Thomas and Cassandra (Male x Futa Romance)

Disclaimer

Why a Male and Futa romance? Because there can never be enough male and futa romances. Forgive me if it seems like an after school special mixed with theatrics. I'm doing my best to draw from myself, and I never had a deep serious high school romance. :p

Setting: Granger High School was a real school in West Valley City, Utah. It has been since torn down and a community education complex was built. However, the Granger High School depicted in the story is fiction. Yes, it does take place in Utah with an LDS Seminary.

Characters:

Thomas Robbe: High School student, studies science, martial arts, and math.

Cassandra "Cassie" Jones: High School student; is into sports -- especially track.

Richard "Rick" Howard: Thomas' best friend. Likes basketball.

Jessica Thyme: A popular kid at school. Good looks, good hairstyle, good grades, she has it all. If that weren't enough, she has a crush on Thomas.

Tina: High School Student; has a tattoo on her panty line.

Brother Landry: LDS Seminary Teacher.

Mister Bruenor: School History teacher.

Prologue -- No sex, Incident in an alley way.

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My name is Cassandra Jones. Most people call me Cassie for short. I am sixteen. I go to Granger High School in Salt Lake City. I am about medium height. I have long honey blonde hair, and I'm on the track team. I have a good, slender body, although most of my fat went to my breasts and I am a healthy C-cup. I like wearing short shorts to school, because I have taken a liking to them. But today, I'm in my bun huggers. And also today, I'm running down an alley way between two buildings built of stucco. Why? Well, some bullies are after me.

The stucco is a tan beige with a red trim around the buildings. It's become the latest rage here in the City of Faith -- well, City of Gloom is more like it. However it's spring time, and the days of a temperature inversion caused fog or haze is pretty much over with.

"Where are you going girl?" asked one of the bullies. He looked heavy set, and about fifteen. He wore trousers that encircled about the waist. In a culture where they want us thin, this boy looked like he was a ball, almost. I suppose the human race has to have variety, and no government or culture can make everyone thin.

"You have no where to go down that alley," said a second. This one wore oversized pants that sagged enough so you can see most of his boxer shorts. He had messy hair, wore long grungy shirt over his dark brown green tee shirt, and an equally grunge green ski cap on his head, covering most of his red hair. His shoes were actually leather steel tipped boots.

A third quipped, "Yes, you freak. You have no where to go." The third, well, left his shirt open and wore knee length shorts that also sagged. He also wore tennis s