Title: The Weight
Author/pseudonym: Tinnean
Fandom: The Big Chill
Pairing: Meg/Chloe
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: You’re really going to make me admit
they’re still not mine? Okay, fine, be that way. They belong to Lawrence
Kasdan, but they’d much rather belong to me, I’m sure!
Status: New/Complete
Date: 4/01
Series/Sequel: This is part 8 of The Connection
series, and follows My Girl
Summary: At Alex’s funeral, Meg makes a startling
discovery.
Warnings: f/f, m/f/f spoilers for the movie
Notes: The m/f/f is all the mind of the observer.
The Weight
Part 1/1
Meg, dressed in her black power suit, stood next to Sarah,
a canape in one hand and a palm full of cookies in the other. She had a serious
case of the munchies.
Sarah was drinking rather steadily.
A burst of laughter came from the other room, and both old
friends turned toward it. Chloe, Alec’s girlfriend of four months, was with a
trio of young people. As they watched, she laughed again, and brought her hand
to her mouth as if to stifle the sound.
“Look at that!” Sarah sneered. “His funeral, and she’s
stoned!”
Meg looked uncomfortable. Truth to tell, she was
stoned also. Nick had passed her a joint on the ride to the cemetery, warning
her it was strong shit. But she puffed away, unaware, while she poured out her
distress to her old college friend. “I feel awful!” she told him. “The
last time I spoke to Alec, we had a fight! I told him he was ruining his
life!”
“That’s probably why he killed himself!” Nick was
only partly joking.
The death of the man who was the thread that connected them
all had come as a shock to the group of people who had been such close friends
at college in Ann Arbor.
Chloe, who was now sitting next to Karen, was the one who
had found her lover in the bathroom of the apartment that Sarah and Harold let
them have, rent-free.
There was something about the young woman that struck a
cord in Meg’s lawyer heart. She accepted a drink from Harold and drifted
closer, listening as Karen tried to have a conversation with the petite beauty.
“It was a real mess,” Chloe was saying, “but we
cleaned it up. I have the apartment until Sarah kicks me out.”
“Oh, I’m sure she would never do that!” Karen
reassured her hastily, heartily. Chloe just gave her a look.
Meg grinned, and Chloe saw her smile. The older woman
raised her glass in a silent toast, and the little brunette nodded her head.
Karen followed Chloe’s eyes, and she spotted Meg. Rising
abruptly she called, “Meg!” Her relief was palpable. “This is Chloe,
Alec’s girlfriend. Why don’t you sit with her for a while? I want to make
sure Sarah’s all right. She really shouldn’t wear grey. It makes her
complexion so muddy!” She hurried away.
Meg looked back thoughtfully at the two women who embraced.
She was fairly certain there was something between them. “Do you mind if I
join you?” she asked.
Chloe shrugged. “It’s a free country.” But her eyes
shrewdly examined the woman who held herself so tightly contained. ‘This,’
she thought. ‘This is what I would like for myself.’
Meg sat, gazing into space, trying to conceal the frison of
excitement that tightened her nipples. She could feel the warmth of the younger
woman’s skin. Through the clothes that they both wore, she would feel it,
almost see the shimmering waves of it.
Chloe sat beside her, wondering what it would be like to
strip the other woman naked and have her on her bed. She lost herself in a haze
of fantasy, and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“More than anything in the world, I want a baby.” Meg
spoke abruptly, disturbing their heated silence. She flushed. “I’ll sorry, I
don’t know why I said that. You couldn’t possibly care about my desires.”
“You’d be surprised,” Chloe said softly. “I think
you’re a little high.”
“Why would you say that?” Meg snarled. When she was
uncertain, she went on the attack.
“Because I’m a little high myself. Come with me. You
can’t be comfortable here.”
“Where are you taking me?” The older woman found
herself following her deceased friend’s girlfriend out of the house, down the
steps where Nick sat. “Hey, Nick. How’s it going?”
They were past him before he could answer. Only he had no
answer. It wasn’t going. Seeing Harold again was tearing him apart. He
watched with burning eyes as the two women passed out of sight around the corner
of the house.
“My apartment is just down here. Let me make you a cup of
coffee.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Can’t I just be nice to you? Do I have to have an
ulterior motive?” She opened the French doors that led into her living room.
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“You’re very astute.” Chloe removed her jacket and
went to boil some water for instant coffee.
“I’m a lawyer. I may never have defended protesters
like Hewey and Bobby, but I did my time in the public defender’s office. So,
what do you want from me, Chloe?” Meg sat down on the flowered sofa.
The younger woman handed her an ashtray and set the
delicate coffee cup at her elbow. “You’ll laugh at me. Yes, you will,” she
insisted when she saw that Meg was about to protest. “But that’s okay. I
want to be like you, Meg. I want to be someone people respect.”
Meg opened her mouth to insist that Chloe was respected,
but then closed it. All Chloe had to show for her twenty-three years was a
string of failed relationships. And a body she worked exceptionally hard at
keeping fit. Meg had been sneaking peeks at it ever since Chloe had taken off
her shapeless blazer and tossed it aside.
“You’re beautiful, Chloe.”
The younger woman’s mouth twisted ruefully. “Am I?”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. We all want what we can’t have.”
Meg sighed in agreement, took a sip of the instant coffee
and winced. “I’ve been dating for twenty years. It’s gotten so I can tell
within fifteen seconds of meeting a guy if it will work out!” She smiled
sadly. “I don’t even think I want anyone anymore.”
Chloe sucked in her breath. “Meg!” she whispered.
“Will you give me a chance?” And then she leaned over and kissed her.
Meg felt herself grow moist. A tickle started between her
lush thighs, and she wanted the younger woman to touch her there. While Chloe
was feasting on her lips, Meg took her hand and placed it under her skirt.
Chloe drew back and looked into the velvety brown eyes of
the woman on the sofa with her. She had no trouble getting what she wanted from
men. Why was she so hesitant with this woman?
“Have you ever been with a woman before, Chloe?” Meg
asked as she nibbled on the young woman’s full lower lip.
Chloe shook her head.
“Will you let me show you?”
“Yes, please!” Chloe was eager to discover the
difference between loving a man and loving a woman. Her partners, mostly her own
age, hadn’t known much about variations on the theme of lovemaking. Even Alec,
who was older than the usual men she took to her bed, had a set routine, a touch
here, a kiss there and then shove it in and fuck until he came.
They had made love less and less frequently, and she was
seriously considering leaving him, until, the night before he killed himself, he
had been all over her, leaving her ravished and ravaged for the first time in
their relationship. And she thought perhaps she’s stay a little longer. But by
morning he was dead.
Meg sucked in her breath, stunned that she would be the one
to introduce the little brunette to a new way of loving.
And then Meg smiled. It was wicked, and alive, and magic,
something none of her college friends had ever seen.
She touched Chloe’s chin with the pad of her forefinger,
then slid it under and raised her face. Chloe’s heart rose as quickly as it
had fallen. “I’ve never met many happy people.”
“Let me make you happy, Chloe,” Meg said softly, her
eyes steadily on the soft mouth of the woman before her.
Meg’s lips were warm and knowledgeable. She touched them
gently to the younger woman’s and then withdrew, to touch them again.
Chloe’s lips parted in excitement. “You’re teasing
me!” she exclaimed. “Oh, please, tease me more!”
The older woman slid to the floor and made a space for
herself between Chloe’s thighs. She pushed her calf-length skirt up and out of
the way. Chloe wore no hose, and her panties were briefs made of white cotton.
They reminded Meg of a little girl’s panties, lacking only the lace ruffle on
the tush.
The crotch was already damp, and Meg ran her forefinger
over the outline of the plump, soft folds. Chloe shuddered and spread her legs
wider. “More, Meg!”
Meg eased her finger under the elastic edge of the leg and
touched the wiry brown hair that covered the younger woman’s femininity. Chloe
thrust herself forward into that tempting caress.
She moaned a protest when Meg withdrew her hand, but the
other woman shushed her lovingly with her mouth, thrusting her tongue past
Chloe’s lips and licking at the moist heat within. Meanwhile, Meg’s hands
were busy stripping the brunette of her panties.
Chloe was sucking ferociously on the tongue that was
fucking her mouth, and she started when she felt two fingers slide into her
passage and began a most pleasurable movement.
Meg gathered some of Chloe’s moisture onto her thumb and
rubbed it over the tiny nub at the top of her mound, pressing and scraping it
until Chloe was whimpering with need. The breasts of both women were tantalized
by the gentle abrasion of the clothing that was shielding then. Meg wanted to be
naked, but she was determined to make the younger woman come. Then she would see
about removing the restrictive clothing.
With a shrill cry, Chloe threw back her head and bucked
against the fingers invading her. Meg could feel the ripple of her inner muscles
as she came, and she smiled in satisfaction.
Chloe’s face was flushed with satisfaction, and she
opened her eyes languidly. “Thank you, Meg.”
“Oh, we’re not finished yet, angel eyes!”
Chloe licked her lips in anticipation. “Your turn?”
“Oh, yes. But I’m a little too old to make out on the
couch.”
The younger woman got to her feet and took Meg’s hand.
Leaving her panties lying forgotten on the floor, she led the lawyer into her
bedroom.
Neither saw the man who had been watching avidly through
the French doors.
Michael hunched his shoulders and stroked himself harder,
using the precome to lubricate the friction he needed. One hand was braced
against the doorframe, and he pictured the two women within licking and stroking
succulent flesh.
He imagined that delectable Chloe on her hands and knees
while he shoved his cock up her ass. Meg would be on her back with her thighs
splayed wide and the younger woman would have her tongue on her, and then slide
it into her, fucking her with it.
Michael came hard, his hands coated with his hot semen. He
sagged against the door and pulled out a handkerchief to clean himself off. Sure
he was once again presentable, he sauntered away to call his editor and see if
he could convince him he had a story worth following this weekend.
And he’d make sure that before Monday rolled around, he got laid for real.
~End~
