Charcoal Grey [H.S.]

CHAPTER NINETEEN - SURPRISE

"I want all the details," Ava demanded. "I can't believe all of this shit happened when I wasn't here."

Apparently, Ava went to Oxford for some 'urgent' matter and Lennon didn't question much about it because she knows her roommate is probably going to drop some insane bomb casually and move past it.

"Well," Lennon began, "you have been MIA for so long. I don't know, like, maybe almost a month?"

Ava waved her hand dismissively, "OK, enough with the suspension. How's your mystery man?"

Lennon's cheeks immediately flushed, all the blood rushing to her core as she recalled what they did a couple nights ago, "Very good, actually. It's been like, two and a half months and, yeah, he's great." Among other things.

"Two and a half months, huh?" Ava smirked, raising her eyebrows at Lennon. "You guys must be getting quite comfortable then." Her tone and facial expressions suggested that she was about to mercilessly tease her, "and very good? Care to elaborate, Lennie?"

Lennon swore she could feel her face heating up like a volcano, "Well, uh, you know, he's caring and like, takes me out on dates and, um..."

"So, did you guys fuck?"

"Ava!" Lennon yelled, glaring at her. She sometimes had to remind herself that her friend has no filter at times and can say the most unhinged and diabolical shit without any hesitation and then casually move on. She then sighed heavily, "Yeah we did."

Ava whistled in response.

"Details, now," Ava practically ordered, her eyes shining in anticipation. She grabbed Lennon's arm urgently, practically shaking her. "I need details, Lennon Grayson Ross. Don't hold out on me now!"

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything. Is he gentle? Is he rough? Aftercare? Kinks? How good he really is," Ava clasped her hands, giving Lennon a feigned stern look.

"God, you're the absolute worst," Lennon shifted, "he's intense. But he makes sure not to hurt me and he gets really soft during aftercare. He's practically into anything and yeah, he's incredibly good."

"Huh," Ava pretended to think for her next question, "just how big are we talking?"

"Do you seriously not have any shame?" Lennon stared at her incredulously.

"Nope!" She smirked unapologetically. "Now, you can't just leave me with that. How big is he, Len?" she asked again, relishing Lennon's weary expression.

"I don't fucking know? I didn't measure it," she scowled.

"There's a thing called estimating, babe," Ava rolled her eyes, "now, answer."

Lennon wondered if running into a wall would be a more painless death than sitting through whatever the hell this is, "Um, like, eight or nine? Like I said, I didn't measure it and I'm not going to."

Ava's eyes widened before letting out another low whistle. "Damn, bitch," she chuckled, clearly impressed with the size. "You really hit the jackpot with that one."

Lennon scoffed, content silence settling over them before she broke it, "I think we should all hang out. He has a friend too and I think you would like him a lot."

A sly smile crept over Ava's lips as she raised an eyebrow in interest. "A friend, huh?" she said, a hint of suggestion in her voice. "Is he also as mysterious and intriguing as your current man?"

"Well," Lennon paused, thinking. Callahan is the complete opposite of Harry, a literal golden retriever puppy trapped in a grown man's body. But at the same time, he and Ava would be a perfect match, considering their energetic and loud selves. "Not exactly that but he is pretty attractive as well. And he's Harry's best friend."