As I read the invitation my hands started shaking. Basil knew about my balloon fetish - he'd indulged me several times - but he hadn't seen how I reacted around other people and balloons. Other people apart from him, that is.
*Knock knock knock*
I knew instantly who that was. I went to the door to open it. Sure enough, Basil stood there, holding his own invitation which was identical to mine.
"I see you got an invite too, Miss Belle."
I nodded. "Basil, I really need to talk to you."
He came inside, with my permission. "What do you want to talk to me about?"
I sighed. "There's gonna be balloons at this party, right?"
"I assume so. Lots of fun for you, eh?" He winked at me.
"Thing is," I stammered, "I-I get scared around other people and balloons."
He was silent for what felt like forever. Then he said, "I must admit, I'm rather confused. I thought you loved balloons?"
Hearing him say that word made my heart leap. God, why did he have such an effect on me? I would never understand it.
I shook my head, cleared my throat, and said, "I-it's common in the balloon fetish community for people to also have a phobia. It's why I'm a non-popper. Usually."
"Okay… I realise it's different with me. Why is that?"
"I-I don't know." I sighed again. "To be honest I've never been attracted to anyone until I met you."
"Which begs the question, why me?"
"Again, I've no idea."
He moved closer to me and placed his paw on my hand. "Miss Belle, I promise you everything's going to be okay."
"But what if people pop the balloons at the party?"
"Hmm, I can't promise that won't happen. But i will be there for you."
He was so sweet. He made me feel more confident about going to the party. "Okay. I'll come with you."
The day of the party arrived. I was feeling nervous, of course, but the fact that Basil would be there with me calmed me down. I had no idea why he had such an effect on me.
Basil came to my apartment to pick me up at seven p.m. The party started at seven thirty and we wanted to get there in plenty of time. The whole ride there I was shaking like a leaf. Basil could see how nervous I was. Again he put his paw on my hand, trying to calm me down.
We got to the party and there were some balloons outside the front door. I couldn't help but think they were beautiful, and I immediately got wet at the sight.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all?
As we wandered into the party, my worst fears were realised. People were popping balloons. Maybe not on purpose, but it was still happening. I gripped Basil's paw tighter.
"Are you okay, Miss Belle?" he asked, looking me in the eyes.
I just shook my head.
"You go outside, I'll meet you there in a moment."
I did as I was told. I felt guilty for not wanting to stay at the party. I wondered what Basil was doing in there. When he emerged from the venue he was holding three helium balloons. Now I understood. It made me smile as he walked towards me.
"Are these for me?" I asked.
"Well, I thought maybe we could have a bit of fun," he said, handing me the balloons.
I took his hand in mine and we made our way home.
When we got back to my apartment, I let the balloons go and they floated to the ceiling. I sat down on the couch, and Basil sat next to me. I couldn't wait a moment longer. I grabbed one of the balloons and let the helium out. I then handed it to Basil. "Blow this up for me, please."
He did as he was told. My right hand slipped down to my panties and started circling my clit. As the balloon got bigger, I got closer to the edge.
He took the balloon away from his lips for a second. "Would you like me to pop this?"
I didn't know. I was just enjoying watching him blow it up. "Do what you want with it," I said eventually.
He didn't have much of a choice. This balloon had very little stamina, which was odd, because it had been inflated before.
*POP!*
Shards flew everywhere. I came, intensely.
"Good for you?" he giggled.
I nodded. I kissed him. "Thank you."