Title: My Girl
Author/pseudonym:
Tinnean
Fandom: The Big Chill
Pairing: Sarah/Karen
Rating: R
Email address:
Tinneantoo@aol.com
Disclaimer: Last time
I looked, they still belonged to Laurence Kasdan. I’m just playing nice, I
swear!
Status: new, complete
Date: 3/2001
Series/Sequel: This is
part 7 of The Connection series and follows When a Man Loves a…
Other Web Site:
https://www.angelfire.com/ny4/tinsel/
Archive: If I sent it
to you, please feel free. Otherwise, just let me know.
Summary: Karen meets
with Sarah and recalls when they became more than friends.
Warnings: f/f
*****
My Girl
Part 1/1
Karen tapped her long red
fingernails irritably against the linoleum tabletop. The dinner she had
selected for this assignation was in a part of town that was hovering on the
downside of middle class.
It was unlikely that
anyone she knew would spot her here, but even if they did, they would never
suspect she was here to carry on an affair.
Everyone in her and
Richard’s circle of friends saw them as a devoted couple, who would never cheat
on each other. They all thought it was because they were so in love. Karen knew
it was because they both feared herpes.
She put her cigarette to
her lips and inhaled deeply, the action thrusting her lush breasts into
prominence, and attracting several interested pairs of eyes.
But no one approached
her, her aloof posture precluding any from approaching her.
Karen traced shapes in
the condensation what dripped from her water glass. She glanced at her watch,
and a frown of concern creased the smooth space between she carefully arched
brows.
Her lover was late. Their
time together was going to be sharply curtailed if…
The bell at the top of
the door tinkled and a chill wind slipped in with the figure that stood hesitantly
by the counter.
“Sarah!” Karen whispered
under her breath.
Her college friend
spotted her at the same time, and a look of relief crossed her wan features.
She crossed to the table at the rear of the dinner and slid awkwardly into the
booth.
“Sarah. Are you all
right?” Karen reached out to touch her hand, and found it cold and trembling.
“You were so late! I thought you weren’t going to come!”
“You know I always come
for you, Karen.” The other woman rubbed an absent hand over her belly. “No, it’s
this pregnancy. The others were hard, but this one is the worst. I’ve had such
bad morning sickness. That’s why I was late. I don’t know how many times I had
to stop at the side of the road and whoops my cookies.”
“Are you all right?”
Karen repeated. “Have you seen your ob about this?”
“Of course,” Sarah nodded
tiredly. “And Harold’s been watching every bite a put in my mouth.”
“Harold! This is all his
fault!” Karen spat.
“Yes it is, but think how
much more jealous you’d be if it was someone else who got me pregnant!”
Karen suddenly looked
fierce. “I wish I had gotten you pregnant! Are you hungry?”
Sarah was confused by the
rapid change of topic. “Well, I had some crackers for breakfast, but they
didn’t stay down long. I really should eat something.”
The brunette’s eyes
flashed and Sarah’s mouth went dry at the thought of going down on the other
woman. She moaned softly.
Karen opened her elegant
little designer purse and threw a handful of bills onto the table. “Come on,
Sarah. I’ll take you home and make you something special!”
Sarah was impressed. If
there was one thing Karen hated with a passion, it was cooking.
****
Karen’s father was an
ineffectual man who dreamed great dreams but had no idea how to go about making
them come true. He lost job after job, moving the family constantly. Her mother
was the proverbial baby machine, turning out a new sibling for Karen each year,
until finally she just faded away and died, leaving her oldest daughter to deal
with the shambles she and her husband had created.
After he lost his wife,
Karen’s father began a downward spiral of jobs, earning less and less at each
one.
Karen had vowed her
children would never have such an irresponsible father, and she would never
have such a useless husband. She would marry for security and love be damned.
There was no such thing
as love, anyway.
She believed that even
more when she went to college. She met Nick there, wild, reckless Nick who
turned her on to pot and sex. But before too long she sensed there was something
in him that she couldn’t reach. Just as there was something in her that he had
no desire in satisfying.
They were on again, off
again lovers until their senior year. That was when she realized that Sarah,
her roommate, was not as enamored of her lover as their group had thought. She
left Harold for Alec, who was the man every girl on campus wanted but never
dreamed of having.
And Sarah had him.
Karen was so jealous she
was almost chartreuse with it. Not because Sarah had Alec, but because Alec had
Sarah!
To everyone’s surprise,
the pair hadn’t lasted more that a couple of weeks. When Sarah had returned to
their rooms after that last weekend, she had sobbed out her disappointment in
Karen’s arms. “That goddamned lurking passion! It was an illusion! At least I
came with Harold!”
The brunette had sat with her on her bed,
stroking her fair hair as Sarah went into great detail of how Alec had wooed
her away from Harold, and then had never fulfilled on the promise of his
teasing, flirting ways.
“He would get me so hot,
but once he was in me, it only took him a couple of pushes before he was done
and I was left hanging!”
“Push, push, in the
bush?” Karen was pleased to see that she got her friend to smile over that. She
licked her lips, an ache suddenly in the heart of her, and she leaned her head
over and kissed Sarah for the first time, tracing the seam of her mouth.
“Please don’t hate me, Sarah! Please don’t…”
But instead of shoving
her aside, or slapping her in the face, Sarah parted her lips and let Karen’s
questing tongue explore the interior of her mouth, gliding over teeth and the
smooth muscle of her inner cheek. And her tongue.
Sarah assured herself she
was just being kind. She assured herself that what was happening was no big
deal.
And then Karen’s slim
fingers found their way under the cuff of the other woman’s hot pants,
caressing the hot moist folds of her femininity. Karen drew back her head,
looking into Sarah’s brown eyes. “Why Sarah. You naughty puppy! You aren’t
wearing panties!”
All of Sarah’s assurances
to herself went out the window. She fell back on the bed and let Karen slide
the hip-hugging shorts over her hips revealing the soft curls that shielded her
mound.
Karen slipped to the
floor and made a place for herself between her friend’s widespread thighs. She
leaned forward and licked a path from back to front, gathering the musky
moisture. Her tongue curled around the little nub hidden by Sarah’s folds.
Sarah got her feet up on
the bed and raised herself to Karen’s mouth, pressing forward eagerly. And then
Karen bit down gently and Sarah cried out. And came harder than she had ever
come with a lover.
Karen continued to lick
at her, and slid her thumb into Sarah’s opening, while another finger explored
the crevice between her buttocks, seeking another opening, bathing it with her
own moisture. Karen pressed into it carefully, and her friend’s legs shook as
she came apart in the other woman’s arms.
They spent the rest of
the semester making love.
Until the day Sarah
discovered she was pregnant, and felt she had no choice but to marry Harold,
whom she hoped was the father of her baby.
****
Now Harold had made Sarah
pregnant once again. Karen wanted to kill him. It was just another way for him
to rub her nose in the fact that he had Sarah, could make love to her whenever
he wanted to, and all Karen had was Richard.
Ordinary, unexciting
Richard, who did what was expected of him. Who went to work everyday. Who was
successful in his field.
Who was everything Karen
had wished for as a young girl.
And who stood between her
and what she really wanted.
Sarah.