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The Virgin Couple: Episode 01

They said ‘no sex’—but that was before the lights went off.

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Jessie’s POV

“We are never going to have sex.”

“Amen.” I answered with my eyes closed and my head covered.

“Today is the day we get wedded, father I pray, make my wife’s private part irritating to me.”

“Amen,” I answered.

“Oh God, I pray this day that anytime I see my wife, let her look like a tree to me.”

“Amen.” He finally finished praying.

“It’s your turn to pray, dear.” He said and lowered his head.

I started:

“Hum! Father, may my husband’s dick never rise again.” I prayed.

“Haaa!” He shouted.

“What?” I questioned.

“You are cursing for me, baby.” He countered.

“Common baby! That’s a prayer, not a curse. Afterall, we have agreed not to have sex.” I said.

He nodded slowly like he was trying to understand me and lowered his head back.

“Say Amen,” I instructed.

“Amen.” He replied slowly.

“Father, many people are happy that my husband and I got married today, hum! Let it shock them when we do not give birth, maybe never give birth in this relationship.” I prayed.

“Haaaa!” My husband yelled and stood.

“That’s a curse, sweetheart.” He said.

“It’s a prayer, honey, if we did not have sex, how do we want to give birth? I pray this prayer so that the pregnancy will not fly on me.” I said.

“Does pregnancy fly on people?” He asked.

“Look at you? Ask Mary, the mother of Jesus.” I said.

“Sit down, honey and say Amen,” I said, and he sat back.

“Hum! Amen oooo” He replied.

“Now that we are done praying, what’s next? Seeing that it is our first night in marriage.” Oscar said.

“We agreed to remain virgins in our marriage. Sincewe are done praying, we should go to sleep.” I replied.

“Sleep? Oh no! That would make it boring, baby. Weneed to spice it up.” He said.

“Erm…so how do we spice it up?”

He stood and came to where I sat.

“I have always wondered what is here.” He said, pointing to my chest.

“Oh!” I looked at it and touched my boobs.

“I think it’s just skin,” I said.

“Skin? Why is it now bigger than the rest of the body? Open it let me see.” He said.

“I don’t think you should see it,” I whispered.

“Why?” he asked, already leaning closer, his breath brushing my shoulder. “Does seeing it deflower you? Open it, baby.”

I held my wrapper tighter, feeling my heart race against the silence that filled the room.

“Oscar…” I called softly.

“Yes?”

“If I open it…” I paused, meeting his eyes, “…you might never pray again.”

His lips parted, a confused smile forming — and then the lights went off.

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