Deja Vu (3/3) - MF 
	   -DEJA VU-
	
	The two chatted for the next thirty or so
minutes.  They talked about college and Jack's plans
beyond it.  He was a business communications
major, but he also had a strong interest in music.  In
fact, he even had a band back at school.  It had
started out as something to do on weekends. Then it
had gown into a passion.
	"What kind of music do you perform?
Connie asked as she finished off her Long Island Ice
Tea. 	 
	"Well you might find this a little strange, but
I've got a real love for '50's and very early 60's
music."   Jack said, the intensity in his eyes lighting
up as he spoke about something he really cared
about. "All that really great music that got pushed
aside by the British Invasion in '63."
	"Is there really an interest in that old stuff?" 
Connie asked, genuinely interested. "I would think
that it only appealed to old fogies like myself."
	"No, I mean yes, there's always been some
interest."  Jack said.  "Its funny but of the big hits of
the last ten years, most are already forgotten. But
some of the hits from 30-40 years ago still draw an
audience."
	"That's really interesting."  She said. "Are
you any good?"
	"Well, we've always played to sell out
crowds. In fact, if it wasn't for my parents insisting
that I come home for the summer, I was thinking of
taking the band on tour."
	"That would seem a better way of making
money for school, a lot more fun that swinging a
shovel."  Connie said.
	"Definitely, but grandma still controls most
of the money and she didn't like the idea of me
playing in a band.  She says all musicians were
useless good for nothings that would never amount
to anything." 
	"Didn't you say that your grandfather had
been a musician?" Connie asked.
	"Actually, he was the leader of a  group back
in the mid-50's.  From what my dad says, they really
had a chance to make it big. They even played on
the same stage once with Little Richard."
	"What happened to them?"  Connie asked,
very curious as to what the answer would be.
	"For some reason he just gave it up right
after he married my grandmother.  My dad never
knew why.  And it was pointless to ask grandma,
she couldn't say his name without cursing."  Jack
answered. "They were supposed to make a demo for
RCA just before he up and quit.  I wish they had, I'd
have loved to hear them. They were supposed to be
really great."
	"They were..."  Connie said without thinking.
	"What...?"  Jack asked as she looked up.
	"I mean., I'm sure they were."  She corrected
herself.
	"Where you into music when you were that
age?"  Jack asked.
	"Oh yes, my girlfriends and I used to go to
see all the local groups." 
	"Then maybe you heard them?"  Jack said,
hopefully that she would say yes and could tell him
about the music. "Johnny and the Bluecoats."
	Connie hesitated for a moment. She was torn
between the truth and her interest in this young man. 
An interest the truth would make all but impossible.
	"No,...."  She said hesitantly.  "I'm afraid I
can't recall a group by that name."
	"Oh well."  Jack said, disappointment in his
voice. "It was a real outside chance at best."
	Connie felt like a real shit.  Especially since
among the things that had been in that box she'd
opened last night had been a large reel to reel tape of
one of the Bluecoats practice sessions.  She's used
her father's tape recorder to record it.  If Vinnie had
preserved it as well as everything else, and there was
no reason to think he hadn't, then it was still good. 
Silently, she promised herself that no matter what
happened, she would have the tape delivered
anonymously to Jack before the week was out. As
soon as she could think of a good cover story to go
with it.     
		
	"I was going to take a little dip in the pool." 
Connie said, changing the subject.  "As long as you
have the trunks on, why don't you join me.  Unless
of course you have something else to do?"
	"No, not really."  Jack answered.  "Hot as it
is, the pool sounds great."
	
	Twenty minutes passed as they splashed
water at each other and swam the length of the
Olympic pool.  The ease with which they joked back
and forth made the vast age difference between them
fade as easily as the water splattered onto the hot
patio deck.
	Connie had just leapt up as high as she could
in order to splash him once again when she lost her
balance as her foot slipped on the pool floor.
	Jack quickly grabbed her to keep her from
going under.  Reacting instinctively, he simply
grabbed what would give him the best grip on her. 
Which in this case, since he was behind her, had
been her oversized breasts. 
	When he failed to remove his hands right
away after Connie had regained her balance, she
turned her head around and said.
	"I guess I should take this as another
compliment?"
	Jack didn't understand at first, then realized
that his hands were still spread out over her cloth
covered nipples. He had to admit it felt good.
Reluctantly, he was about to remove his hands and
make a joke about taking too long when Connie's
right hand covered his and held it in place.
	A sudden sensation beneath the water cause
him to slightly jump as Connie's left hand closed on
the bulge in his too tight trunks.  She smiled as she
found it rock hard.
	"Definitely a compliment."  She purred.
	For once in his life, Jack was speechless.
	"Well, as I see it, we can look at this two
ways."  Connie said.  "Just chalk it up to an accident
and a natural male response to it, or ...  we can take
it as the indication of a mutual interest and perhaps
do something about it."    
	Jack's head was swirling.  He still didn't
know what to say.  Yet at the same time, he made
no move to disengage himself.
	"Perhaps you need just a little more
encouragement to help you make up your mind." 
Connie said as she spun around in his arms and
stood face to face.  
	Jack's back was now up against the wall of
the pool and there was no place for him to go unless
he pushed her out of the way.  The uncertain young
man  watched in fascination as she reached up and
pulled down the straps of her swimsuit, letting  her
prodigious mammaries float free.  
	Jack's mouth dropped opened and his eyes
blazed with  hunger as he looked down at the large
dark aureole and the thick nipples that protruded
from the centers. With a broad grin, Connie  brought
his hands to their previous position,  inviting him to
feel them without the barrier of the swimsuit.
	Connie's smile grew to her most radiant as
Jack accepted the invitation and began to caress her
nipples.  She pulled him close and kissed him on the
lips.  Full of desire, it was definitely not the sort of
kiss you expected from someone's grandmother.
	
	"Well...that was nice."  Connie said as she
broke the kiss and floated in Jack's powerful arms.
"Would you like to do it right here, or would you
rather carry this inside."
	Jack looked up and around the large yard. A
barrier of trees and high shrubs hit them from prying
eyes but he really didn't feel comfortable out in the
open. And contrary to his earlier performance, he
really wasn't that great a swimmer.
	"Inside if that's ok."  He replied.
	"Of course."  Connie grinned as she pulled
her suit top back up and climbed out of the pool.
Jack followed right behind her.  
	Stepping into the house, Jack felt a sudden
chill as he entered the air conditioned environment. 
Connie felt his hand shake and pulled his body closer
to hers.
	"Don't worry lover, I'll warm you up soon
enough." She said as she kissed him once more, this
time quickly and softly.
	As they passed through the living room on
the way to her bedroom, Connie saw the open box
of mementos from the night before. She was seized
by a sudden inspiration.
	"Let's do it here."  She said.  "On the floor."
	By this time, Jack was willing to go along
with just about anything Connie suggested.  She had
taken total control of the situation.  Surprisingly,
Jack discovered that he kind of liked it that way. In
fact, it turned him on.
	
	Connie stepped back from the eager young
man and again undid the straps of her swimsuit.
Once more her breasts fell free.  She took each in
hand and vigorously massaged them, bringing her
nipples to an even greater hardness.  Lifting her right
breast as high as she could, she reached out with her
tongue and caressed her soft flesh.  Then she took
the entire nipple into her mouth.  After sucking on it
for a few moments, she repeated the exhibition with
her other breast.
	"Would you like to try?"  She asked
seductively.
	Jack barely stammered out a yes.  He was far
from being a virgin, but  felt more nervous than
when he had been.
	Jack leaned forward and accepted Connie's
offering.  He buried his face deep in the valley of her
bosom, kissing each in turn. Then, inch by inch, he
worked his way to her stiff rosebud, taking it deep in
his mouth.
	Connie sighed as his mouth and tongue
worked their magic, first on one breast then the
other. She had known by the way he had looked at
her that he was a breast lover, but never expected
the dexterity that Jack now demonstrated. Either
he'd had a great deal of practice, or one of his lovers
had been one hell of a teacher.
	The sudden thought that Jenny might've been
one of his instructors sent a new excitement through
her.  Certainly her granddaughter was well endowed
enough, the one good thing she had inherited from
her mother.  Being excited by the idea that she and
Jenny had both been pleasured by the same man
might be a little perverse, but Connie didn't care. 
She wondered what Jack would think if he knew
that he was charting a course that his grandfather
had followed almost forty years before. And doing a
much better job of it as well.
	Rubbing her hand against the front of his still
wet trunks, Connie could feel the full  length and
hardness  of his manhood. Letting him continue to
play with her breasts, Connie slid her hand beneath
the elastic strap and stroked his bare skin. An action
that caused him to suck even harder. 
	Her other hand followed and she cupped his
balls as well, putting a soft pleasurable pressure at
the base of his cock. A loud moan issued from his
lips at her touch.
	Connie released her grip and slid her soft
hand to the sides of the suit and pulled it downward.
Once free of his prominence, she released the trunks
and they dropped to the floor.  
	Her own suit followed a few moments later,
now both were totally nude.  They took a long look
at each other's bodies and each in their own way
found something to appreciate.
	Connie then dropped to her knees and took
him quickly into her mouth. It'd been a long time
since she had taken a man this way, and a even
longer time since it had been a man this young and
vital.  She really loved the feel of a hard cock in her
mouth, and the wonderful taste that came from
within it.  It was hard to imagine that there was once
a time when she'd thought the act disgusting.
	Jack reacted like any man, quickly loosing
himself in the soft velvet of her throat.  He sighed as
her tongue ran down the reach of his shaft and then
swirled around his balls. Connie once more engulfed
his cock, letting it fill her again and again.   
	She could feel the heat in his balls. A fire that
would soon erupt and spill forth in response to her
tender motions. A small measure of pre-cum
appeared at the tip, a measure that quickly
disappeared with an artful flick of her tongue.   
	"Oh God...Oh God!.." Jack gasped as he
tried to hold back the explosion that he felt starting. 
But whatever control he might have had, it was
useless against decades of practice.
	As soon as Connie felt the first delightful
burst of hot cream fill her mouth, she pulled her
head back and led his cock slide free.  Giving up the
feast that now erupted took all of her will power.
	Instead, she tightened her grip on his
member and directed it downward, furiously
pumping it as hard as she could. The result was that
all of his seed splattered across her breasts.  She
continued to jerk him off until his drained organ
began to go soft in her hand.  The look of joy on his
face as he looked down on her cum splattered boobs
made her sacrifice worthwhile.  
	Releasing her grip, she ran two of her
already cum tinged fingers across her breasts,
coating them in the white milky fluid.  Then she
brought them up to her lips and ran her tongue up
and down their length, scooping the liquid into her
mouth.  Connie spread the seed across her mouth
with her tongue, savoring her prize.  One by one,
each finger then slid between her soft lips and was
sucked clean.  Finally, she ran her probing tongue
along the edge of her mouth, catching any remaining
drops.
	"Mmmm, that was tasty."  She purred in her
sexiest voice.  
	Inside, she felt incredibly sexy.  It had been a
long time since she had acted the slut and she found
that she missed the feeling.  
	"Oh God, Connie."  Jack exclaimed,
regaining his voice. "That was so fucking incredible. 
No one has ever done it to me like that."
	"Not even Jenny?"  Connie asked, feeling
very very wicked.
	"She told you?"  Jack asked unbelievingly.
	"No, but you just did."  Connie laughed.
	The look on his face told her that she had
been right in guessing that Jenny's definition of
making out stretched all the way to oral sex. She
now wondered if that practice had been
reciprocated.
	"Looks like your little friend already wants
to go another round."  Connie quipped as she gently
stroked his already hardening cock.
	"Yeh."  Jack responded, happy to hear that
there was more to come.
	"Lets see how constructively we can use the
time it takes for you to, how shall we say it,
recharge your batteries."  Connie laughed.
	Laying back on the floor, the older woman
spread her legs and then the lips of her womanhood. 
Jack had no illusion about what she wanted.  Going
down on a woman wasn't something he really liked,
but if there was anything he had learned from his
brief time with his landlady was that there was
nothing a woman appreciated more.  
	His tongue quickly found its mark, sliding
deep within her sugar walls.  He was afraid that the
cunt of a woman as old as Connie would have a real
nasty taste to it.  He remembered Mrs. Wilson as
being quit a bit more pungent than the college girls
he had tried it with. Yet, while Connie certainly
wasn't as sweet as the coeds, she still had a quite
pleasing taste. He concluded that it was all a matter
of hygiene.   
	Now it was Connie's turn to moan.  Jack's
technique as a pussy licker left a lot to be desired,
but it was still enough to get the job done.  What the
young man lacked in talent was made up for with
enthusiasm.  It wasn't long before she was well
lubricated, a condition that also applied to both his
mouth and tongue.  
	Connie let herself just lay there and enjoy his
soft and wet touch for a little while longer.  She held
him by the back of his head, guiding him to the most
sensitive areas.  He was improving as he went, that
much she could tell.  Eventually, he might even be
able to make a woman climax this way. But not
today.  Today she wanted to climax with him inside
her.
	After twenty minutes between her legs, Jack
felt Connie pulling him upward.  He followed her
guidance and was soon face to face with her,
hovering in a push up position. Connie pulled him
down slightly and kissed him.  A soft kiss at first,
followed by another, this one much harder.  
	On the third kiss, Jack felt her tongue invade
his mouth.  He met it with his own, and for a few
minutes the soft, wet appendages slid from mouth to
mouth.  Traces of each other's juices coated each
tongue and mixed again and again.
	As they played dueling tongues, Connie had
reached down and taken hold of Jack's now once
again fully erect manhood.  She glided her fingers up
and down it until finally she was satisfied with it's
hardness.  Now they both were ready.     
	"I want you inside me..."  She said as she
broke the last kiss, immediately giving him another
much shorter one. "I want you to FUCK ME!"
	The last words were not simply a request,
they were a command.  A command that Jack was
more than willing to obey.  Try as he could, he
couldn't remember that last time he had been so hot
for a woman. If Jenny or any other girl he had
known were to walk in right now start naked and
offer to take Connie's place, he would turn them
down.  This was the woman he had dreamed about. 
The woman who would take him to a height that
others had only offered him short glimpses of.   
Never mind that the woman was old enough to be
his grandmother. He couldn't know that in a slightly
different reality, she could've been just that.  Yet at
this point, not even that might've mattered to him.
	Connie helped guide him into her, not that he
needed it.  She let out a small gasp as she felt his
cockhead push aside the outer walls of her pussy. 
Jack echoed the soft moans as he felt those walls
wrap around his hard flesh.  It may not have been a
tight fit, but it was most definitely a comfortable
one.
	Because she was much looser than most of
his previous lovers, Connie was able to take Jack's
full length without any effort or discomfort.  She
lifted her ass off the floor as she pushed forward and
seemed to pull him even deeper.  Already he had slid
in and out of her a dozen times, sending oscillating
waves of pleasure radiating outward from her sexual
core. Waves that became more frequent and
intensive with each additional thrust.
	It wasn't long before the two were matched
in a perfect rhythm.  Each thrust being met by that
of the other. Tiny droplets of sweat covered the
warm flesh of each of them as they lost themselves
more and more in their sexual joining.  Eventually,
they weren't even aware of the rapid beating of their
hearts or the short shallow breaths that accompanied
it. 
	The room that surrounded them became a
blur, no longer part of their existence.  For a brief
moment in time, they had  transcended their place in
reality.  In  Jack's case, it was a twinkling of
understanding, a total abandonment of his body and
soul to another being. He had never given so much
of himself to make another happy.
	In Connie's case, it took the form of a
journey to a distance place and time.  A place that
existed only in memory.  Her eyes fixed on the small
blue shark painted on the man atop and within her. 
it became the focal point of her mind.  
	She felt the weight of years lift from her
body like a soft breeze.  The music of long ago
echoed though her mind and without knowing how,
she was 16 again.  If she could tear her eyes away
from the small tattoo, she knew she would see the
world of her youth around her.
	But she wouldn't dare look, wouldn't take
the chance that this moment, this second chance to
make it right would be lost. 
	 Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled
him deeper inside her. Every stroke of his body was
met with an even more frenzied thrust of her own. 
She couldn't catch her breath, couldn't even tell if
her heart was still beating.  Yet still she drove on
and on.  If this was to be the last moment of her life,
she wanted it to be the moment that she should've
had so long ago. 
	Connie wasn't even aware that she had
screamed, only that her body was quaking with
abandon and her mind was filled with a blinding all
encompassing light.  If this was the end, so be it.
	There were no words to describe what she
felt as past and present collided, ripping her body
apart from deep within.  It was like she was floating,
every nerve of her body alive with euphoric joy. 
The 54 years of her life were but a prelude to this
one brief perfect moment.	
	Then, abruptly, the light faded to black and
she felt herself slipping away.  Her skin was
suddenly cold and she felt all the years of her life
flashing by.  
	
	
	"Mrs. D'Angelo, can you hear me?"  Said the
voice in the darkness.  "Connie, can you hear me?"
	"Who....?"  She asked as she tried to focus.
	"Oh God, I though you'd had some sort of
seizure."  Said the voice which she now recognized
as familiar. "I was about to call the paramedics."
	"I'm all right, just a little tired."  She said, not
being able to recall the last time she had felt so
drained.
	"Just relax, give yourself time to catch your
breath."
	"Oh that was so good."  She said as if she
hadn't heard the young man. "I always dreamed that
was the way it should've been."
	Jack looked down at the woman, her eyes
still tightly closed.  He wondered if maybe he should
call the paramedics after all. Hopefully they wouldn't
ask to many questions about why she was naked and
covered with the aftermath of sex.
	"I always knew you'd be the one to bring me
there, I always knew that if we had the chance we
could make it right."  She continued.
	Satisfied that she was now breathing
normally, if still now making sense, Jack decided to
hold on calling the medics. He was even more
relieved when she opened her eyes and looked up at
him, a broad smile on her face.
	"Oh Johnny, that was so incredible."  She
said as she reached up and gently stroked his face.
	"Jack, my name is Jack."  He corrected her.
	"I think Johnny suits you better."  She said as
she sat up.
	Jack watched as the naked woman walked
over to the table and picked up a wooden picture
frame.  He looked down at it as she handed it to
him. He was astonished to find his own face looking
back at him.
	"We need to have a long talk,"  She said.
"About the past, and the future.  And about that
band that you formed and your dreams."
	Jack looked up from the photo and into the
eyes of the woman before him.  The eyes now
belonged to a much younger woman.  
	"I think that maybe the world should have a
chance to hear Johnny and the Bluecoats after all."
Connie said. "Every dream should have a second
chance to come true." She continued, a bright
twinkle in her eyes.  "Even if it takes a few
generations to do it."