Complicated by Rachael Ross (Futa/female, Romance, Erotic)

Story by rachaelross

I found one! This story was originally written as two long (10kword) chapters with a rather ambiguous ending, in case I ever wanted to write a continuation. I'm breaking it up into four chapters for your reading pleasure, but the ending hasn't changed. New chapters should go up over the next few days at about this same time. It was originally posted on various sites under the pen name T.S.Severe and let's see, it's about two years old and the writing should be okay. The "futa" character in this story is actually more TG than fantasy futanari, and I apologize for that. I'm not trying to mislead anyone here. -rr

Complicated

Copyright 2011 Rachael Ross all rights reserved

Some portions of this fictional dramatization are based on actual persons and events - But no one you'd know.

Story Codes: TG/f, first, oral, anal, petting, romance, and angst, lots and lots of angst

Synopsis: A teenage girl meets the love of her life when her older sister brings a pretty coed home from college. Unfortunately, love isn't always as simple as it should be and this time it's going to be extra complicated.

Complicated

by T.S.Severe

Chapter One

I met Lauren shortly after my seventeenth birthday. She was already twenty-years-old and a friend and classmate of my older sister. Exactly how they met or why they became so close was never really explained. I like to imagine that Paula only wanted to annoy our parents, but the truth is that she'd always been most interested in people who were different. And she loved making trouble for me, of course.

"Lauren's kind of different," Paula confided to me over the phone. "I don't know what Mom and Dad will say, but you have to promise me you'll be nice. Okay?"

"They won't even be here," I reminded her.

Our parents were planning a second honeymoon in Hawaii and despite my age, they'd insisted that Paula stay with me while they were gone. The trip happily coincided with Spring Break and they were probably worried about their oldest daughter appearing in a Girls Gone Wild video. This way they could kill two birds with one stone, or something. I didn't pretend to understand my parents. I only hoped they knew Paula had decided to bring along a friend and I wondered how strange a college coed could be.

"Different how?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"You'll see," she replied, refusing to elaborate. My sister only laughed as I peppered her with questions. She liked to tease me that way.

We were very close, you know. We were sisters, but that doesn't explain it. Perhaps because we were separated by three years helped. Any more or less than that might have turned us away from each other, but as it was I admired Paula. Grudgingly perhaps, but only because I was the little sister and kind of jealous too. She'd been popular in high school, a cheerleader and very attractive. She encouraged me to follow in her footsteps, but also to be my own person. I was a cheerleader, well-liked by my classmates, and beautiful in my own way.

Where Paula was a tall brunette with hazel eyes and a reasonable complexion, I'd always been petite. My hair was long and thick, chestnut brown to compliment my green eyes, and my skin had a pale, translucent quality. My friends called me Snow White and I didn't tan in the summer; I broiled like a lobster and so I'd learned to enjoy the great indoors. That was our biggest difference. You couldn't keep Paula in the house and I'll never forget the envy I often felt for her bronzed body. She was an athletic girl, but I became something of a bookworm, at turns amusing and confusing my friends. A geek cheerleader? Right.

At the time, as a high school junior, I was dating a boy named Brad. He played football and I suppose that's the only reason we were going out together. It sounds dumb, but it's true. The prettiest girl in school, captain of the JV cheerleading squad, was expected to date a handsome, athletic jock. We were brought together by circumstance, peer pressure rather than genuine emotion, and after only a few months I was ready to look for someone else. It would be slightly embarrassing when we broke up, but this was high school and a week later the kids would have something else to gossip about. I hoped.

Brad wouldn't mind. He never understood why I got annoyed every time we made out. It had something to do with his hands pawing at my tits,

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