Ginny smiled as soon as she saw Callum waiting outside the coffee shop where she worked. They'd spoken several times when Callum had dropped by, but this was the first time they'd met with the intention of spending the evening at Callum's flat.

"Hi, Callum. Guess what? That's right, Ginny's changed her mind. She's decided she wants you to come with her to her flat instead. On the bright side, you won't have to walk me home," Ginny said with a smile.

When they had first spoken in the cafe, Ginny had joked that she knew people sometimes found her ways eccentric. Callum had replied that he'd take that over dull and predictable, and the memory of his words had stayed with her. His laugh and comic shrug at the news she had greeted him with were exactly what she'd hoped for.

"It will be a treat to be as cheeky as we like without me having to pause to serve customers, won't it?" Ginny laughed as she led Callum through the entrance to her block and into her flat.

Once Ginny had closed the door, she led Callum straight into her bedroom.

"I'm on a roll, so if you've anything remotely serious you feel you need to say, you'd better say it now. Think of me as a snowball gathering momentum and size as it hurtles down a steep hill," Ginny giggled, throwing off her coat and wrestling Callum's off him afterwards.

"Icicles and bicycles, I'd better get sculpting before you melt," Callum replied, making Ginny giggle at how he'd let her know that nonsense mode suited him perfectly.

Ginny's giggles at Callum's effortless shift into her surreal world blended sweetly with the dreamy anticipation his suggestion sparked. As she slipped off her sweater and bra, Ginny was already excited and ready to explore exactly where the journey she'd embarked on would take her.

"Feel free to start on my ice caps any time, Mr Sculptor," Ginny said with a grin.

Callum looked at Ginny's broad smile. He hoped it stayed there, and he was fully committed to making sure it did.

As soon as Callum's touch glided across Ginny's nipples, her playful laughter rang out again. The gentle strokes weren't like those she used when alone, but it didn't matter.

"If anything's not right, shout up," Callum said, caressing Ginny's nipples.

"It's quiet round here, isn't it?" Ginny answered quickly, then took off her jeans and asked Callum to join her on her bed and lie facing her so he could continue where he'd left off.

When Callum's fingertips returned to her nipples, Ginny reached down and slipped her fingers into her knickers. It didn't tell her anything she didn't already know, but she was eager to share her confirmation with Callum.

"There might be ice caps at the summit, but it's very slushy down at base camp," Ginny giggled, sliding her fingers purposefully into her knickers.

Ginny always felt like a different person around those who accepted her quirks as an important part of who she was, though the chance to enjoy the buzz of it whilst having her breasts stroked and her nipples tweaked added an extra dimension. Knowing Callum only wanted her to feel as special as possible, within the scope of what she felt ready for, was exhilarating, filling her head with ideas she couldn't shake.

"I'm not going to ask you to bite the bullet, but if you reach into my top drawer and pass me mine, I'd love some kisses on my nippies while I use it. It's a bit livelier at base camp than expected," Ginny shouted.

Callum heard the confidence in Ginny's voice. She hadn't been swept away by excitement beyond her comfort zone. She'd thought things through.

Though Ginny realised Callum wouldn't have expected her to ask for reinforcements, the way he followed her request after checking she was still smiling, and without making a drama of it, meant a great deal to her.

"I'm all fired up and ready for some kisses," Ginny said, slipping her toy into place as Callum's lips set to work.

The combination of Callum's firm kisses, the expert placement of her toy, and a clear view of what she wanted felt perfect to Ginny. Having no doubts about it was the icing on the cake.

"Avalanche warning on Snowball Hill," she whispered.

Hearing Ginny's status report made every kiss Callum placed on her excited body more intense than the last. Ginny was as excited for Callum as she was for herself. The erotic energy building inside her meant it could never have been otherwise.

When Ginny's running commentary gave way to giggles, cries, and soft moans, they were the most erotic sounds Callum had ever heard. Ginny announced the onset of her climax with a gasp and a shriek, and her body shuddered with delight.

Ginny's pleasure had many layers, but her only focus was the erotic charge surging through her. Callum kept kissing, and Ginny kept busy with her toy, shouting 'snowball, snowball, snowball'.

Callum held Ginny in a tight hug as she teased all she could from her body, and continued to do so as she enjoyed a slow, blissful descent from her climax. Ginny felt sure Callum knew how much what they had shared meant to her, though she decided to wait to tell him until she could think of something to say besides 'snowball'.

Once Ginny felt ready to speak, she decided to keep things simple.

"I hope next time makes you feel as special as I do right now," she said.

"I think I already do, but hearing you say, 'next time,' will keep me smiling until it arrives," Callum answered honestly.