. He is so terrifying in his rage that the poor kid wets his pants. Rodney snarls before raising his meaty fist and preparing to bash in the smaller boy's nose. Everyone gasps when Adam walks up to Rodney from behind, taps the larger boy on the shoulder, and then hands him a five dollars bill.
Rodney takes the banknote, looking briefly at the other boy, before marching off, letting the young kid crumple to the floor, where he desperately thanks Adam. Adam pays no heed to all the glances directed at him, instead focussing on helping the boy to his feet and making sure he is alright. Then, he goes back to his seat and continues with his lunch, as if the people staring at him don't even exist. Kelsi stares at him with a new found respect. She finds herself starting to eye him with interest and spends the rest of the day sneaking peeks at him with Adam being none the wiser.
Later, she finds herself in trouble when realizing she left her homework at home. The girl worries about having to explain it to a skeptical teacher who might tell her off in front of everyone, when Adam unexpectedly turns up at her desk with his own work, and hands it to her awkwardly, muttering "You can hand mine in." He blushes deeply, seemingly intent on examining his shoes. " Better for me to get told off than you."
"Thanks," the girl says, beaming brightly at him.