Hi there everyone! Long time no post. Unfortunately with my school program, I do not have a lot of time to post. However a situation has developed in which I need the advice of the community of C and B. I’ll tell my story, and then hope you can answer my question.
Growing up, my balloon play was limited. I was no where near as independent as I am now, as is the case with all youth growing up. I had one large balloon play session a year, and it was from my sisters birthday where I would then get to save all the inflated balloons.
I myself was a rather phobic popper, but I loved to watch others pop. I could never really bring myself to do it. Well a couple days after the party a situation presented itself in which I could not refuse.
A girl from across the street was hanging out with my sister one day and we would all hang out together. My sister left and I stayed and hung out with the neighbor girl. We got talking and recollecting about my sisters bday a few days before. She asked, “Whatever happened to all those balloons”. I took it upon myself to see what I could get out of this.
I took her downstairs and she gasped in amazement that all the balloon were still hanging up from the party. I told her if she wanted we could pop them. It wasn’t long before she had all the balloons down off the walls and in a big pile.
What ensued definitely solidified my position as a future popper. The popping lasted about 15 minutes. I had never before seen such popping. Such ruthlessness. She ripped them apart with her nails. Crushed them in one hard bounce. Stomped some. And what really enticed me was how she would even bite them. She then wanted to pop them between us. Who was I to say no?
I was never a bi curious girl, but after this, my mind state changed. I can definitely say that she was the reason I am who I am. Well unfortunately a week or so later she moved away. We each went our separate ways and I did not expect to see her again. About 8 years after the popping session, I was in my hometown when I ran into her. Turns out she had moved back. Well we exchanged numbers and vowed to hangout sumtime.
Well I called her one night and asked if she wanted to hang. I went over and took a couple 12s. We got to talking and catching up when she asked if I remembered our balloon popping. That’s when I brought out the couple of balloons I brought over. She instantly lit up and cooed. She started to blow them up. And blow them up she did. Nice tight necks.
It wasn’t long before she wanted to pop them. A quick squeeze of her nails and as soon as they were inflated, they were reduced to shredded latex. A wonderful site. I asked her why she loved balloons os much and she replied, “ I don’t love them...I love popping them”.
Since then we have hung out a few times and every time I have brought her balloons. One night I took about 20 balloons, including 12s, 14s, 16s, and 17s, and she popped them all. Unphased. She even laid on the tight 17s and popped them with her weight.
Every time we have hung out she has asked if I brought her balloons. The one time I didn’t and she made her and I go buy some.
So like any other looner would, I began to wonder if she had a thing for them. I need your advice. Is there any grounds to assume she maybe a closet looner? And is there anyway I can find out without revealing too much about myself first? Any and all help would be muchly appreciated.