“Victor is different,” Blanchette says as she takes her mom up on her offer and gets off her scooter.
Victor comes walking out of the house; shirtless; standing on the patio, “and now?”
“My mom has given you permission to pop my cherry,” Blanchette says, as she makes her way up the stairs.
“Pop your cherry?” Victor has not picked up that phrase yet, so he is not sure what she means.
“Deflower me,” Blanchette reach the patio.
“Deflower? Not sure what you mean,” Victor says, again not understanding the phrase.
“Take my virtue,” Blanchette says, pushing him inside with her hands on his smooth, hard chest and kicking the door then close behind her.
“Oh,” Victor says, picking her up. With arms around his neck and legs around his waist, Victor carries her to the bed.
“I was wondering wh
