Title: My Girl
Author/pseudonym: Tinnean
Fandom: The Big Chill
Pairing: Sarah/Karen
Rating: R
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…
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 discouraging
any from drawing near..
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 brightened 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 Alex, 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 Alex, but because Alex 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 Alex 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.
~End~
