All characters are over 18
Virtue thrust her sign in the air with every phrase the Catholic priest yelled through the megaphone. That he was her husband didn't change her demeanor as she protested the trashy, sinful addition to their bucolic little town.
"God has come to us...to the non-sinners, to the virtuous of this once perfect little town to deliver us from the scourge that is Eroticanistas! We've seen the young girls go in and not come out for hours. We've seen the underbelly of society sneak in to do the Lord knows what to those once virtuous innocent girls!" he spewed. "We, the righteous are God's emissaries on earth to carry out his will. He came to me in my sleep telling me this is a pestilence needing eradication!"
Virtue was the fourth of three beautiful daughters of a Baptist priest, Faith, now 24 was married in Weberville and had four beautiful kids. Hope was just about to have her first, late for a Wallace as she's already 22. Charity, who just had her 21 birthday is happily married to John Lewis, a 3rd-year seminary student. She just announced she was pregnant to the thrill of the Wallace household.
Virtue came along and her parents had to scramble to continue the theme. Sophia should have been logical but her mother did not want to name her daughter after herself. Then Love was considered but they settled on Virtue to take after her grandfather, Virgil Wallace. She was aptly named as she had no memory of intentionally sinning. She closed her eyes during the repulsive sex education classes and ignored the ugly words like prude, prissy, miss goody-two-shoes, and prig among others her classmates said. That was even after she entered the solid, wholesome Christian Academy.
Clarence Allen was wrapping up, all the crowd yelling 'AMEN!" with every angry phrase directed at the new pornography store in Williams Point, North Carolina. Virtue and the others thrust their placards in the air as if emphasizing every one of his loud invectives directed at the new stain in their community.
After the crowd dispersed as it was time to go home and make dinner, Clarence came up and hugged his wife, "What a turnout," he smiled, "how many did you count?" he asked.
"32, though I didn't recognize half the people there," she said.
Clarence shook his head, "Don't worry about them, they bussed in from Weberville. The Righteous band together wherever the fight leads them. He glared at the storefront with the lewd display. He looked up at the clear sky praying for a bolt of lightning. He looked again at his wife and shook his head, "I told you to wear the yellow dress. This is nice but I needed you to make people notice," he said firmly.
Virtue Allen was blessed, as were her three sisters, with the epitome of the womanly body. Putting numbers on her dimensions didn't do her justice, 5' 1", 103 lbs. makes her the perfect obedient wife as she looked tiny next to her 6' 2", 190 lb. husband. Then she had the curves God intended women to have, 34-20-35. She looked at her simple white dress. It should have made Clarence happy as it hugged her curves and showed her slender legs. Perhaps as it was buttoned up to her throat was the issue, but there was a chilly breeze coming off the ocean.
"Come, let's go home and you can fix dinner, I'd like steak and baked potatoes tonight," he said as he headed over to the sterling grey metallic Chevy Tahoe. He did like the car the parish bought for him. It wasn't the Suburban, but it was well-appointed with the leather interior and seating for 7. He held the door as Virtue slid in wishing she'd worn the yellow dress.
Virtue finished the dishes and came into the living room and plopped down, "My feet are killing me," she sighed, "next demonstration can I wear flats or some other comfortable shoes?" she asked.
Clarence shook his head, "Suffering for God's work should not be questioned. High heels make you taller, make you more noticed," he said before going back to his magazine.
Virtue sighed and then got up, 'makes my butt higher and tighter, my breasts bounce more when I walk,' she thought. Clarence wanted her to be the next Tammy Faye Baker but she drew the line at makeup. Never felt right to her, especially red lipstick. Everyone knows about red lipstick and whores.
"Where are you going? I need more scotch," Clarence said holding out his glass.
Virtue took the glass and headed to the dry bar to refill it, "I'm going to soak in the tub. I told you my feet are killing me and I'm sure Jesus wouldn't mind if I took a bath," she said bitterly.
Clarence didn't notice her tone, just took the glass and nodded.
Virtue studied her body in the mirror. She wished she were more like her older sisters, especially Faith. All three were over 5' 6" and blessed with large breasts. Faith's bra was a 38G; Hope's was 36EE; and Charity's was the same as Hope's. She bounced her large but not huge breasts and sighed. She was still just 19, married 6 months and she might still develop larger breasts. 34D sounded huge but whenever she was with her sisters she felt almost flat-chested. She thumbed her nipples causing her knees to buckle. She quickly snatched her hands away as masturbation while not necessarily a sin leads to sinful thoughts. The few times she succumbed she started out just enjoying the pleasurable feelings, but she started thinking about other men, men she'd seen in movies or on the street. She had to stop every time.
On the other hand, Clarence never touched her breasts except to adjust them before church, or like today, a demonstration. Sex with her husband was normal. Her sisters all said it was the same for them. Pull up their skirts or dresses, take off their underwear, and lie back with their legs spread. Clarence once let her lick his cock but then stepped back, saying it was dirty and only whores did such things. Then she and her sisters looked at the ceiling until their husbands gifted them with their seed. Clarence liked to deposit his seed in her every night, except when she had the curse. Why this wasn't different from masturbation and wasting seed by spewing his sperm inside her when she wasn't fertile she never could figure out, but it wasn't a big deal. She could be a good wife and accommodate her husband for 5 minutes a night...well, 10 sometimes.
She knew why Clarence wanted her to wear the yellow dress. #1, she couldn't wear a bra with it as it was backless. #2, it was so low-cut she was constantly having to pull up the front worried her nipples would pop out. And #3, because it was fairly sheer, and with any light behind she'd be noticed. Clarence wanted the press to put the pictures of the demonstration on the front page, and a shot of Virtue holding the placard up with her big, but not huge breasts exhibited would make it all but a certainty.
The next demonstration wasn't for a few more days and Virtue was able to go to Pilates...yoga being sinful was out, though Virtue secretly did some of the exercises at home. Then she met with her friends... friendly acquaintances for lunch, though they were much older and she never really connected with them.
"Did you hear about Stacy's son, Patrick?" Doris leaned in conspiratorily, "he came out. Said he preferred men," she said.
"What an abomination," Tracy moaned, "every time I think about two men..." she shuddered, "let's change the subject."
Linda nodded, "I'm with Tracy. That's almost as bad as when we heard Lexi came out. She and that dyke friend of hers had the nerve to come into our church!" she spat.
Doris sighed, "Our country is rotting from within. The other day I was going to volunteer over at the women's shelter and they had the nerve to make me choose my pronouns!" she spat.
