16
Andy Sachs was about halfway through her concert, when she walked stage right to get a drink of water from the cold bottle resting on a stool just a few feet away from the wing. As she tilted her head back to swallow the wet refresher, her peripheral caught the site of a familiar flash of white.
Her stomach jumped. Her mind raced, oh God! Something happened to one of the girls she thought. But as she turned to meet her lovers beautiful happy smile she relaxed. Never missing a beat the singer move right back to center stage and continued her performance.
Miranda could hear her young lover's beautiful voice in the air around them as Amelia escorted her backstage to the wing to the right of the stage where her Andrea was performing. The fashionista chose to wear a pair of tight black True Religion jeans and a soft silk blouse in her Andrea's colour. Her 3 inch black Prada pumps finished look she hoped her girlfriend would appreciate.
She stood in awe, watching the woman she loved work her magic. Her music brought smiles to everyone there. They were there, after all, at this concert to enjoy the beauty she produced with her seemingly unlimited talent. At no time in her almost 50 years did she imagine she would find her equal, in every way. And never would she have dreamt it would be a woman, almost 2 decades her junior or in a completely different field of business. Of course, if she stopped to consider her childhood, a musician stealing her heart did make the most sense.
Amelia had supplied her with a chair to sit and enjoy the rest of the show. Her eyes enjoyed the view of that incredible body she knew would be against hers in the very near future. She watched as the sounds of an angel came from the lips that later would be doing heavenly things to her. And a smile that set her heart aloft with the freedom to believe in a life together she could only hope for.
As the final chord played in the last song of the concert and the lights dimmed, Andy's security team ushered her quickly to her buss, away from the crowd. Inside she must have paced the length of her home on wheels over twenty times in the short few minutes it took for Miranda to reach her. When the door opened, she moved in a flash to grab her girlfriend and crushed her lips to the older woman's. Andy wrapped her arms around Miranda, holding her tightly causing the older woman to relax into her and melt into the passionate embrace.
The singer finally relinquished her hold slightly to pull back and look into the deep blue lust filled eyes she would soon become lost in. between gasps she asked, "Baby, what are you doing here? I thought you were going on location. What's wrong?" Worry began to tug at her, fear that something was so terribly wrong that it had brought her lover to her.
Miranda cupped her cheek. "Shhh darling. I promise, everything is fine. I'll explain everything tomorrow." She leaned in to kiss the woman infront of her with need. "Right now I just want to make love to you. I want to feel you."
"Mmmm." Andy gave into her desire and kissed her wantonly. When air was a necessity she pulled their lips apart. "Sweetheart, I need to shower."
"NO!" Miranda began to pull the top the younger woman was wearing. "I can't wait. I won't!" after the top was gone the editor moved with determination and desperation she had never felt. She had to taste her lover immediately. The short skirt was pulled from her hips. She pushed Andy back to the bedroom and unceremoniously threw her onto the bed.
"Oh God!" Andy gasped as Miranda ripped her panties off and thrust her tongue into her. She grabbed the older woman's head as she drove her hips against her lovers mouth.
"Mmm Mmmm." Miranda moaned into her.
"Oh Jesus. Miranda." She was reaching the pinnacle of her climax, fast.
Miranda dug her fingers into the hips surrounding her, moving with Andy's grinds. Fucking her with an unknown aggression with her mouth. She took Andy's hard clit between her lip covered teeth and sucked hard, sending her lover over the edge.
"B-baaaa-bbbbbbyyyyy!" Andy screamed.
Miranda straddled the singer's shin at the same moment she thrust two fingers into her lovers pulsing core.
Andy arched her back as the fingers found her spot and came again instantly. She grabbed at the bed covers a she thrust into Miranda, riding her fingers.
"Mirandaaaaa!"
The intense moment was enough to send the older woman, fully clothed, rubbing against her young lover's leg, into an orgasm of her own. She threw her head back opened her mouth and released a silent scream.
Their bodies froze in a moment of mutual ecstasy. Then Miranda fell on top of Andy, both breathing hard. The younger woman lay completely boneless, loving the older woman's weight against her. Finally, with her strength returning, she wrapped her arms around Miranda, found her lips, still covered with her own juices and kissed her.
"My God woman. Were you trying to kill me?" She chuckled.
Miranda blushed. Her desperate desire for the other woman now sated, she lowered her eyes and embarrassment. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt…"
"Shh," Andy took her face into her hands. "That was incredible. Fucking incredible!" she kissed her again and felt Miranda smile against her lips. They laid there just holding and kissing each other, into a blissful sleep.
The lovers awoke several hours later, still wrapped in each other's arms. When Andy looked at Miranda dressed in her jeans and top, with one shoe still encasing a delicate foot and herself clad in only her bra, she couldn't stop the laughter that exploded from deep within her. The older woman sat up stiffly, pulling at the tight clothes against her skin, looking from her one barefoot back to the singer, laughing. She raised an eyebrow, which made the younger woman laugh even harder. Seeing the absolutely ridiculous situation drew at full deep laugh from her as well. The older woman fell back into her young lover's waiting arms. They held on to each other as their laughter subsided. After they wipe their faces, removing the sleep and happy tears, they looked lovingly into one another's eyes.
Andy spoke. "Hi."
"Hi." Miranda responded with a smile.
Andy took her hand. "Not that last night wasn't the absolute best surprise of my life, but why are you here? I thought you had to go somewhere for work."
"I did." Miranda looked down at the join hands. She raised her eyes to meet confusion on Andrea space. "I'm hoping it will be another wonderful surprise."
"Oh-kay."
"How about we get up, shower, dress and I can explain everything to you over coffee?"
"That sounds wonderful." She pulled the editor into her arms, flipped them onto Miranda's back, holding the older woman's arms above her head. "That can be my first fantasy fulfilled." She grinned evilly then jumped off her lover.
Miranda laid there a moment, bringing hand to her chest. She was sure her heart was about to beat out of it as she watched that incredible body she had devoured only hours before saunter away. Andy playfully let her last remaining article of clothing, her bra, dropped from her fingers and continued to the bathroom without looking back.
Miranda took a deep breath, whispering, "MINE", just loud enough for Andy to hear it.
Huskily, Andy spoke from the bathroom, "then come and get what's yours." The water was heard beginning to fall in the shower and Miranda practically bounced herself off the bed, pulling her clothes from her heated body is she moved.
Through the steam from the hot shower she could see Andrea's lithe body behind the glass door of the stall. Her blood was pulsing in her ears as she stood in awe of the beauty in front of her. Andy had her head tilted back, her long Chestnut locks under the stream of water. Miranda gulped air while her eyes traveled down her lover's neck, past her full breasts, catching the water droplets as they rolled over her flat stomach, disappearing between her luscious thighs, only to appear again to run down her long muscular legs.
"Dear Lord." She muttered.
Andy slid the door open, peeking her head out. She held her hand out to help her lover into the shower. "Welcome to my fantasy, lover."
Miranda sent up a quick prayer that she would not die from pleasure before they could even begin. She took the extended hand and stepped in.
Miranda was attaching the back of her earring as she exited the bedroom. She had chosen a comfortable pair of Bill Blass chocolate dress trousers with a cream colored Dolce top. Still barefoot, she padded towards the table where Andrea and Amelia sat discussing business. Both women looked up at her while she made her way to them, and a steaming cup of hot coffee waiting for her.
Amelia immediately rose to leave nodding hello to the editor. Andy looked to her assistant. "Thanks Amelia, I'll call you later." The woman turned and left. Andrea turned her attention back to her lover who leaned in to kiss her the minute Amelia was out the door.
"Good morning gorgeous." She ran her eyes up and down the older woman. "You looked good enough to eat." She wiggled her eyebrows, "again."
Miranda blushed from her neck to her ears and swatted the younger woman's arm. She took the seat across from her girlfriend and hummed with her eyes close of the first drink of the steaming liquid. It calmed her from the inside is it ran down her throat. She opened her eyes to find Andy staring at her with her chin resting on her palm.
"What?"
"I just still can't believe that you're here."
The older woman smirked into the mug against her lips. "I would have thought the last few hours would have confirmed my physical presence."
Andy snorted. "Oh it did. Believe me." She smiled. "I just can't figure out why. Is something wrong?" She allowed a little concerned to creep into her voice.
"No darling." Miranda reached out and grasped her hand. "Everything is perfect." To prove it she flashed Andy one of her rare full smiles.
"Well then, what's up?" The singer leaned back in her chair picking up her coffee to take a drink.
A million thoughts raced through Miranda's mind. She had originally decided to keep the entire shoot a secret until they surprised Andrea at her home. But now that she was here, this close, she wanted to tell her everything. She wanted the woman she adored you know how truly dear to her heart she was. To share with her the fact that she was the inspiration for the entire issue.
"I've always believed that we create our own destiny by the choices we make. I've never believed in fate. Until I realized I had fallen in love with you. I knew then, in my heart, I was fated to have you in my life." She looked up into Andrea's tear filled chocolate orbs. Her heart skipped. "I began to understand all of the romantic notions of what it meant to find the other half of your soul, to discover that other person that makes you complete."
The tears are quietly rolling down Andrea's beautiful face. The older woman reached up to wipe them from her cheeks with her thumb. Andrea took hold of her hand and tenderly kissed palm.
"I can't perform in an arena of thousands of people and sing only to you. But I can devote an entire issue of my magazine to the things that you love and honor most."
Andrea wrinkled her brow and confusion, still holding Miranda's hand.
The editor took a deep breath, "I have decided to dedicate an entire issue of RUNWAY to the women of country music and the awareness of pancreatic cancer."
Andrea gasped a huge lung full of air. She began to shake uncontrollably. Miranda was immediately by her side, kneeling next to her. "Darling?"
Andrea held up a finger, asking for a moment to catch her breath. Tears poured from her eyes as she stared into Miranda's deep blue pools. Miranda just gripped her arms, holding her upright in her chair.
"Sweetheart, please, are you okay?"
Andrea nodded and blinked at her lover. 'Oh my God', she thought. After a few minutes the singer began to relax and get hold of her self. She took deep breath and released it. Seldom was the younger woman at a loss for words. "I… I don't… how… why…?"
Miranda finally released her nervous breath and smiled at her lover's response. "Because you mean the world to me. And," she grinned, "because I can."
Andy laughed and took the editors face into her hands and joined their lips. The kiss was intense, filling both women with everything they felt for each other. They separated only to rest their foreheads together.
"My God I love you Miranda. I love you so so much."
Miranda leaned back placing a hand on her chest over her rapidly beating muscle. "My heart belongs to you darling. Always you." She leaned in to kiss her young beauty again. Arms wrapped around each other as the kiss slowed, and they just held one another and enjoyed the comfort and the rightness of being together.
Long moments passed before either was willing to separate from the other. Eventually, the strain to Miranda's back and knees won out, requiring her to break the contact and return to her chair. She smiled and cupped Andrea's cheek.
"So back to business." The editor rose to retrieve her Prada Satchel and pulled a file out. After she returned to her chair to sit, she opened the folder and retrieved the photos Amelia had taken for them. Miranda laid them in front of Andrea who recognized the content right away. "We would like your permission to shoot the layouts for the issue at these locations."
A huge hundred watt smile filled the young woman's face. Miranda continued. "The tentative schedule is for the week we are there for your benefit concert." Andy looked up at her questioningly. "I wish to include an article on the concert as well as," she took a deep breath, "you and your career."
The younger woman's eyes grew twice their normal large-size. "Miranda…"
Her hand was raised interrupt her. "I can," she softened her tone, "please, allow me to do this for you, for us."
"For us?"
Miranda closed her eyes. "I also lost someone I loved dearly to this awful disease." Andy reached up to squeeze her lovers hand. "my mother." She opened her eyes and felt tears on her lashes.
"Oh baby. I'm so so sorry." Andy leaned in and gently kissed Miranda's cheek. She knew firsthand how painfully this cancer could take someone. The suffering at the end was usually intense. The younger woman hoped her lover's mother was one of the lucky few that went quickly.
"Thank you darling." She sighed before returning to a milder version of her iconic business mask. "Every page will include the purple ribbon and each model have one visible on her clothing."
"Wow." Andy whispered. Miranda smiled and made a quick decision not to tell her anything else; including the response from her peers or the choice to have her beauty grace the fashionista's magazine cover.
"Does that mean you approve?"
"Of course." She jumped into the older woman's lap. "I love you… kiss… I love you… kiss… I love you."
"Well." But Miranda was glowing with pride knowing Andrea was this thrilled at her idea. The editor pushed her lover back from her a bit to look at her. "We need to confirm the date," she grinned, "then my 'business' is finished."
"Really." Andy hooked her fingers behind Miranda's neck. "Well let me check my schedule. I should be able to get you an answer before …"
"Tomorrow afternoon."
"Yes. I will contact my assistant and have her let you know. In the meantime, perhaps I can find something to keep you occupied."
"Perhaps." Andrea finished her thought for her as she leaned down and capture her lips once more.
