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 Lawrence 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: http://www.angelfire.com/ny4/tinsel/

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Summary: Karen meets with Sarah and recalls when they became more than friends.

Warnings: f/f

Connection 7: My Girl

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 making the attempt.

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 I 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 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~