The Virtue sisters were the antithesis of what their father had hoped them to be. He had structured their upbringing around the names that he and his wife had given them. Faith, Hope and Charity Virtue, as young girls, were everything that a deeply religious father could ask for, moulded in the Reverend Matthew Virtue's vision of perfection.
They each began Sunday School before they were old enough for proper school, and their religious education didn't stop there, they were encouraged to respect their elders, pray often, sing hymns along with their parents at home, and read the Bible before bed-time. This regimen of piety was to have a lasting effect on them as they grew into womanhood.
They attended a church-based private school until matriculation and then on to university to study Religious History or Theology. The good Reverend's plans were for his daughters to ascend to a prominent role in the hierarchy of the church, or, the alternative would be to meet a suitably pious young man, and make a life for themselves as a Minister's wife.
While at school they were encouraged to participate in all of the activities appropriate to their age, and when they were old enough, to assume, in turn, the leadership of the church Youth group. They received private tuition in Public Speaking and Deportment, as well as the more genteel of athletic endeavours. Due to Reverend Virtue's stated modest income, they were always conservatively dressed in last year's fashions, donated by parishioners from their daughter's no longer fashionable wardrobe.
So what could possibly go wrong with this scenario?
In a word. SEX.
It was assumed by all three that they would each save themselves for their marriage bed, and their sexual education, delivered behind closed doors by their mother, emphasised the expectation that this would be the case.
But all was not as it seemed, and this was revealed to Faith one afternoon when she arrived home unexpectedly.
As was to be expected, the three Virtue sisters were subjected to the sexual advances of the male population of the university, to the point that bets were being taken as to which of them would be the first to succumb to the charms of one of the young men on campus. A side bet was on which of these young men would be the first to savour the virgin charms of one of them. The short priced favourite for the prize was Faith, and the side bet, Bradley Fulton, and with good reason. He was recognised to be the handsomest young man on campus, and in addition he was the son of the wealthiest of the university's alumni. Also in his favour was the fact that he was active within the university's Christian community, and for this reason, was thought to be a sure thing.
The only spanner in the works, as far as the expected result of this, was that the Virtue sisters had made it known early on that they were saving themselves for the marriage bed, and that the only way that any young man would savour sexual success would be to marry one of them. Tempting as that may have been, no young man was prepared to make that commitment. It was the common position among them, that they all wished to try before taking that step.
"Faith, will you at least allow me to kiss you?"
"I suppose that there is no harm in it, but you may hold my shoulders only, if your hands should so much as move to any other part of my body I will scream so loud that the whole world will know of your disobedience to my rules."
"I don't know why I even bother. Faith, I love you to distraction, but I'm not sure that you return my affections. For two people to really get to know if they love each other they must explore the physical side of their love. Chaste kissing just doesn't cut it."
"I do love you, but my parents have laid down these rules by which my sisters and I must abide, and one of them is a big 'no' to physical intimacy. You will just have to believe me when I tell you that I truly love you. You are the handsomest and smartest boy that I know."
"Don't forget that I am also the richest."
"Money doesn't mean a thing to me."
"But it does to me. I want to be able to provide for you in all ways, to give you the things that you don't have now, to make you really happy without having to worry about whether you can afford to buy a new dress."
"I know you want that, but I am happy with just having a few nice clothes and things."
"You are amazing, most girls would jump at the chance of becoming my special girl, but not you."
"I want to be your special girl, but if it means that I have to let you pet me and make love to me, then I will have to decline that honour. If you love me you will understand that I cannot go against the wishes of my parents."
"You are my special girl, I want everyone to know that, even though you don't want to let me do what other girls would."
"I do want to, but I can't. I would love to be with you all of the time, I want to marry you and be with you all of the time, but I promised my parents that I would not make love to any boy until we are married."
"But that doesn't mean that we can't kiss each other, and touch each other, does it?"
"Yes it does. If I give you an inch you'll expect a mile. Brad, I know that if I let you touch me that way I will be tempted to let you go further, and how can I be expected to face my parents in the knowledge that I have betrayed their trust in me?"
"I guess that I'll just have to live in hope then."
"You leave Hope alone, and that goes for Charity as well. We are all off limits to wolves like you."
"You didn't get it again, did you?" Jason asked Brad as they walked into the change rooms to change for football practise.
"I got close. She admitted that she is tempted to let me fondle her. I'm wearing her down."
"Yeah, and you'll eventually succeed not long after you sign the marriage register. We know that you're afraid of the C word and all that it stands for. Why don't you just give her up and fuck one of the cheerleaders like the rest of us do. Cindy's got the hots for you, you just have to say the word and she's yours, and she's a good fuck, let me tell you. Been there, done that."
"So, I have to be satisfied with your left-overs, is that it?"
"No, it's not like that at all. I did her once, but, while she was good, her heart wasn't in it and when I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she felt used by the team and the one person who hadn't done her was you. She really likes you and is upset that you haven't asked to fuck her. She has more to offer than that stuck-up Faith Virtue."
"I know, but the thought of being the first to fuck our Minister's daughter will give me more street cred than being yet another jock to fuck Cindy, or any of the other cheerleaders."
"So your eye is on the prize and you just have to have her."
"Yeah, I have to have her, I have to be the one to pop her cherry."
"Good luck with that."
On the surface of it, the Reverend Virtue's church was just like any other church of that denomination. It presented a conservative front to the rest of the world. Its parishioners were conservatively dressed and drove conservative cars, the local Volvo dealer was a member and offered a good discount to church members.
There were two services each Sunday, the morning service at 9:30 am and the evening at 7:00 pm. An active social gathering took place after each of these services and the so-called Inner Circle stayed on for longer.