THE NIGHT WE ALMOST MET MADONNA

By Mavis Applewater

October 2001

Disclaimers:  This story contains sexual relations between two consenting adult women.  If this isn't something you want to read about then don't.  If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material, then go away.  This material belongs to me and cannot be reproduced or posted without my express permission.  No bed post were damaged during the production of this story. Well maybe just one. <w>

Thanks once again to my beta reader Joanne.

As Always For Heather

PART ONE

McKenzie stood by the bar on Avalonís upstairs level wondering for the hundredth time just why she had dragged herself into the crowded bar that night.  Madonna was in town and every gay man and woman had gone out to party.  Every time Madonna hit town there was always a rumor that she would show up at the nightclub for their popular gay Sunday night.   "I should have gone to Machine," she muttered.

 The bartender nodded in agreement.  "Can you believe it?  They think she's going to show up," the petite gay boy jested.

"Yeah, her and Jesus are going to pop in and split a Corona before doing a couple of shots of Cuervo."  McKenzie laughed in reply.

Brain, the bartender, laughed.  "Her dancers are here," he pointed out.  "And of course her DJ."

"Oh yes, tonight's guest DJ, Tracy Young."  McKenzie shook her head in confusion.  "She's not all that great," she noted, not really believing what she was saying.  "How does one become Madonna's personal DJ?  And is the pay as good as you think it is?"

"She's pretty good," a voice piped in from her left.

"Bite me, Jeanne," McKenzie countered as she noticed the pesky blonde standing next her.

"Did you have a particular spot in mind?" the petite blonde teased.  "Or shall I be creative?"

McKenzieís thighs clenched slightly from Jeanne's teasing.  She had always fond the blonde attractive but she was a friend, and that was taboo in McKenzie's book.  That and neither of them seem to be single at the same time.  "What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into tonight?" McKenzie inquired as she brushed her long raven hair out of her eyes.

"Trouble?  Me?" Jeanne scoffed innocently.

"Yes, you," McKenzie sneered as she once again brushed her hair aside in frustration.  "Ugh," she groaned before she stepped back, bent over, and then flipped her hair up.  She could hear Jeanne gasp as she did this.  "What is it?"  McKenzie chuckled.  "Every time I do that someone gasps."

"It's very sexy," Jeanne responded sincerely.

"It's a pain."  McKenzie sighed in exasperation.  "It gets everywhere.  I don't know why I grew it out."

"I like it."  Jeanne shrugged as she waved to Brian for another cocktail.  "Do you want another one?"

"Might as well."  McKenzie sighed again.  "God, this place is packed tonight."

"I know."  Jeanne agreed.  "I only came in to see if anyone had tickets.  I can't even get them from the scalpers.  How sad is that?"

"I hear you," McKenzie grunted.

"What?"  Jeanne flashed an amused smile as her green eyes twinkled up at her.  "Have you finally fallen for Madonna's charms?"

"I've always enjoyed her music," McKenzie confessed.  "I'm just wouldn't say I was a fan."

"Uh huh, and Hilary wanted to go," Jeanne noted triumphantly.

"Doesn't matter anymore," McKenzie grunted as Jeanne paid for their drinks.

Jeanne's jaw dropped as she handed McKenzie her cocktail.  "What happened?" she inquired hesitantly.  "I thought you two were all hot and heavy."

"It seems that's all she wanted."  McKenzie tried to brush it off.  "And she wanted it with someone other than me."

"I'm sorry," Jeanne said sincerely as she patted McKenzie's arm gently.

McKenzie covered Jeanne's smaller hand with her own.  There was something in the way Jeanne touched her that ignited her senses.  "Let's dance," McKenzie said quickly as she grasped the smaller woman's hand tighter.  Jeanne nodded eagerly as they placed their drinks on the bar and made their way downstairs to the dance floor.

As they danced together, a wave of confusion flooded McKenzie's senses.  It wasn't the first time the friends had danced together, but somehow their interaction seemed to have shifted slightly.  Their movements were normally freer, yet tonight each seemed to pull away just slightly.   It was if they were crossing some invisible barrier that neither wanted to.

They continued to dance throughout the evening, each maintaining a slight distance.  McKenzie couldn't help but steal glances at her friend.  It didn't even bother her when she saw Hilary in the club with her new girlfriend.  Instead, she waited until Hilary was alone and then greeted her in a friendly manner.  After a brief conversation, McKenzie went on her way.

The tall brunette found that she wasn't bothered by Hilary's appearance; she honestly was only a little annoyed at seeing her with someone else.  It just wasn't important somehow.  For the first time in a long time she was having fun.  After she left Hilary, she once again found Jeanne.  Perhaps it was wishful thinking but the small blonde seemed to be waiting for her.

"It's getting late," Jeanne commented as McKenzie approached the bar.  "I have to work in the morning."  She sighed heavily.

"Me too," McKenzie concurred.  "Uhm . . . Jeanne . . . ," she began hesitantly.  ". . . what are you doing Tuesday night?"

"Nothing."  Jeanne shrugged.

"Do you want to go to the concert?" McKenzie asked shyly.

"What?" Jeanne gasped as she clutched McKenzie's shoulder tightly.

"Ow!" McKenzie complained as she brushed Jeanne's hand away.

"Big baby."  Jeanne chuckled as she swatted McKenzie playfully.

"No hitting," McKenzie cautioned her.

"Well, that's what you get for teasing me about Madonna."  Jeanne glared at her.  "I've been trying to go to one of her concerts since she started out but something always happens."

"I wasn't teasing," McKenzie responded brightly.

"Huh?"  Jeanne's jaw dropped.

"Fourteenth row on the side," McKenzie explained.  "I scored tickets the other day online.  TicketMaster released a bunch.  I was going to ask Hilary . . ."

"Don't be an idiot," Jeanne blurted out.   McKenzie watched with a degree of amusement as her friend realized her blunder.  "I mean . . . uhm . . ."

"I know what you mean."  McKenzie laughed lightly.  "It's okay.  So what are you doing Tuesday night?"

"I'm hoping that I'm finally going to see Madonna in concert," Jeanne answered sheepishly.

"Call me tomorrow so we can work out the details," McKenzie suggested.  "You know, the usual do you want to catch dinner first?  That kind of stuff."

"Sounds great."  Jeanne hugged the taller woman tightly.  "Thank you," she whispered in McKenzie's ear.

After returning home to her tiny one bedroom apartment, McKenzie showered to wash the smell of smoke off her body.  After going to bed, she tossed and turned trying to understand the uncertain emotions she was now plagued with. Jeanne is a friend. Don't start getting silly ideas, she cautioned herself.

PART TWO

  Tuesday had arrived and McKenzie was anxious.  She and Jeanne had been exchanging phone calls since the morning before.  Between their jobs and schedules, they agreed that McKenzie would drive.  They also agreed to have dinner before the concert at Fanuel Hall.  It would be quick and easy.  McKenzie had to laugh every time her cell phone rang on Tuesday.

Each time she answered her phone, it was never one of her clients wondering how their stocks were doing.  It was the overly perky English professor.  McKenzie's amusement stemmed from the constant blaring of Madonna music that greeted her.  The calls became so insistent that she stopped answering the phone with her normal greeting of McKenzie Hall. She instead opted to answer 'Madonna Central'.

Finally McKenzie was fighting her way through traffic to reach Jeanne's place.  Since they both lived outside the city, they were forced to face the commute into Boston.  McKenzie went up the back stairwell to Jeanne's apartment.  She smiled upon hearing the Material Girl music emanating from with inside.  She knocked loudly as she peeked in the window.

McKenzie's jaw dropped as she saw Jeanne racing around in a black T-shirt and what appeared to be panties with images of Tigger on them.  Jeanne waved to her, smiling before ducking out of view.  McKenzie closed her mouth and tried to control her breathing.  She had always noticed Jeanne's body.  How could she not?  But until that moment she had never seen so much of her exposed.

Jeanne opened the door now clad in pair of denim shorts.  "Hey!" she greeted McKenzie.  "Come on in."  She waved to her as she walked through the large kitchen and started down the long hallway.  McKenzie closed the front door, her crystal blue eyes fixed firmly on the blonde's swaying backside.  Mentally McKenzie was trying to erase the earlier image of Jeanne's barely dressed body dancing around the kitchen.

Jeanne was chatting away as she made her way into the living room.  McKenzie found it hard to follow what Jeanne was talking about.  That was not uncommon since Jeanne often rambled on, making it hard to follow her.  Unlike the normally quiet nature that McKenzie possessed, Jeanne was a talker.  Several times during their long friendship, McKenzie had found Jeanne's exuberant personality a little overwhelming.

McKenzie occupied her mind by focusing her attention on Jeanne's backside.  As Jeanne turned around to face her, McKenzie turned her attention towards the big screen television.  "Now which concert is this?" McKenzie inquired as she watched Madonna and her dancers performing.

"Blonde Ambition," Jeanne answered as she began to gather her belongings.

"That was quite a cute little dance you were doing in the kitchen," McKenzie teased.  "Is that Tigger on your underwear?"

"Yes."  Jeanne rolled her green eyes in amusement as she swatted McKenzie playfully.

"Again with the hitting," McKenize sneered at her.

Jeanne shrugged, shut off the television, and picked up a stack of CDs along with her wallet.  "What?" she blurted out as McKenzie stared at her.

"Nothing."  McKenzie snickered.  "I was just wondering what your students would think if they could see you in action, Professor."

"My students have never seen me in action," Jeanne responded coyly as she led them back into the kitchen.  "And neither have you."  She wagged her finger in McKenzie's face.  McKenzie nipped at the offending appendage.  "Let's go," Jeanne sighed as she pushed McKenzie towards the doorway.  "Come on.  Move it, stretch.  Traffic is going to be terrible."

"You are such a pushy little thing," McKenzie teased as they made their way to her car.

"I'm not little!"  Jeanne protested.  "I'm five foot four which is a normal height.  Everyone just seems short to you."

"In what universe are you five four?"  McKenzie laughed as they put their seatbelts on and she started the car.

Jeanne seemed to ignore McKenzie's teasing as she removed her Melissa CD and put in one of Madonna's.   "I can't believe you don't own any Madonna CDs," the blonde complained.  McKenzie simply shrugged in her own defense.

During the drive into Boston Jeanne played songs, bouncing from one CD to another.  With every tune Jeanne filled McKenzie in on the complete history of the song.  She also gave McKenzie a long detailed bio on Madonna's entire life.  McKenzie found herself in awe of Jeanne's endless source of information and the energy she used to explain everything.

McKenzie parked the car in a parking garage near Fanuel Hall.   "Now you know everything you need to know to enjoy the concert," Jeanne explained as she directed them towards the tourist area that was filled with over-priced shops and restaurants.

"Silly me."  McKenzie snorted as they wandered through the Market Place seeking out the right place to eat.  "Here I was believing that I could just listen to her sing and be happy."

"You are such a goof," Jeanne responded with a glare as she pointed them towards a seafood stand.  "How about here?"

"Looks good," McKenzie agreed as she peeked at her watch.   "We need to pick up the tickets at the box office by seven.  I've never seen a show at The Fleet Center.  You'll need to show me where to go."

"I swear you never get out of that apartment of yours," Jeanne responded as they sat on the stools at the counter.  "Just what did you and Hilary do together?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," McKenzie said with a wink.

"Is that an offer?"  Jeanne wiggled her eyebrows in response.

PART THREE

McKenzie was a little thrown by Jeanne's response.  They relaxed and ate their dinner quickly before walking over towards the North End and the Fleet Center.  McKenzie was amazed by the crowd gathering there.  There was a radio station holding a karaoke contest outside, the winner would receive front row seats for the concert.

They worked their way through the crowd and got lost trying to find the box office.  They argued slightly when McKenzie insisted on stopping for a cup of coffee at the Dunkin Donuts by the entrance.  Finally the pair found themselves standing in a very long line that went around several corners.

Eventually they had their tickets in hand and were riding the escalator upstairs.  Their tickets were checked several times to ensure that they were really allowed there.  "Wow, security is really tight," McKenzie commented as stood in another line waiting to buy T-shirts.  "We should have plenty of time," she added as she looked at her watch once again, noting that they still had a half an hour before the show started.

McKenzie smiled as she watched Jeanne bouncing up and down, trying to see over the heads of the people in front of them.  Despite the fact that the small blonde was always a bundle of energy, she seemed even more excited than normal.  And somehow it made her look all that more adorable.  "I hope these are good seats.  Loge 20, Row 14, Seats 5 and 6."

"They looked good on the chart we checked out on the wall," Jeanne answered as she continued to stand up on her toes to get a better look at the shirts displayed on the wall.

"Yeah, but you never know," McKenzie added.  "That could have been a chart for a hockey game.  I ran into a guy at Avalon who saw the show in New York and he said that he spent the entire show staring at Madonna's ass."

"That wouldn't be all that bad."  Jeanne smiled brightly as they finally approached the front of the line.

"You're a pig," McKenzie tossed in as she kept trying to wave down the salesman who was ignoring them.  At one point they found themselves pushed up against the counter by the eager fans behind them.  The woman behind McKenzie kept bumping into her backside.  McKenzie kept turning to the young woman who obviously wasn't doing it intentionally.  But after the sixth or seventh time, McKenzie turned to her and said, "You could at least buy me dinner first."  Jeanne laughed at the comment as the woman just stared at McKenzie blankly.

After they made their purchases, they went up another set of stairs and had their tickets checked again.  "I'm sorry they ran out of the size you wanted," McKenzie apologized, holding her new shirt and program tightly.  "Perhaps the medium won't be too small," She suggested hopefully as she looked at her watch.  She sighed as she realized just how long they had been stuck in the vendor's line.

"I would have had the one I wanted if that guy hadn't ignored us," Jeanne groused as they passed another vendor station.  "I wish we had known about this one earlier.  Look, there's no line."

"Come on.  Let's find our seats," McKenzie suggested.  "There should be enough time; maybe they can exchange the shirt for you?"  Jeanne nodded in agreement as they went inside the arena.

Once they were seated they were thrilled at how close they were to the stage.  McKenzie stood and removed her T-shirt and put on the one she had just purchased.  Jeanne gasped slightly when she did it.  "Are you okay?" she inquired as she looked over at the blushing blonde.

"Fine," Jeanne squeaked.  "I'm going to see if I can exchange this shirt," she blurted out as she got up and dashed up the aisle.

McKenzie wondered if she had caused that reaction.  Just relax, McKenzie.  Enjoy the night and don't read anything into this.  She's a friend, she cautioned herself. Yeah, an incredibly hot friend.  And you've had a crush on her forever. She groaned in despair as she began to thumb through her program.

Jeanne returned with a different shirt and she handed McKenzie a bottle of spring water.  "Thank you," she said as she accepted the water.  "What's wrong?" she asked, taking in the look of disappointment clearly written on Jeanne's normally bright features.

"I had a heck of time making the guy at the stand understand what I wanted," Jeanne explained.  "I ended up getting a different shirt but this one is even smaller."

"Well, it's a nice design," McKenzie commented as Jeanne held the shirt up against her body to show the size.  "It doesn't look that small.  Try it on," she encouraged her.

Jeanne flashed her a lopsided grin.  "You're not wearing a bra?"  McKenzie groaned as her body temperature rose slightly at the thought.  "Go to the ladies room," McKenzie growled as she shook her head in despair.  Jeanne ran off once again.  McKenzie found herself debating whether to drink her water or pour it directly into her overheated lap.

Upon Jeanne's return, McKenzie almost dropped the bottle of water.  She looked at Jeanne in her denim shorts and the skin-tight white shirt with Madonna's face smiling back at her.  She looked like Daisy Duke.  "I'm in hell," McKenzie muttered.  "You look fine," she lied, thinking that the blonde looked a little too hot to be out in public.  "Come on sit down.  You look fine," she lied once again as Jeanne complied with a disbelieving smirk.  "I don't understand.  How'd you end up with a smaller shirt?"  McKenzie inquired as she handed her program over to Jeanne who was groaning.

"I'm going back," Jeanne sighed.

"There's no time," McKenzie informed her.  "It's not that bad," she added as she bit down on her bottom lip.

"It's the size of a postage stamp," Jeanne argued. "No." McKenzie fought back the urge to giggle.

"Okay."  Jeanne finally gave in and relaxed.

"Maybe you could buy a teddy bear and make a little Madonna bear," McKenzie suggested in hopes of cheering Jeanne up as she glanced quickly at her breasts.

"Jerk."  Jeanne swatted once again.

"No hitting," McKenzie warned her as the lights began to dim.

During the concert neither woman sat down.  From the moment Madonna took the stage, they were on their feet.  McKenzie's body pulsated as the concert continued while Jeanne kept grabbing her arm.  There were times, as Jeanne's body brushed against her own, McKenzie found it difficult to follow what was happening onstage.  They cheered loudly when the concert came to an end.  As the crowd began to shuffle out, McKenzie bent over to gather her old shirt and program.

She trembled slightly as she felt Jeanne's hand on her shoulder.  She stood and found herself locked in an intense gaze.  "Thank you," Jeanne said softly as she wrapped her arms around McKenzie's waist.

"For?" McKenzie inquired as she allowed the smaller woman to embrace her in a warm hug.

"The concert," Jeanne said softly in her ear as she held McKenzie a little tighter.

PART FOUR

McKenzie found herself mesmerized by the feel of Jeanne's body and the sweet scent of her hair.  They held one another longer than they should have.  But McKenzie didn't mind.  She was reveling in the feel of Jeanne's body pressed against her own.  Her hands took on a will of their own as they smoothed a trail down Jeanne's back.

A sigh escaped from Jeanne as the blonde nuzzled closer.  McKenzie became aware of the crowd shuffling past them.  Reluctantly she released her hold slightly.  Her blue eyes were instantly captured by the smaller woman's smoky gaze.  Her focus shifted to Jeanne's full lips and, without  thinking, she tilted her head.  McKenzie heart pounded as their lips brushed lightly.

Before she could stop and think about what was happening, she felt Jeanne pull her closer as their lips met once again.  The second kiss was searing with passion as Jeanne sucked on her bottom lip insistently.  McKenzie moaned as she parted her lips, inviting Jeanne in for exploration.  While Jeanne's tongue dipped into her eager mouth, McKenzie's hands had somehow found their way up the back of Jeanne's tiny shirt.

Jeanne's strong thigh pressed into her center as her hands felt the swell of Jeanne's full breasts.  "Excuse me," an irate voice said from behind them.  They quickly broke apart as they realized that they were holding up the other people in their row.  McKenzie clasped Jeanne's hand and led her into the aisle.

Their fingers remained intertwined as they were swept up by the large crowd leaving the arena.  As they found themselves bumping into one another, McKenzie's body pulsated.  The innocent brushing of their bodies seemed to take on a new meaning.  As Jeanne stumbled into her body slightly, her hand accidentally brushed across McKenzie's backside.  McKenzie's nipples hardened instantly from Jeanne's touch.

McKenzie released Jeanne's hand and wrapped her arm around her waist.  She pulled her a little closer as her hand felt Jeanne's bare abdomen.  She trembled as she felt Jeanne's body reacting from her touch.  McKenzie could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs.  Jeanne's chest was heaving as they tried to work their way through the crowd.  They found themselves at a standstill before they could reach the exit.

McKenzie stepped behind Jeanne and held her tightly as the crowd forced them to press their bodies into one another.  McKenzie boldly leaned down and began to kiss and nibble along Jeanne's neck.  She heard Jeanne moan once again as her tongue teased an ear lobe.  Her clit was throbbing as Jeanne pressed her backside into her center.  "We need to get out of here," McKenzie growled hotly into Jeanne's ear.

"Yes," Jeanne hissed in response as she tried to guide them through the crowd.

They were lost in the sea of people as security tried to guide everyone towards the exit.  Once outside in the cool night air, a light mist of rain surrounded them.  Jeanne grasped McKenzie's hand and led her away from the crowd.  They dodge their way between people until McKenzie felt herself being pulled into a dark alley.

McKenzie looked around, realizing that they were in a tiny alcove just away from the main entrance.  No one else seemed to be able to see them as they found themselves wrapped up in one another's arms.  McKenzie needed to kiss Jeanne.  She pressed the smaller woman against the stone building and captured her lips.

McKenzie had always enjoyed kissing, but there was something about the taste of Jeanne's lips that was driving her insane.  The soft fullness and the way Jeanne responded to her touch was intoxicating.  Their hands began a wild exploration.  McKenzie pressed her leg between Jeanne's firm thighs as her hands cupped full breasts.  Jeanne's nipples hardened from her touch.  The feel of Jeanne's firm breasts in her hands further fueled her long hidden desire.

Jeanne arched against her body as she cupped McKenzie's backside.  The two seemed to melt together as McKenzie pulled up the tiny shirt Jeanne was wearing, exposing her breasts to the cool night air.  McKenzie broke away from the fiery kiss and lowered her head.  She captured one of Jeanne's nipples in her mouth and began to suck it greedily.

A door opened directly beside them.  The sound jolted both of them.  McKenzie covered Jeanne's half-exposed body with her own.  "Sorry, ladies," a very petite blonde apologized.  "Carry on."  She smiled brilliantly at them as she made her way over to a limo that neither had noticed before.  "Nice looking couple," the blonde commented to someone inside the vehicle as she got in.

Jeanne and McKenzie looked at one another then back to the limo that was now pulling away.  "Was that?"  Jeanne blinked as she pulled down her top.

"I think it was," McKenzie concurred as the duo just stared at the spot where the limo had been.  She turned and smiled at the sweet cherub face in front of her.  "Some night, huh?"

"I know," Jeanne agreed as her fingers traced McKenzie's firm jaw line. "Great concert and we got to make out in front of Madonna.  And I got to kiss you," she added dreamily.

"And I got to kiss you finally," McKenzie said softly as she leaned into Jeanne's touch.

"I've dreamt about doing that," Jeanne said.

"Have you dreamt about others things as well?" McKenzie encouraged her.

"Oh yes," Jeanne said as her green eyes twinkled just a little brighter.  "As much as I want this to happen . . . this isn't exactly the place."

"Hmm."  McKenzie looked around their seedy surroundings.  "Let's go," she added as she took a step back.  Taking the smaller woman by the hand, she led her back onto the street.

"Where too?" Jeanne inquired as she leaned closer to McKenzie.

"My place is closer," McKenzie offered.  "It's still a good hour away."  She grimaced slightly at the thought of having to keep her hands to herself for that long.

Jeanne sighed heavily in agreement as they hurried back to McKenzie's car.  As they approached the car, they found themselves reluctant to release one another's hand.  Jeanne pressed McKenzie up against the vehicle and kissed her passionately.  Their tongues danced together as their hands roamed freely.  "This is going to a very long ride," Jeanne snarled as they finally released one another.

McKenzie nodded in agreement as she opened the door for Jeanne.  She settled herself into the driver's seat and started the car.

PART FIVE

The drive back to the North Shore was taking far too long for both women.  Hands roamed across one another's thighs.  Occasionally one of them would slip her hand between the other woman's legs.  Before leaving the city, the two took full advantage of the traffic jams and red lights.  They would kiss and touch one another.  Jeanne had managed to unclasp McKenzie's bra and suckle her breast.

McKenzie finally had to beg Jeanne to stop before they got into an accident.  They continued to touch as they drove into the night.  The ride was becoming a slow torture.  McKenzie's hand slipped from the steering wheel.  Her touch started out innocently enough.  She was simply holding Jeanne's hand.  Then she found herself caressing a thigh.  Then, without realizing what she was doing, she began a trail back up the smaller woman's tiny shirt.

She teased Jeanne's hardened nipple with two fingers as she made her way through traffic.  "I don't know if I can hold on," Jeanne moaned.

"I know," McKenzie replied in a husky tone.

"Pull in there," Jeanne commanded as she pointed to the Holiday Inn just up ahead.

"Are you sure?" McKenzie asked as she continued to roll Jeanne's nipple between her fingers.

"Yes," Jeanne hissed.

McKenzie pulled into the almost vacant parking lot and parked her car.  Turning off the engine, she turned towards Jeanne.  The expression in Jeanne's eyes left no doubt in McKenzie's mind as to what the blonde intended.  McKenzie removed her hand from the warmth of Jeanne's body.  Gently she cupped the smaller woman's face as Jeanne leaned into her touch.

McKenzie unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over towards Jeanne.  She brushed her lips against Jeanne's, gently at first.  The spark ran through her as their bodies touched slightly.  The kiss quickly deepened as their lips parted.  Their tongues began a rhythmic dance.  McKenzie's hands wandered down the front of Jeanne's body.

She unbuckled the blonde's seatbelt and pressed her body as close to the other woman's as she could get.  Despite the confines of the automobile, she found herself melting into the heat of Jeanne's body.  Their need became insistent as the windows fogged up and their hands sought the other's wetness.  Gasping for air, they broke apart.  "You are amazing," McKenzie choked out.

"So are you."  Jeanne panted heavily.  "I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my entire life."

"Shall we get a room before we end up in a compromising position in the parking lot?" McKenzie suggested.

Jeanne nodded eagerly and opened the car door.  McKenzie quickly followed her into the hotel.  The desk clerk didn't bat an eye at their disheveled appearance or their lack of luggage.  He simply explained the rates for the night and accepted Jeanne's credit card.  He slid the key card over to them and instructed them where their room was located.

"You think he knows?" McKenzie inquired as she stifled a giggle and squeezed Jeanne's hand.

"Oh yeah."  Jeanne laughed in response as she opened the door to the room.  "It's late at night.  It's a hotel on Route One.  We have no luggage and he didn't bother to tell us when checkout time is.  He knows," the blonde added firmly as she opened the door.

They stepped into the modest hotel room and shut the door behind them.  The air was chill from the air conditioner.  McKenzie shivered slightly.  "Which bed do you want?" she teased as she pointed towards the two double beds.

"Which ever one you'll be in," Jeanne responded firmly as she wrapped her arms around the taller woman.

Jeanne reached up and laced her fingers through McKenzie's long raven tresses.  She guided the taller woman down and kissed her once again. One kiss turned into two, then three as they guided one another towards the nearest bed. Falling onto the bed, they hurriedly began to undress each other as their mouths tasted exposed flesh.

Once they were both naked, McKenzie took a moment to drink in the beauty of Jeanne's naked body.  "So beautiful," she murmured softly, her fingers trailing a tender path along Jeanne's exposed form.  Jeanne shuddered from her touch, her eyes fluttered close.  McKenzie shifted her gently on the bed and pressed her longer frame against her.

They moaned in unison as their naked bodies touched for the first time.  McKenzie kissed Jeanne's cheek then placed feathery kisses along the blonde's jaw, weaving a trail down her neck as she pressed her thigh into Jeanne's center.  She moaned as she felt the wetness that greeted her.

McKenzie thought she would explode as her mouth continued to taste Jeanne's skin.  Her tongue teased one nipple and then the other.  Jeanne's body arched as she continued to tease her.  Jeanne moaned insistently as her hands guided McKenzie further down her body.

McKenzie hungrily tasted her way down the firm abdomen.  Stopping briefly to tickle Jeanne's navel, she then settled her longer frame between Jeanne's legs.  She inhaled the sweet musky aroma of Jeanne's passion and began to kiss the inside of her thighs.  She felt Jeanne's body responding to her touch as she opened herself up further.

McKenzie needed to taste more as her tongue flicked across Jeanne's swollen clit.  Jeanne arched and McKenzie tasted her further.  Licking her swollen lips, tasting as much as she could as she raised Jeanne's body slightly.  She continued to tease Jeanne as the smaller woman thrust her hips.  McKenzie's tongue began a slow rhythm, circling her clit at first.  Jeanne whimpered as McKenzie began to suckle her clit.  Her mouth began to drink in more of the smaller woman.

Their rhythm increased as Jeanne offered more of herself.  McKenzie placed two fingers just outside of Jeanne's opening, teasing her.  "Please," Jeanne gasped as she held onto the headboard for support as McKenzie entered her.  McKenzie began a steady torture as her mouth pleasured Jeanne's clit and her fingers plunged in and out of her wetness.  The pace quickly grew wild as Jeanne's body thrust against McKenzie's face.

Each time she felt Jeanne nearing the edge, McKenzie would slow her movements.  Jeanne groaned each time, thrusting more insistently.  "Please," Jeanne begged once again.  McKenzie couldn't hold back any longer.  Her mouth and fingers began a passionate dance.  She held onto the smaller woman as she began to buck wildly.  Jeanne's arms were stretched over her head as she clung to the headboard.

Each woman moaned as Jeanne's body bucked wildly and her thighs began to tremble.  "God yes!" Jeanne screamed out as McKenzie took her higher.  Jeanne's body lifted off the mattress as she began to explode.  A loud snap frightened both women and then the headboard came crashing off the wall.  McKenzie continued her movements, knowing that her lover was close.

Jeanne screamed out McKenzie's name as she climaxed.  McKenzie held her tightly and continued to taste her as her fingers plunged in and out.  The second orgasm came quickly as McKenzie continued, the smaller woman clutching at the bedcovers begging her to stop.  As she felt her lover cross over for the third time, she finally released her hold on her.

Jeanne was gasping for air as McKenzie gathered her in her arms.  They held each other tightly as Jeanne's breathing finally returned to normal.  They both surveyed the damage to the bed and began to laugh loudly.  "We'll fix it in the morning."  McKenzie chuckled.

"I can't believe I did that."  Jeanne sighed as she gently guided McKenzie's body down.  She began to kiss McKenzie tenderly as her hands cupped her full firm breasts.  McKenzie moaned as smaller hands teased her.  Her legs parted as Jeanne cupped her mound.  "So wet," Jeanne murmured as her thumb circled McKenzie's throbbing clit.

McKenzie gasped as she felt two fingers teasing her center.  She opened herself up further, offering everything to the woman who was quickly stealing her heart.  Her body trembled as Jeanne entered her and she wrapped her long legs around the blonde.  As Jeanne's fingers thrust in and out of her, her thumb kept a steady rhythm circling her aching clit.  "Come for me," Jeanne whispered hotly in her ear.

McKenzie's body thrust in response as Jeanne took her.  Her climax ripped through her as Jeanne continued to make love to her.  Her heart was pounding as her body arched once again.  Exhausted they collapsed together.  They held onto one another while McKenzie tried to regain her breathing.

As they clung to each other, their bodies began to respond again to the feel of the other.  One kiss quickly became two until they found themselves eagerly feasting upon one another's passion. They climaxed in unison and quickly found their way into each other's arms.

They made love again and then they found themselves rushing to leave.  "I thought you set the alarm," Jeanne teased McKenzie as they checked out.  Both women were now running late for work.

"I forgot," McKenzie retorted.  "I was distracted," she explained as they raced towards the car. She opened the car door for Jeanne; a sudden panic washed over her.

Reaching out, she took Jeanne by the arm, "Can I see you again?" she asked fearfully.  "I mean on a date?"

"Is tonight too soon?" Jeanne answered brightly before kissing her gently.

THE END

MATINEE

By Mavis Applewater

yomavis@email.com

December 2001

Disclaimers: This story contains a loving sexual relationship between two women. What else would you expect from little old me? Anywho. If this isn't something you would like to read then move on. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material, then get out. You can come back when you grow older or move. For the rest of you, this material may not be reproduced or posted without permission of the author. Is anyone else wondering just how they cast a body double for Lucy Lawless for the X-Files? Or better still how does one get the job of casting Ms. Lawless backside?

Thank you to my beta reader Joanne.

As Always For Heather

PART ONE

Rhea walked into the dark movie theatre with her popcorn and Pepsi held firmly in her hands. As usual, it was almost empty. The tiny cinema didn't do much business on weekday afternoons. They did their real business on the weekends. Friday through Sunday they would show more current titles. During the week, the small theatre would offer older titles. Normally there would be a few scattered people, most of them familiar faces - college students, retirees and, of course, her - the tall dark stranger.

Rhea took a seat and relaxed, scanning the darkness to se if she could find her. There she was, just a few rows back. Rhea liked coming to the small cinema. It specialized in older films. True, she could simply rent the videos or DVDs. But there was something about spending her time here, with the really good, old fashioned, artery-clogging popcorn and the classic films. Of course the tall dark-haired woman had been an added incentive.

It was the middle of winter and there wasn't much to do in the small town. Since she was a hairdresser, Rhea had every Monday off. She enjoyed stopping in and catching a movie every once in awhile. Then, about two months ago, she’d noticed the tall woman seated in the back.

Since then Rhea hadn't missed a Monday afternoon. Each time she hoped that she would see the woman again. Each time she wasn't disappointed. Slowly Rhea had moved closer to where the woman sat. The mysterious beauty had been doing the same. The only thing that Rhea regretted was that neither woman had worked up enough courage to speak to the other. At least, she hoped that the other woman felt the same.

The furthest they had progressed in their timid courtship was a shy polite smile every time one of them caught the other looking at them instead of the movie. Rhea settled in, looking over to find shy blue eyes staring back at her. She smiled at the taller woman. Feeling a sense of warmth flowing through her, she turned her attention back to the screen. This week it was The Magnificent Ambersons.

Rhea watched the film, merrily noting that, as usual, the tall dark-haired woman would get up periodically and leave the theatre. She would return later and take her seat. She would also disappear just prior to the end of the movie and not return. Today was no different. Rhea found herself looking around the plush lobby just as she always did. She could never find her. Rhea had come to the conclusion that the woman either worked at the cinema or had the smallest bladder in the world.

The following week Rhea found herself sloshing through a mini-blizzard trying to get to the cinema on time. It was silly and she knew it. But she had spent the entire week convincing herself that today would be the day she would finally talk to her mystery woman. She grimaced as she looked at her watch noting that the film would have already started. 'The African Queen' was one of her favorites. She had always wanted to see it on the big screen.

PART TWO

Rhea's heart sank as she noticed the cinema was suspiciously dark. Just as she was about to try the main door to see if it was open, it swung out and the familiar faces of the ticket girl, the concession worker, and the usher stepped out into the horrid weather.

"Sorry, Miss. We’re going to shut down," the usher explained.

"It's okay," a sultry voice said from inside. "Let her in."

"Are you sure, Judy?" the young woman who usually sold her popcorn queried.

"Yeah," the tall woman reassured the girl as she held the door open, ushering Rhea inside the warm theatre.

"Do you want us to stay?" the young girl pleaded as her co-workers groaned in disgust.

"No," Judy added firmly. "You kids get going before the weather gets any worse."

Rhea watched as the young girl's face dropped. Rhea instantly understood the young girl's disappointment as she looked over at the tall woman whose blue eyes and chiseled features had dragged her out in a snowstorm. "Oh yeah, kid. I know what you're thinking,' Rhea thought in amusement. As she watched Judy locking the door behind the three teenagers, a sudden panic washed over her. 'I must look like a major idiot! I'm standing here dripping in the lobby, when she probably just wants to go home like any other sane person would do.'

"Hi," Judy said just as Rhea was about to hyperventilate.

"Uh, Hi," She replied as she nervously ran her fingers through her wet short blonde hair.

They stood there in an awkward silence, each shifting nervously as they tried to come up with something to say. "Looks like you’re closed for the day. I should get going," Rhea stammered nervously.

"Well, if you want to stay. . . ," Judy began in a nervous voice. "I was going to run the movie anyway. I wanted to see it," she explained.

"You're the projectionist?" Rhea inquired.

"Among other things." Judy flashed her a brilliant smile. "I'm Judy, by the way," she said as she offered her hand to Rhea.

"Rhea," the smaller blonde responded as she accepted Judy's hand. Realizing how wet her hand was, she pulled back in embarrassment. "Sorry," she apologized. "I'm wet," she added, wiping her hand on her parka. She blushed suddenly as she realized what she had just said. It was an innocent comment that was true on far too many levels. Judy simply smiled at her.

"Why don't you go inside the theatre," Judy suggested.

"Are you sure?" Rhea inquired quickly. "I’ll understand if you want to get out of here."

"I'm sure," Judy replied warmly. Rhea felt a shiver from the look she was receiving from those intense blue eyes. "Why don't you go find a seat and make yourself comfortable? I just need to get things set up. I'll bring us some snacks," Judy suggested.

"Won't the boss mind?" Rhea asked. Her heart raced at the thought of being alone with this woman.

"No, I'm looking forward to it." Judy smiled as she gave Rhea a little wink. "So what do you like?" Judy teased her. Rhea blinked in surprise as her mouth went suddenly dry. "For snacks," Judy continued, ". . . what would you like?"

"Anything," Rhea teased in return. She couldn't help but smile at the way this snowy afternoon was turning out.

"I'll hold you to that," Judy purred as she stepped slightly closer to Rhea.

Rhea could feel her body warming from their closeness. She shivered slightly as Judy stepped away. "Go on inside." Judy shrugged. "I'll be there just as soon as I can." Rhea wet her lips as she watched the gentle sway of hips as Judy walked away.

PART THREE

Rhea walked into the empty theatre and decided on a seat in the center. She removed her damp parka and shook out the snow. Then she removed her gloves and hat, placing them on the seat next to her. She felt a twinge in the pit of her stomach as the lights were lowered. She took her seat and quickly ran her fingers through her hair as she prayed that she didn't have a case of hat hair.

She peeked up to the projectionist booth to see if she could see anything. All she could detect was shadows. She continued to primp herself as the movie began. She watched in delight as images of Katherine Hepburn in the sweltering African landscape began to fill the screen. As much as she wanted to see this movie again, she kept looking behind her in hopes that Judy was about to join her.

Finally, just as Kate was convincing Humphrey to take her with him, Judy sat down beside her. The tall brunette was balancing a tray. "Here we go, hot chocolate to warm us up." Judy handed her a steaming cup. Rhea thanked her, biting back a sigh as their fingers brushed. She placed it in the cup holder on her seat. Judy did the same with hers as she handed Rhea a large tub of popcorn. She stored the tray away. "I love this scene." Judy said with a smile.

Rhea couldn't look at the screen; she could only focus on the beautiful woman seated next to her. "Cheers," Judy said brightly as she held up her cup and turned to her. Rhea reached for her own paper cup and clicked it against Judy's. They sipped their hot chocolate. It warmed her frozen body almost as much as Judy's smile had. "You . . . uhm . . . have a little . . . ," Judy said softly as she motioned towards Rhea's face. Rhea reached up, hoping that it was the hot chocolate on her face. "Here." Judy halted her movements as she reached over, her thumb brushing away the damp liquid just above Rhea’s lips. Rhea's eyes fluttered shut as Judy touched her.

"Thank you," Rhea managed to squeak out.

"You're welcome," Judy whispered softly as she moved closer. Rhea could feel her breath caressing her face. Their lips brushed in a shy gentle manner.

Rhea’s heart pounded as her lips tingled from the touch. Judy pulled back slightly, looking at her with a nervous expression. "That was nice," Rhea said softly.

"Yeah." Judy smiled back as she sighed with relief.

They settled back in their seats and watched the movie as their thighs brushed together. Rhea settled the tub of popcorn on her lap. She smiled, knowing that Judy would have to reach across her to reach it. As she sipped her hot chocolate, Judy's arm brushed against her body. Rhea managed to hold back the moan as the brunette grabbed a handful of popcorn.

They continued to watch the movie as they rested against one another's shoulders. Fingers brushed as they reached for popcorn. Rhea’s breathing became erratic as their fingers strayed and brushed against an arm or thigh. Feeling bolder and definitely more passionate sitting so close to this woman that she had been fantasizing about, Rhea rested her hand on Judy's firm thigh. She felt the muscles tighten from her touch.

Her nipples hardened as Judy leaned closer to her. "I need to change the reel," Judy whispered softly.

"Oh." Rhea pouted in disappointment. "How do you know?" she inquired, suddenly.

"Watch the top right hand corner of the screen," Judy informed her. "When you see the white circle, it's a cue. I'll be right back." Judy kissed her quickly before gathering up some of their trash and making her way up the aisle.

Rhea sighed deeply as she watched her go. She tried to watch the movie but her thoughts kept straying to the beautiful woman who had just left her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the white circle appear. She smiled, knowing that it meant the next reel had started and Judy would be returning.

PART FOUR

Judy returned and placed herself as close to Rhea as humanly possible. Their fingers brushed once again as they both reached into the tub of popcorn at the same time. Judy smiled as she held up a kernal of popcorn for Rhea to sample. Rhea leaned over and allowed Judy to feed it to her. She caught the tips of Judy's fingers and began to lick the salt and butter off of them. Judy moaned as Rhea licked her fingers clean.

Rhea smiled to herself, unable to believe she was acting so boldly. She in turn placed a kernel of popcorn against Judy's quivering lips. Judy's tongue snaked out and sucked the popcorn into her mouth. Rhea’s excitement grew as she leaned over and captured Judy's lips with her own.

Unlike the first kiss, which had been shy and gentle, this kiss exploded passionately as their mouths parted. Tongues danced together, fighting for control. The tub of popcorn crashed to the floor as Rhea reached over and pulled Judy closer to her. She groaned in frustration as the armrest prevented their bodies from touching.

Judy's hands moved down her back, trying to bring them closer. Unable to manage it, the brunette's touch shifted, smoothing a path to the swell of Rhea’s breast. Rhea was fueled on by Judy's hand cupping her breast. The smaller blonde allowed her hands to begin their own exploration.

As Judy caressed her breast with one hand, the other began to unbutton her shirt. Rhea ran her own hands down Judy's back as she pulled the soft flannel shirt out of her pants. Rhea’s shirt was opened and strong hands began to caress her abdomen. Her own hands slid up the back of Judy's shirt. Her fingers burned from the feel of Judy's exposed skin beneath them.

Their tongues continued to explore one another's mouths as each of them unclasped the other's bra. Eager finger began teasing hardened nipples. The kiss ended as they gasped for air. Never in her life had Rhea been kissed with such passion. She knew she couldn't stop now. She needed to feel all of this woman.

Her body arched as Judy began to tease her nipple with her tongue. She groaned as she wrapped her fingers in Judy's long raven hair, pressing her closer. Their bodies collided with the armrest once again. Rhea chuckled as Judy growled in frustration. Once again Judy's mouth captured her nipple and began to suckle it.

Rhea felt as if she was going to explode as Judy teased her with her teeth and tongue. Her hips arched up, lifting her off the seat. Her jeans pressed into her center as Judy devoured her breast. Rhea's hips began to grind, increasing the friction. Unable to hold back any longer, she reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. Judy moaned against her skin as she lowered the zipper.

Rhea was gasping for air as she dipped her fingers into her own pants. She moaned weakly as she felt how wet her panties were. She slipped her finger past the elastic band of her underwear and down into her own wetness. As Judy suckled her harder, she began to stroke her throbbing clit.

She looked down and watched Judy feasting upon her as she touched herself. Blue eyes twinkled up at her, encouraging her to continue. Slipping her hand from the warm confines of her passion, she held up her glistening fingers. Judy halted her movements, licking her lips eagerly as Rhea held her fingers up to her. Rhea smiled as the brunette reached for them. Pulling away at the last moment, she heard Judy whimper. Rhea continued to smile as she painted her nipple with her wetness.

Judy began to lick and suck Rhea's breast as she clasped the blonde's hand. "You taste so good," Judy murmured as she guided Rhea's hand back to warmth of her own wetness. Rhea's head fell back as she once again began to touch herself. She whimpered as Judy pulled away. She could hear the sound of popcorn crunching as the tall woman stood before her.

Rhea looked up at Judy who was standing in front of her. Her breath caught as she watched Judy unbutton her shirt. "Don't stop," Judy requested as she left her shirt hanging open slightly, revealing her breasts. Rhea licked her lips with desire as she continued to touch herself. Judy shifted and maneuvered her large frame so she could kneel before Rhea.

Through hooded eyes, Rhea watched as Judy ran her hands along her trembling thighs. She reached up and began to lower Rhea's pants. Rhea continued to pleasure herself, raising her hips to allow Judy to pull her jeans down to her ankles. She parted her thighs as Judy began to kiss her way up her legs. "I want to see you," Judy explained as she began to lower Rhea's underwear.

Once her panties joined her pants around her ankles, Judy removed her hand from the warmth of her damp curls. Rhea watched in amazement as Judy brought her fingers to her lips. The sensation of Judy's tongue licking her fingers was tantalizing. As Judy teased her digits, Rhea reached out and slipped her free hand into Judy's shirt. She moaned as she ran her palm across Judy's already erect nipple.

She continued to tease Judy as the raven-haired beauty released her hand and began to kiss her way down Rhea’s body. She trembled as Judy's silken hair caressed her exposed skin. Her hands moved so she could run her fingers through the long black hair. Her hips arched as she felt Judy's breath on her damp curls. Rhea shifted to move closer to the edge of her seat, opening herself up to her lover.

She trembled as Judy's tongue flicked across her throbbing clit. She could feel strong arms reaching beneath her. She watched as Judy lifted her hips, bringing her closer to her mouth. Judy's tongue explored her lips, tasting all that she had to offer. She felt her tongue pressing against her opening. Rhea's hips arched, eager to feel this woman inside of her. Judy plunged her tongue inside of her as Rhea thrust against her.

Judy continued to plunge in and out of her, driving Rhea closer to the edge as she thrust against her lover. They didn’t notice that the film had stopped or the flickering of the blank screen. Judy's mouth continued to feast upon her wetness as she moved her attention to Rhea's swollen nub. She suckled it while teasing her with her teeth. Judy held her tightly as her body trembled. Rhea gasped and whimpered as Judy took her higher.

Rhea rocked against her lover as she screamed out her name. Her body convulsed as she collapsed against the hard seat. She trembled as she tried to focus on what had just happened. Once her breathing returned to normal, she looked down to see Judy looking up at her while resting her head on the blonde's stomach.

"I think we missed the movie," Rhea managed to squeak out.

"Hmm." Judy smiled up at her. "I have it on DVD back at my apartment if you really want to see it," Judy suggested before she kissed Rhea's stomach.

"How far away is your apartment?" Rhea inquired.

"Next door." Judy smiled playfully. "My uncle left me this place and the building when he died."

"Let's go," Rhea agreed.

"You really want to see the movie?" Judy asked.

"No," Rhea reassured her as she ran her fingers through raven tresses. "I want to see more of you and, if we stay here, I think we'll both end up in traction."

"Let's go," Judy agreed.

THE END