Title: The Weight
Author/pseudonym:
Tinnean
Fandom: The Big Chill
Pairing: Meg/Chloe
Rating: NC-17
Email address:
Tinneantoo@aol.com
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
Other Web Site:
https://www.angelfire.com/ny4/tinsel/
Archive: If I sent it
to you, feel free. Otherwise, just let me know. I like to go visit.
Summary: At Alec’s
funeral, Meg makes a startling discovery.
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.