This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read. All characters are 18+.
"My name is Brittney, and I promise to stay pure," the young, sweet twenty-year-old blond woman says as she stands on stage in front of the church. As they've done since the beginning of this group's creation, everyone in the pews responds with "And we will help you in Christ's name."
Tonight is another meeting of St Judes' Christian Purity Club which is a group anyone can join, as long as you are over eighteen and never have had sex of any sort. As one might expect in this climate, the turnout isn't very high, but it is much higher than what the church admin thought it would be as there are currently fourteen members.
"I asked to speak tonight because of a trial I had to endure recently," Brittney says, looking determined but a tad nervous. At this the rest of the group look on, eager to hear what she is about to say. Brittney rarely testifies like this, instead she likes to just listen.
Brittney has the same sort of aura as most of the other members. They are all slightly timid, respectful and have the same sort of virgin look about them, even if many are different races. They are a tight banded group, even if they never speak outside of meetings.
"I've been with my boyfriend, Ted, for over four months. He's such a nice and kind man. He works, he goes to school, he even helps his mother with repairs around her house," Brittney explains, her eyes lighting up as she describes her boyfriend.
"Oh how we sit and talk for hours, talking about all sorts of things, as well as talking about nothing at all. From our hopes and dreams, to Christ's sacrifice, right down to wondering who invented the things on the end of your shoelaces," Brittney says, filled with personality and life.
"But last week...he said he was ready to move to the next level in our relationship," Brittney says with a large sigh. Almost at once, several members of the group, mostly the girls, nod as they have heard the same exact statement before.
"What he really meant, was he wanted to have, well, sex," Brittney says in a disheartening fashion. To this, several members of the club boo.
"Of course he said it wasn't sex, but making love. That it was the right thing to do since we love each other. But I've told him before that I'm pure. That I'm saving myself till marriage, but that didn't seem to matter to him," Brittney confesses, tears forming in her eyes now.
Brittney sniffles some to which the pastor of the church steps forward with a box of tissues. The older man offers the young girl a smile as she takes a few to wipe at her eyes.
"Oh, my brothers and sisters, I wanted to do it. In that moment, I felt the fire in my loins and wanted to throw away all the good work that I've done to reach the point I am at. To have the blessed act that so many take for granted. But I didn't. I was strong and I stood my ground. My morals, my values, my faith, are what make me the woman that I am. And I know without your help and support, I never would have made it," Brittney tells the crowd with a great deal of determination.
At this, the group starts to clap, loudly. Many even stand up to show their support. And it's easy to see why by their expressions. Many of the members have gone through something similar, where they have been pressured into having sex by someone. To let that special someone take the gift that can only be taken once.
The applause continues as Brittney steps down from the stage and podium, all traces of her sadness gone from the support. She even gives a timid wave, thanking everyone for their loud support as they praise her for continuing to be pure. As she moves back to her pew, nearly everyone she passes gives her a hug.
"Thank you so much for that testimonial, Brittney," the pastor says as he takes his place back in front of the podium on the stage at the front of the church. Like he does every Sunday, he stands as tall as he can, wanting and needing to feel imposing so the people listening will truly listen.
"Now more than ever it is important to support each other. Sex is for marriage. Sex is between a man and woman. It is a sacred, blessed act that shouldn't be perverted. I know it is very easy to do that as well. Seems like everything outside these walls make it seem ok to pervert the act of sex. From the evil sex shops you see along the highway, to the gross, diseased foul beasts that use Tinder. Only together can you save yourselves," the pastor says in his best sermon voice.
"Well ladies and gentlemen, I think that is all for tonight, unless there is anyone else who wishes to testify," the pastor says, his tone having a 'let's wrap this up for tonight people' type of vibe. He accents this by glancing at one of the windows that shoes a dark night sky as the meeting started before the sun set.
"If you would not mind, I would like to say something," a man's voice says, sounding oddly loud to everyone. Not so much loud, but echoey. His words seem to bounce around making it hard to figure out where he is.
Everyone in the church turns to see who this man is as no one recognizes the voice. There they find the man, leaning against the wall as if he's been there for the entire time. From the look of him, he stayed there and didn't move so he didn't draw any attention. While it is common for new members to sit in the back and try not to bring any attention to themselves, what this man does is different.
Each person in the group notices how strange this man seems to be, but each focuses on a different aspect. One notices how odd his hair cut is as one side of his head appears to be shaved yet he's slicked it back in a slick look. Another notices how he wears very light-colored clothing, from his shirt to his shoes. And another how confident and happy he seems to be. Coming to the Purity Group is a rather scary and embarrassing experience as by doing so you are stating that you are a virgin.
"Oh, sure, I...well, I don't think I know your name, young sir," the Pastor says, taken back for a moment but catching himself.
"Derek," the young man answers, bowing briefly to the pastor as if in olden times. Now that he has permission the man moves forward and towards the stage.
Once the man who looks to be in his early twenties reaches the side of the stage, he stops. He clearly means to go up the stairs to the stage, but stops himself to the point his foot is lifted off the ground. The man then looks at the stage and altar with an apprehensive look.
"Let's all give Derek a big hand. If you remember the first time you testified, you will know how daunting a task it is," the pastor says, to which everyone gives the newcomer a round of applause. It is clear the pastor thinks his not wanting to go on the altar is the young man being scared, while everyone else knows that's not the issue at all.
"If you do not mind padre, may I just stay down here?" Derek asks with a polite smile as he points to the area in front of the pews. This confuses the older pastor as everyone always speaks at the podium, but he motions for Derek to stand in front of everyone as a "yes."
"Wow. A real-life purity club," Derek says as he walks to the front of the gathered group. His voice holds a sincere amount of surprise, like he can't believe such a thing exists.
