I'm a Walking Disaster With My Unwanted Virginity

Grandma untied the geezer who just stood up and stared at me. 

He was perfectly healthy again but just slightly paler. Eyes slightly redder. 

He didn't say a word and just went for the door. He was going to leave just like that?

No one said anything to him, I didn't either. He probably needed some alone time. 

He'd gone out, but came back a second later and went inside the house instead. 

"The first few days, sunlight feels like hell," Leilis explained. 

There wasn't much sunlight out though. The sun would set soon. 

Meanwhile, the geezer was gone; lost inside the house. I had no idea where he went. 

And frankly, I wasn't interested. I was just glad he survived. 

"Thanks a ton. I really mean that."

Leilis smiled. And blushed ever so slightly. "Then, marry me!" 

Wait, what?

"Yeah, no." 

Selene let out an exasperated sigh. "To think you got the upper hand like this. But-" She smiled, came this way, and just held Leilis' shoulder. "He actually promised me, so, you'll have to still wait for your turn after me." And she was awfully confident too. 

Now, I wanted to sigh.

'When the hell did I make that promise again?'

I just got married. The geezer just got saved. And the guests had just left. 

I wanted to go rest a little before dinner. Or maybe go out for a walk with Marg. 

But really?

Now I had to deal with this?

Well, it wasn't that bad…

One thing led to another and Leilis and Selene started fighting. Though I say fighting, they were just pulling on each other's hairs and stuff- hurling compliments- nothing too ugly.

"You damn voluptuous redhaired beauty!"

"You damn voluptuous gorgeous babe!"

Wow- I did not think reverse cursing was a thing. But really, voluptuous?

Well, they certainly weren't wrong that was for sure. 

I had this weird urge to see how things would proceed, but Marg went there and just put a hand on both their shoulders. "Knock it off you two."

"Right!" They said in unison. 

Why the hell were they listening to her?

What the hell was going on here?

And why the hell were they just stopping like that?

Disappointed I was. 

Anyway- "Think I'll go out for a walk. Mag, you want to come?" I tried pronouncing her name like her family did. 

"Sure. And you can keep calling me just as you always have; sounds more natural."

Well, if she said so. 

And so, the two of us proudly headed off outside for a late afternoon walk and promptly came back. 

Why?

I was still in my frigging suit. And she, in her wedding dress.

We had to change. 

***

The two of us just walked through the endless rice fields. Rice and Barley. There was plenty. 

A sweet aroma. 

I was holding her hand. The muddy road was kind of narrow, so she was close. 

My heart was skipping beats and I was weirdly sweaty. 'Was holding hands always this-'

Had I regressed back to being a grade-schooler? Why the hell was I getting excited and nervous over this! Actually, even during those days, I wasn't this nervous around women. 

And she was awfully quiet. Or was it because I wasn't talking?

She actually looked and smelled great. How the hell did girls do that? Or more importantly, how the hell did she do that?

She was only wearing a white one-piece dress. 

And yet, I felt nervous. 

The hell!

"Do you want to sit down?" She said. 

We were at the end of the field, just near the edge of the frozen lands. Gusts of cold wind kind of came this way and my sweat started evaporating. 

No one else was in sight. 

These fields were always empty.

"Sure?"

The sun was setting. We had roughly ten minutes. 

The two of us sat down on the grass. We'd pretty much be showering after this- or at least I was going to- so it was fine. 

Marg gently rested her head on my shoulder and the two of us stared at the setting sun- or rather she did. Cause, I was just staring at her. 

Birds were returning back home. 

After a moment though, she noticed. "What? Something in my hair?"

"No-nope."

She let out a giggle. "You're awfully nervous for once."

I guess she was paying more attention than I gave her credit for.

"Well, when you consider that I'd be spending the rest of my life with a beauty like you, of course, anyone would be nervous."

'The hell did I just say?' I almost cringed- almost. 

She just looked at me, smiled faintly. "But I didn't just marry anyone. I married you. And you have no reason to be nervous." She proceeded to hug me. "Besides, you're pretty handsome yourself."

We were sitting; it was awkward. 

But- I hugged her too. 

Her warmth- her scent- reassuring. 

Though I didn't consider myself to be 'pretty handsome' I was really glad she thought of me that way. Okay, maybe I did consider myself to be a bit handsome but still! I was glad.

"Also, though I kind of like your smell, you reek, so let's go shower," Marg pulled away. 

'Hey, you weren't that blunt before!'

Oh wait, she was. 

And wait- did she just say- "You're going to join me?"

A grin- no, a smug grin. "I did say I was going to wear a swimsuit, didn't I?" She came close and gently lifted a bit of her dress.

I could see it! 

I could see it! The blue- bikini!

Needless to say, blood ran to various places of my body.

Excited. 

***

We came back home, headed off to the shower, or rather the spring in the basement. 

But unfortunately- it wasn't empty. 

They'd renovated the place. 

And now the spring was pretty big. 

And quite a number of our relatives were going to stay here. 

Sufficed to say, they were keeping the spring occupied. 

Of course, we were welcome to head in there with them- at least that's what they implied. 

Yeah, no thanks. 

There were three bathrooms here. And those too were almost always occupied. 

"I guess showering won't be possible today," I said, taking a step on the staircase. 

Dinner was just around the corner. 

"I guess we can always just shower afterward." Marg was just behind me. 

Or- we could do it again- in the shower. 

I didn't know why but I couldn't hide my grin.

So far- again- amazing day!

Muahahahah!

Oops, almost let out that laugh.