Christie came back laughing so hard she nearly dropped the pizza.
“You should've seen the face of that pizza guy when I opened the door. It was hilarious! And when I pulled the old 'I don't have any cash. Is there another way I can pay for it?', I was sure his eyes were going to fall out. And I nearly lost it when he finally managed to stutter that they also accepted credit cards.”
“You've probably scarred him for life you know.”
“Hardly. He seemed to like staring at my boobs. Can't blame him.” She cupped her breasts and smirked.
“That is indeed a wonderful pair you have there. Out of everyone I know, I think only Rin can compete with you in that area.”
“Pfft, yeah, sure, her balloons are bigger, but mine feels a lot better.”
“I think it's up to me to decide that,” I said jokingly.
“Oh, I'm sure we can arrange something so you can see for yourself,” Christie said dead seriously. “But tonight it's just you, me, a pizza, a six-pack of cold beer and about one hundred big, beautiful balloons.”
I was baffled by the unexpected response. She sat down next to me and handed me a bottle and a pizza slice. We sat there in silence and ate for a few minutes before I finally had to ask.
“Did you really do all this by yourself?”
“No,” she said and swallowed a mouthful of pizza. “Rin helped me. She usually do the proper decorations for the birthday parties at work, so I had her make the arch. I just blew up all the balloons.”
“That must have taken ages!”
“Not really. Bought an electric pump along with the balloons.”
“Oh right. Where did you get all this stuff anyway? I've never seen these kinds of balloons anywhere apart from online, and I'm sure I would've noticed if we got them in the mail.”
“Believe it or not, I found a party store in town the other day. It's only been there for about a month and it's kind of hard to find. They had so many balloons there! And the girl who was working there was really helpful. She was totally hitting on me too,” she laughed.
“Was she hot?”
“I guess. She had a heavy sort of punk look. Shaved one side of the head, dyed the rest purple and she had this pretty cool tribal tattoo on her arms. Lots of piercings too. She was taller than me, but I definitely beat her in the boobs department. Too tall and skinny for some proper balloons.”
“I would've considered it if I didn't have you,” she said. “So I turned her down. She was still really helpful though. Told me a bit about the different balloon brands they had. Like the ones we used for the arch are supposed to be really good. They're called Tuf-Tex. 'Tuf' as in 'tough', get it? They're really strong, but damn they're loud when they pop. She used a pump to pop one when I asked how big they got. Did the same with the other ones we got on the floor. Think she called them Unique. They're not as strong, but they're really pretty, don't pop as loud and are cheaper.”
“Sounds like a really cool store. Did they have anything bigger than these?” I asked and finished my last slice of pizza.
“I think so, but she recommended these for what I was going to use them for. I'll pick up some different ones next time. Well, now that you're done eating, you can open your present,” she said and handed me a tiny wrapped present. I tore it open and found a little box containing a pair of earplugs.
“I see where this is going.”
“Oh yes, I've been looking forward to this all day. I hope you got some energy left in you, cause we're going to pop all of these balloons together. And hopefully we'll both also pop many times as well. I want this bed to be a mess of latex, sweat and love juice when we're done tonight.”
“Love juice? That's so not a you way of saying it,” I pointed out.
“Well, it sounds better than having to list everything.”
“Fair enough,” I said and made sure the ear plugs were fitted properly. “Okay, I think I'm ready.”
“Good. Now remember, you have to help me as well. I want to see you bouncing and squeezing those balloons till they pop.” She got down on the floor and began piling balloons onto the bed. I stayed put and made sure they didn't fall back down. When there was about a dozen balloons on the bed, she joined me. “All right, let's get popping!” she said enthusiastically and pressed a purple balloon between her chest and the bed. She rubbed against it a couple of times, before pressing her nails into it, making it disappear with a bang. She immediately grabbed an orange balloon and sat on top of it. The neck shot out, but the balloon didn't pop. “Come on! Sit on one. These are a lot more fun than the small ones we've used so far.”
I reached for a yellow balloon and carefully put my weight on it. “Come on, bounce on it. Like this!” Christie said and bounced hard a couple of times on her balloon. It burst on her fourth attempt and she fell on her butt, laughing. “Now you do it! Don't be scared. They're hardly any louder than the small ones.” I tried bouncing on the balloon, but all I achieved was making the neck point out towards Christie.
“Uh, these are really hard to pop,” I said.
“Try to stand up and just let your ass fall down on it. It'll pop for sure.”
I stood up, took a couple of deep breaths and let myself drop down on top of the balloon. I landed right on top of it, but it still didn't pop. Then I realized that I'd subconsciously slowed my fall using my arms. Before I could react, Christie pounced forward and dug her nails into the balloon and it burst below me. I screamed in surprise.
“There you go. Now you do the next one on your own,” my grinning girlfriend said and sat down on another balloon. “Let's bounce on one each and we'll see who can pop it first.”
“O-okay,” I said and picked up a blue balloon.
“Are you ready? One. Two. THREE!”
Of course Christie reacted first. She put all her weight on her purple balloon, but it refused to pop. Meanwhile I started out slow, but bounced harder and faster on my balloon. Suddenly it disappeared underneath me.
“Feels great, doesn't it?,” she said and stopped bouncing. “Why don't you come over here and help me pop this one?” I nodded and shuffled over to her on my knees. Once there, I sat down on her lap and gave her a quick kiss before we started bouncing together. The balloon was no match for our combined forces and gave away with a bang after a couple of seconds. Christie landed on her back, laughing, with me on top of her. I used the opportunity to get inside her, causing her to gasp in surprise at my sudden initiative. Neither of us lasted very long and we were soon back to popping balloons.
It didn't take long before most of the loose balloons were gone and Christie started glancing up at the huge balloon arch that stretched itself over our bed.
“Are you ready for the finale?” she asked.
“I think so,” I said with a big grin on my face.
“There's just one thing I want to do before we get there.” She went to retrieve the very stretched out clear Tuf-Tex she'd blown up earlier and sat down on the bed again. “Let's masturbate together I while I blow this one till it pops. You can blow one up too if you want.”
I picked up a fresh clear balloon from the bag, while Christie undid the half-knot on her balloon and let most of the air out. She did a short countdown and then we started blowing. Her breaths were deep and steady, all the while fingering herself. My breaths were shorter and I made sure to not stroke too fast. As my balloon grew bigger, I watched Christie through its transparent skin. Her balloon was way bigger than mine already and had started to neck. I took at quick look at my own, which also had a tiny neck now, yet was several inches smaller than Christie's balloon. I tied mine off and started rubbing myself against it. Christie looked at me and grinned. Her own balloon was absolutely massive and the neck was so big, she could barely hold on to the balloon.
“Fuck! This bastard just doesn't want to pop!” she said, trying to get a better grip around the neck. She kept blowing and blowing, but the balloon just got bigger and bigger. She looked at it again and laughed nervously. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous. I'm nervous now. This thing has to be, what, 22 inches? Maybe more?”
I held up my own 17”, which was slightly overinflated, to compare and the difference was remarkable.
“Okay. I'm gonna do this. You ready?” she asked and placed the balloon between her lips again. I gave her a quick nod and she started blowing again. The balloon didn't appear to get any bigger now, just tighter with every breath. Christie paused again, visibly nervous. “Hey, uh, can you come over here and cover my ears? I have a feeling this is gonna be real fucking loud.”
“You could just stop you know,” I suggested.
“Yeah right, and let the balloon win? No way! Get over here!”
I crawled over to her and sat down behind her back. I covered her ears with my hands and after a muffled “thanks”, she continued blowing. One breath. Two. Three. Four breaths. Fi-
The enormous balloon shattered into thousands of tiny piece of latex. Christie sat there, stunned, with the mouthpiece still between her lips. Slowly I removed my hands from her ears.
“Fffuuuck. That was fucking epic!” She sounded both dazed and ecstatic. “Now fuck me. Hard!”
She turned towards me and kissed me, before pulling down the balloon arch, tangling it together and placing it on the bed. She then bent over the big cluster of balloons and spread her legs.
“Come on! Fuck me! And hand me another balloon. One of the others.”
I fished out a 16” Unique from the bag and handed it to her. I then placed myself behind her and placed my hands on her thighs. She waited till I was inside her before she started blowing. The pile of balloons squeaked every time I thrust into Christie and her balloon grew rapidly. Suddenly a balloon popped, as she dug her nails into it. Then another and another. I could hear her moaning between her breaths and I knew I couldn't last forever either. Her balloon was getting real big now and I decided to try my best to time my pop with the inevitable explosion between Christie's lips. Another two balloons went pop underneath her and it was only a matter of time before the big purple balloon she was blowing up was going to burst. The neck went all the way to her lips and the bulb was way too big to last. Meanwhile I was trying my best to contain myself, but it was futile. I moaned loudly as I came and the purple balloon exploded less than a second after my orgasm started. Christie could finally let her own moans free and popped another two balloons with her nails, before calming down.
“Fffuck that was awesome!” she panted, rolling over on the bed.
“Yes. Yes it was,” I said and lied down next to her, exhausted. “Thanks for the best birthday present ever, Christie. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now keep in mind that I expect you to outdo this for my birthday.”
“I'll try my best,” I said and smiled.
“You know, I think we'll save the rest of the balloons till tomorrow. I'm too tired to have a wrestling match with them right now.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said and looked over at Christie, who had already fallen asleep. I gave her a peck on the forehead and turned off the lights.