Deja Vu
by Ann Douglas
"Oh grandmother, I still can't believe it!" The young blonde
haired woman exclaimed as she gushed with excitement. "Two
days from now I'm going to be in Europe."
"Well its nothing that you don't deserve." The older woman
smiled back. "I'm very proud of you, and all that you've
accomplished."
"I don't think Mother would agree with you on that." Jenny
D'Angelo replied. "She thinks the entire trip is a colossal waste of
money."
"Your mother thinks everything is a waste of money." Connie
D'Angelo laughed. "And besides, it's my money that's paying for
this trip, so she doesn't have anything to complain about."
With that, Jenny joined in the laughter. She knew she really
shouldn't be enjoying a joke at her mother's expense, but she
couldn't help it. In many ways, Connie had always been closer to
her than her mother. Despite the 38 years separating them, they
were more like girlfriends than family.
The trip to Europe had been Connie's idea. She had been so
impressed when Jenny graduated from High School a year early
and then gained acceptance to an Ivy League College.
In addition to covering all the expenses for three months on
the continent, Connie was also buying Jenny a new wardrobe for
the trip. Between the two of them, they had two shopping bags
full. The rest of what they had bought would be delivered to
Connie's tomorrow. Knowing her daughter-in-law would have
something to say about all the new clothes, Connie had wisely put
her own address on the deliveries.
"It's still early, what say we head over to Kou-feng's for
lunch." Connie suggested.
"Great." Jenny responded. "But only if you let me treat you
this time."
"All right." was the reply.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
An hour and a half later, the two women had lunch behind
them and were headed down Main St. Along the way, both women
turned men's heads. An action that they both took so much for
granted that neither gave it much thought.
Jenny was 5'5", with long blonde hair that ran to the
midpoint of her back. Deeply tanned, she wore a pretty yellow
blouse and a short blue skirt. A firm set of breasts pressed
against the yellow material, highlighting a youthful, athletic figure.
She had been on the gymnastics team in school and all the hours
spent practicing were self-evident.
Standing a few inches taller than her granddaughter, Connie
long ago gave up trying to keep a slim figure. Instead she had
concentrating on keeping her body firm and hard. Extra pounds
she may have gained over the years, but very little of it was fat.
She worked out as much as she could, maintaining a form that most
women her age could only envy. Blessed with a more than full
figured bust when still in her teens, she couldn't defy the long
term effects of the laws of gravity. But no one said that she had
to submit to them without a fight. What gray that dared appeared
in her hair was banished by frequent trips to her hairdressers.
Connie wanted to put as much as she could into this last day
she would spent with her beloved granddaughter. She was really
going to miss Jenny, but glad she was able to give her the
opportunity to travel. She had considered going along with her,
but eventually rejected the idea. Better Jenny go with the other
girls from her school. It would be a better experience letting her
be on her own.
It had taken all her authority as the matriarch of the
D'Angelo family to get Jenny's parents to agree to the trip.
Stephen, her son, had been more than willing to let Jenny go. He
had a great deal of faith in his daughter, and knew that he could
trust her accordingly.
Stephen's wife Barbara, on the other hand, had been
opposed to the trip from day one. It was a waste of money she'd
said. A young girl couldn't be trusted out on her own. Why when
she was her age....
Connie remembered all too well what Barbara, or Babs as she
liked to be called then, was like at that age. She was a simple
minded blonde airhead that more than lived up to the stereotype.
She was, Connie believed, her son's one great mistake in his life.
Try as she could, Connie had been unable to keep him from being
swayed by a pretty face and a big set of boobs. Nothing that could
have come out of her mouth was going to carry more weight than
the things Babs was doing with her's.
So she had reluctantly watched when they married at 19. A
year later, she could almost forgive Babs for marrying her son
when she gave birth to Jenny. It turned out that Babs, now calling
herself Barbara once again, couldn't find the time among all her
social activities to give Jenny all the attention she deserved. Over
the last 17 years, Connie had been more than happy to fill the void.
"I've copied down all the places you told me to see." Jenny
said as they crossed the intersection. "Sometimes I wish you were
going with me."
"We've already gone over that." Connie said as she stepped
onto the curb. "You'll have a much better time with your friends."
She added, wondering if she really believed that.
"Maybe, but I wish......."
"Hey Jenny, Jenny D'Angelo!" Said a strong masculine voice
from the right of the two women.
Jenny turned around and saw the tall dark haired young man
who had called her. He stood about 6'1" and had short curly black
hair. The muscles of his chest and arms were highly defined and it
was obvious that he took exercise seriously. The blue T-shirt he
wore clung to him like a second skin. Legs as well developed as his
arms stretched out from a pair of red shorts.
"Hi Jenny." He repeated.
"Jack!" The girl exclaimed as she jumped forward and gave
him a sisterly hug. "When did you get back?"
"Last week, I'm staying at my mom's." Jack answered.
"It's so good to see you again." Jenny continued, her eyes
never leaving his face.
"You too," He replied. "I heard how you graduated a year
early. I knew you could do it."
"Thanks." Jenny beamed. "So what are you doing now?"
"Football scholarship at State." Jack answered. "But I still
need to work during the summer to cover some of the extras." He
added as he handed her one of the flyers he had been passing out.
A quiet cough from behind Jenny reminded her of her
grandmother's presence. Slightly red at her oversight, she turned
and introduced her.
"Grandmother, this is Jack Marziatto." She said. "Jack,
this my grandmother, Connie D'Angelo. Jenny continued turning
back to Jack.
"Jack and I both went to school together, he graduated last
year." She continued.
"That's something that your granddaughter deserves most
of the credit for." Jack interjected. "If not for her tutoring, I'd
have been in the fifth year of high school instead of the freshman
year at State.
"You passed the exams." Jenny laughed. "I just helped you
study."
"Marziatto, I used to know a Marziatto family a long time
ago." Connie said as she looked at the young man's face, a strange
look on her own. "They lived over on 10 St."
"That would've been my grandparents." Jack answered.
"They moved over to Bakersville in the early sixties. My parents
moved back here about ten years ago when I was 9."
"Come to think of it, I only remember the Marziatto's
having four daughters." Connie remarked. "How could you have the
same last name?"
"Well that's a little piece of the family skeleton." Jack
replied, the humor in his voice showing that he had no problem
dismissing the long ago scandal as anything but ancient history.
"Grandma got divorced after being married about five years. It
was such a messy divorced that she had both her son's names
legally changed to Marziatto."
"And your grandfather was?" Connie asked, a look of
anticipation on her face.
"Johnny Coravelli." He replied. "Why, did you know him
too?"
Connie's face now went pale, as all the blood seemed to drain
from it. She felt dizzy for a second and had to take a moment to
compose herself.
"Grandmother!" Jenny called out as she saw her stagger for
a moment.
"I'm OK," She lied. "Just felt dizzy for a moment. Getting
old can be a real bitch at times." She added with a laugh.
"I'm sorry, Jack." She said as she took a deep breath and
regained control of herself. "You were saying?"
"His name was Johnny Coravelli." He repeated. "In fact I
was named for him. My dad didn't share grandma's aversion to his
memory. Did you know him?"
"I'm sorry, but the name doesn't ring a bell." The older
woman said. "It was a very long time ago after all."
"I guess so." Jack said. "I'm sure if you'd known him you'd
remember. He was a musician. My dad told me he was quite a
character. Always getting into some kind of trouble or another. I
met him a few times a couple of years ago. That really set off
grandma. I can still hear her going on about what a good for
nothing he was. Then, when he got me a tattoo for my 16th
birthday, she really went through the roof."
"He got you a tattoo?" Jenny gasped.
"Just a little one." Jack said as he pushed up the left sleeve
of his shirt, revealing a small blue shark on his upper biceps. "He
had one just like it."
"He must've been quiet a character indeed." Connie
remarked as she stared at the tattoo, trying to sound
dispassionate.
"That he was. It's a pity he passed away last year. He was
only 57. The doctor said it was too many years of abusing his body
with one thing or another."
"Well its good to see that you don't take after him in that
respect." Connie noted, taking another long good look at the young
man.
"No, I try to take care of myself." He answered. "But
that's way too much about me." Jack concluded as he turned to
Jenny. "What about you, what have you been doing?"
Connie didn't seem to hear as Jenny told Jack all about her
impending trip to Europe and how she would be going away to
college in the fall. The older woman's attention was riveted on the
muscular young man. She seemed to be studying every feature of
his face, something she hadn't done in a long long time.
"I guess I've kept you much too long." Jack finally said.
With that, Connie finally snapped back to her surroundings.
"You must have a lot of things to do before your trip and
I've got to get back to handing these things out." He concluded as
he indicated the pile of flyers in his hand.
Connie took one of the flyers and glanced at it. It was an
advertisement for a small group of college boys, calling themselves,
Jocks Inc., who hired themselves out to do odd jobs over the
summer. She recognized the masthead, she had hired two of them
last year to paint the guest house. It was a good way for them to
raise money for school.
With a smile and a wave, Jenny said good-bye.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Soon they reached the parking lot where they had left
Connie's car. After storing the bags in the trunk, Connie slid
behind the wheel. No sooner had they pulled out into traffic when
Connie turned to her granddaughter.
"A really nice young man." She remarked. "Very good
looking too. Are you sure all you did was tutor him?"
"Well...we did go out a few times." Jenny admitted. "But
nothing really came of it."
"Did you sleep with him?" Connie asked nonchalantly.
"Grandmother!" Jenny shot back in a mixture of mock anger
and surprise.
It wasn't that Connie had asked if she had sexual relations
that surprised Jenny. It was that she had asked about if she had
done it with someone specific. Something she had never done
before.
After all, it had been Connie that she had come to last year
when she had decided that she was old enough to make that
decision on her own. Knowing that Barbara's attitude on the
subject was, "Well if she's going to do it, what can I do about it?"
Connie again took her mother's place.
She'd sat Jenny down and explained to her the pro and cons
of being sexually active. Of how she thought she had all the
answers when she was Jenny's age, when in reality she had been
very ignorant. It didn't take a mathematical genius to figure out
that Jenny's father had been born six months after the wedding.
That all said, she had made an appointment for her at one of the
best Gynecologists in town and had the doctor help her choose the
best form of birth control for her.
"Oh Jack and I made out all right." She finally replied,
enjoying the ease she could talk to her grandmother about
anything. "But in the end we decided that sleeping together
wouldn't be the right thing to do. I'm really not looking for just a
good fuck, I want there to be something more between us. Jack
was enough of a friend to understand that. I mean, I'm sure the
sex would've been great. But I want to be able to have something
else afterwards. Jack's the complete opposite. He just wants to
have a little fun, and not have to worry too much about tomorrow.
Once we got that worked out, we became great friends."
"I see." Was Connie's only reply.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
It had only been a week since Jenny had left for London and
already Connie missed her terribly. She had talked to her on the
phone a few hours ago and was overjoyed to know that she was
having a great time. Yet no sooner had the receiver dropped back
on the cradle than she was again filled with an emptiness.
"I should have never given up control of the restaurants."
Connie said out loud to herself as she turned off the television.
"At least that would've given me something to occupy my time."
Five years before, on her fiftieth birthday, Connie had
turned over the control of the three D'Angelo restaurants to her
children. In addition to Stephen, she had a second son named
Peter who was now 35. Her daughter Angela had just turned 31.
Aside from Jenny's mother, Connie was more than pleased
with her children's marriages. Each of her children had been given
a share in their own restaurant as well as operational control.
Connie of course retained majority control of D'Angelo
Enterprises.
Her's was still the final word. She owned that much to her
late husband. Vinnie had literally worked himself to death,
suffering a fatal heart attack when he was only 46. It was his
dream to see the single family restaurant that he'd inherited from
his own father grow into a chain. Connie had made sure that dream
had come true.
It was her distrust of Barbara that caused her to hold her
shares. Deep down, she believed that her daughter in law didn't
have the desire for hard work that running the restaurants
required. If she had any real control, she would quickly be pushing
the other's to sell out for a fast buck. Peter and Angela
understood that. When Connie died, her shares would skip a
generation and be split between the 7 grandchildren. She had
arranged for trust funds for all of them. Each would get their full
shares on their 21st birthday.
Connie loved all her grandchildren, but it was always Jenny
that occupied a special place in her heart. She was more like a
daughter than a granddaughter, a reflection of what Connie was
like when she was that young.
"When I was that young." Connie repeated to herself.
"When I was that young I definitely wasn't sitting around the
house feeling sorry for myself."
With that, she rose from the chair and went looking for her
address book. What she needed was a little companionship. Maybe
even a little roll in the sack. Connie had hardly been celibate in the
dozen years of her widowhood. She'd been actively pursued by a
number of men, even taken a few as lovers. But most lost interest
when they finally discovered that if marriage was a possibility, any
control of D'Angelo's wasn't.
Twice in the last ten years she'd even had one night stands
with younger men. Both times with the summer help that she hired
to fill in for her waiters when they went on vacation. The young
men never stayed long and no one ever knew. It gave her an ego
boost to know she could still satisfy a younger man.
In fact, during her first year of widowhood, Connie had even
had a brief lesbian fling with Maria Fortunato, one of her
neighbors. It was Maria who had initiated the affair and Connie
had been curious enough to let it develop. Most people thought it
was so nice for Maria, a widow in her own right, to spent so much
time with Connie during that difficult first year. No one ever
suspected what was really going on. When the traditional mourning
period finally ended, the men began to call once again and the
affair faded of its own accord. It had been an interesting
experience to say the least and had helped fill a temporary void in
her life.
Connie made a few calls, but had no luck. It was already
Friday night and most of them men she knew had already made
plans for the weekend. Those that she knew would be available
were available for good reason and she wasn't that desperate.
Putting the book back down, Connie picked up the light blue
advertisement sitting next to it on her desk. It was the flyer she
had been given by Jenny's friend. She remembered that she had
called them the other day to hire one of the boys to work on her
patio deck this weekend. Bill Ross or something like that, was the
boy they had told her would be coming. Just as well she stayed
home tonight.
"Maybe I should have just asked them to send me over a
young stud." Connie laughed to herself.
Her laugh filled the room for a few seconds, then silence
returned. The house once again seemed very empty.
"You are definitely getting to be a horny old lady, Connie
D'Angelo." Connie thought as she dropped the sheet onto the
table.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Late that night, long after dinner, Connie found herself
unable to sleep. Uneasy with the whole idea of sleeping pills, she
instead poured herself a glass of wine. Still, sleep would not come.
By the time she was on her second glass, she decided to do a little
of that cleaning out of the basement storage she had been doing
on and off for the last two months.
Connie carried a box of mementos up from the basement.
She hadn't looked at this old junk in almost 30 years. Yet lately
she had begun to feel nostalgic. Sipping her drink, she was
surprised that most of it was in such good condition. She had
Vinnie to thank for that. He figured that these things would mean
something to her someday and had been very careful in packing
them away. They were the memories of a young girl named Connie
Esposito, and of a time and place far away.
Shifting through the layers of the past, the dark haired
woman found a stack of old 45's. Removing the plastic wrap around
them, she smiled as she read off the labels. Frankie Lymon and the
Teenagers, Buddy Holly, Little Anthony and the Imperials, The
Monotones, Fats Domino, and of course Elvis.
A bright smile on her lips, Connie thought of those long ago
days when she and her girlfriends had visions of passion listening
to such hits as Peggy Sue, Book of Love, Blueberry Hill and Why
do fools fall in love?
"I haven't heard some of these in years." She said out loud.
"I wonder if they are still good?"
As she placed one of the small records on the entertainment
center's turntable, Connie wondered what her grandchildren and
their MTV oriented friends would think of this music? Placing the
needle on the first groove, she concluded that they would no doubt
view them in much the say way she had viewed her parent's big
band albums. Old fogey music!
As the sounds of her girlhood drifted across the room,
Connie went back to the storage container. Various books were
soon piled alongside the case, along with piles of snapshots.
Finally, at the bottom of the box, Connie found what she'd
been searching for. Remarkably preserved, it was a framed color
11 x 14 photograph. In it were four young men in blue jackets. It
was obvious that they were musicians from the instruments they
carried. Standing next to and in front of the quartet were three
young girls. The dark blue lettering on the drumhead read "Johnny
and the Bluecoats"
Focusing on each individual band member, Connie finally
stopped at the tall dark haired lad on the far right. He was
obviously the leader, you could tell that just from his bearing in
the photo. His name... was Johnny Coravelli. And except for his
greased back hair, he could've almost been his grandson's twin.
"Johnny, Johnny." Connie said to herself with a wide smile.
"You always were a hunk."
Dropping back into her heavily cushioned chair, Connie
reverently ran her fingers across the bottom of the wooden
frame. One by one, the names of the other band members filtered
through her mind. Vito Rossini, Dominic Laruso and Danny
Giordano. They were on the way up in those days, the early days
of Rock N' Roll. All they had needed was one lucky break. And for
a while it looked they might just get it.
Along with the guys were her two best girlfriends in the
whole world. Tina Marie Cerani and Jill Barusso. The third girl in
the photo, the one hanging on to Johnny was of course as familiar
as the closest mirror. Free of the lines of age and full of youthful
exuberance, the face was her own.
Connie chuckled as she looked at her younger self. Hair
pulled back into a pony tail, a tight blue sweater and a poodle skirt.
That outfit used to cause her mother to cross herself every time
she saw her in it.
Preoccupied with the photo, Connie didn't notice the record
had finished. Her thoughts were no longer here in this room.
Closing her eyes, Connie could hear the magical music of the
Bluecoats. She could see the crowds and feel the excitement of
being there on the verge of success. Most of all, she remembered
how wonderful it felt to have everyone know she was Johnny's girl.
Her mind began to drift further and further away as her
need for sleep and the wine took her back to days long gone. To
one special night in particular.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh Johnny." The young 16 year old moaned as she felt the
boy's hand slip under her blouse and cup her naked breast.
"Oh baby." Johnny replied as he ran his fingers across
Connie's nipples. "You feel so nice."
With practiced skill, the dark haired 19 year old undid the
buttons of the young girl's blouse. She could feel the excitement
in his voice. She knew tonight would be the night. Tonight she
would become a woman.
"Oh God, Connie!" Johnny exclaimed as he undid the last
button and her blouse fell away. Seconds later her bright white
bra had followed the blouse to the floor.
Much too the envy of most of the girls in her class, Connie
had begun developing early and had continued to develop after
most of them had stopped. The result was an impressive 36C bust.
She had let Johnny feel it before, but this was the first time he
had been able to fully appreciate it au naturel.
Johnny had been planning this night for weeks. His parents
was away for the night, having gone into the city to see that new
play "My Fair Lady". They had decided to stay overnight in a hotel
and he had the house to himself. It had taken a lot of sweet talk,
but tonight Connie was going to let him go all the way.
"Mmmm." Johnny moaned as he kissed Connie's soft
breasts.
Running his tongue across her nipples, Johnny reached down
and eased his free hand under the folds of her skirt and between
her legs.
Finding her panties wet brought an increased hardness to
his cock, already straining against his pants. Pushing aside the
moist material, Johnny slid his fingers inside her.
"Ow!" Connie cried out at the sudden painful intrusion.
"Easy!"
"Relax, I know what I'm doing." Johnny said as he rubbed
hard against her clit.
Connie bit down until the initial pain passed and finally began
to feel good. Not as good as when she did it herself though. A
fact which confused the girl. She had always heard that it was
supposed to be better when a boy did it. Yet no sooner had it
begun to really feel good when Johnny abruptly stopped.
Johnny took Connie's hand and placed it on the bulge in his
pants. She giggled as she felt his hardness. She rubbed it a little,
bringing a soft moan from Johnny. It was her way of giving her
assent without actually having to say it. It was a silly thing really,
but that was the code girls lived by.
Smiling, the dark haired boy broke their embrace for a
moment and undid his zipper, pulling his cock out of his pants.
Then he pulled off the pants and let them drop to the floor next
to the couch.
Connie looked in fascination at the now fully freed cock. It
was erect and pointed up and outward as if it had a life of its own.
She had seen it before of course, but that had always been in the
dim back seat of Johnny's old '52 Ford. This was the first chance
she had to see one up close and in the light. It was a lot different
than the ones she and her girlfriends had looked at during a sleep
over at Betty Anderson's house. Betty's father was a doctor and
she had borrowed some of his medical texts. Of course none of
them had been so erect!
Sitting back down next to her, Johnny put her hand back on
his cock. As she had done on so many nights, she closed her slim
fingers around it and began to pump it up and down. The result on
Johnny was immediate and pronounced. A look of pure satisfaction
filled his face, both from the effect of Connie's pumping motion
and the thought of the prize still to come.
"Ooooh Baby, that feels so nice." The singer said in his
special musical voice. "You make me feel so special."
The words of encouragement caused the girl to melt and
spurred her on. Doubling the speed of her hand job, she sent new
sparks shooting through her boyfriend. This felt so good to
Johnny that he temporarily lost sight of the night's objective.
Finally, the familiar sensation that usually accompanied the
climax of his own jerk off sessions brought him back to reality. He
had to force himself to ask her to slow down. If she kept going
like that, he would have shot his load in another minute or two.
Reluctantly, he guided her hand away from his still eager
cock. He had to give it a few minutes to let his body settle down.
"Let's catch our breath for a minute." He said as he took
the time to unbutton the rest of his own shirt and dump in on top
of his pants. He never wore undershirts and was now totally nude.
Connie figured she should get naked as well and began to undo the
clasp of her skirt.
"No, let me do that." Johnny interrupted as he replaced her
hands with his own.
As he leaned over to slide off her skirt, Connie saw for the
first time the small blue shark tattooed on his upper biceps.
"Johnny, you're a Shark?" She asked in excitement.
Johnny turned and looked at the emblem on his skin as if
suddenly remembering that he had it. He looked a little worried
for a moment and then seeing her reaction, smiled once again.
"Well, it was a while ago." He grinned. "But as they used to
say, once you're a member you're one to the grave."
Up until a year and a half before, The Sharks had been once
of the roughest street gangs in this part of the city. It wasn't
that unusual for members to either graduate to the big time, the
state pen or the city morgue. There had been a shooting involving
a cop and even the other local hoods had turned a blind eye as
most of the gang members were hunted down. Knowing that
Johnny had been part of that seemed to make Connie even more
excited.
Feeling very flush, Connie pulled up next to Johnny once
again and cupped his balls in her hand. The fire in her eyes was
plainly visible. Johnny knew this was his chance to put the stakes
even higher.
"Connie, baby," He asked in his most seductive tone. "Do you
really love me?"
"Oh course I do," She said as she leaned forward and gave
him a quick kiss. "What kind of silly question is that?" She
laughed. "Would I be here like this if I didn't?"
"Well, I was just wondering...." He said hesitantly. "Seeing
as we're gonna, ... well you know..."
Connie nodded her assent, but looked a little confused. She
had already decided that tonight was going to be the night and had
told him so. So what in the world was he talking about?
"What I mean is...well I was wondering that maybe you'd
want to try that other thing we talked about." He continued. "You
know, the thing with the mouth...."
The words had hardly come out of Johnny's mouth when
Connie jumped up off the sofa and away from him. She was clearly
angry and grabbed her pile of clothes on the floor.
"Johnny Coravelli, how could you even ask me to do such a
thing!" She yelled as she stepped away with her clothes now
bundled up in her arms. "If that's the kind of thing you really
want, then you can go looking for one of those whores down by the
docks!"
Both Connie and her girlfriends had agreed that putting a
man's cock in their mouth was the most disgusting thing that they
had ever heard of. Something that only the nastiest prostitutes
did. They'd no more consider doing it than their boyfriends would
think of putting their mouth between a girl's legs.
"Connie, honey, wait!" Johnny called out as he leapt off the
couch after her. "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away! Please
don't go!"
The words were coming out of his mouth as fast as he could
think of them. He wasn't really aware of what he was saying.
Anything to keep her from getting dressed and walking out that
door. With his hands on both her shoulders, he began to lightly
stroke her arms and pour on the charm.
"Why should I stay?" Connie asked him as she looked into his
bright blue eyes.
Johnny looked deep into her eyes as well. He could see the
combination of lust and anger reflected there. It was like a scale
perfectly balanced on the edge. His next words could cause her to
go either way. He had to say the right thing or lose her forever.
She was that angry.
"I'll tell you why..." He said after taking a deep breath.
"Because next month, the Bluecoats are going to get an audition
with RCA. And if they sign us, and I really think that they will.
Then we'll be on our way. Then it'll be you and me, right to the
top. 1956 is going to be our year."
"Oh Johnny!" Connie gushed as she dropped the pile of
clothes and threw her arms around his neck. She covered his face
with kisses and kept telling him how much she loved him and how
happy she was going to make him. How she was going to stand by
him every step of the way and when he won that first gold record
she would be standing right next to him.
Returning her kisses and playing with her breasts, Johnny
considered trying again to get her to try it with her mouth. He
wanted it so badly. She was so excited that she might change her
mind. But he finally decided to take what he was sure of getting.
If he got that recording contract like he was sure they would, then
there was no way she could refuse to try it then. If not, then
there were sure to be lots of other girls on the way to being a
star.
"I want you Connie," Johnny panted. "I want to love you, I
want to love you right now."
"Oh yes, Johnny." Connie babbled on. "I want to love you
too. I want to be with you forever, I want to be with you now!"
Johnny eased Connie to the floor, atop the soft pile of her
clothes. She suggested that they move to the bed to be more
comfortable, but he said that he didn't want to wait a moment
longer. Her panties were gone in a flash and he parted her legs.
Looking down, he got his own first good look at the small dark
triangle he had lusted after for so long.
Johnny could feel Connie tense up as he lay on top of her and
positioned his hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. He shifted
his weight and she eased up a little. Moving to the bed now seemed
a good idea but he couldn't stop now. The bed would be good
enough for a second try.
Connie grunted a small cry as he forced his cockhead
between the lips of her maidenhood. Despite her previous
lubrication, it still hurt as the membrane began to stretch.
"Don't you have to wear something?" Connie suddenly asked,
now immensely aware that however slightly, he was now inside her.
"So we don't make a baby."
"Don't worry about that," Johnny said reassuringly. "You
can't get pregnant the first time, didn't anyone ever tell you
that?"
Connie thought about it for a second. True, her mother
hadn't actually sat down with her and given her "The Talk", but she
and her girlfriends had talked about guys and sex a lot. She
remembered Tina Marie once saying that she had once heard that
too. Also that she should make sure she drank a lot of coca cola
the next morning. Something about it prevented babies too. After
all, Johnny wouldn't tell her that if it wasn't true. And even if
something did happen and she somehow did get pregnant, it wasn't
a problem. Johnny and her were in love. They'd just get married.
"Oh yeh, sure." She replied as she ran the name Mrs. Connie
Coravelli over and over in her head.
Another jolt of pain shot through her as Johnny push
forward a little harder. This time, Connie bit down on her lip. She
didn't want Johnny to think she didn't love him enough to do it.
The pain eased up as Johnny slid his cock back. Then ripped
through her like a hot iron as Johnny grabbed her ass and
thrust forward as hard as he could.
Connie yelled at the sudden pain as she felt her hymen rip.
Tears formed at the edge of her eyes, born both of pain and
happiness. Despite the hurt, which was already fading, she was
now a woman.
Freed from the barrier of her virginity, Johnny began to
pump in and out of the young woman as hard as he could. He put
such force into each thrust that he lifted her ass off the floor
each time. He could feel his heart racing like a jackhammer as his
breath began to come in shallow gasps.
"Oh God, you're so tight!" He yelled as he drove in her once
again.
Laying spread open on the floor, unsure what she should be
doing while Johnny pushed in and out of her, Connie couldn't help
but wish he had yelled out something more in the lines of how much
he loved her. She also felt that she should be doing something
other than just laying like a piece of meat for his satisfaction. But
no one had ever discussed that with her. She had assumed Johnny
would guide her, yet except as an object to satisfy his raging lust,
he now seemed almost oblivious to her presence.
Eventually, even as she just lay there, Johnny's persistent
thrusts began to feel pretty good. It had started as just a nice
feeling that had replaced the initial pain. Now it resembled a
rising tide that brought waves of delight washing over her body.
It resembled the feeling she got when she played with herself, yet
at the same time it was different. Still it was getting better with
each passing minute.
Suddenly, Johnny stopped and his body seemed to stiffen.
He uttered a loud groan and Connie felt a new sensation between
her legs, centered in her new womanhood. She really didn't know
how to describe it, but she was sure it had been the result of
Johnny's having climaxed.
A thought that was confirmed was Johnny slid out of her
and rolled onto his back. He wasn't even looking at her, just
staring up at the ceiling.
"That was so great." He said.
"That was it?" Connie asked herself. "That was the great
IT?"
The young girl, now a woman, felt a great sense of
disappointment. She couldn't believe it had been such a letdown.
It hadn't even been as good as when she masturbated.
"Maybe it's just because it was the first time." She said to
herself as she sat up. "That must be the reason why. It couldn't
always be like this."
"Oh what a mess." Connie said as she looked down and saw
Johnny's now limp cock covered with a mixture of cum and blood.
"What?" Johnny said as he too sat up. "Oh gross!'' He
exclaimed as he saw his blood smeared cock.
Grabbing the first thing he saw on the floor, Johnny began
wiping his cock clean. It only took a moment for Connie's bright
white panties to become a blood stained rag.
"Hey!" Connie cried out. "I need those."
But it was too late as Johnny wiped himself once again with
the only clear part.
"Sorry." He said sheepishly.
"Forget it." Connie replied, the tinge of disappointment still
in her voice. "I have another pair in my purse.
As she grabbed her bag and the pile of clothes off the floor
and headed for the bathroom, Connie was sure her mother never
considered this situation when she always told her to carry an
extra pair of panties in her purse in case her period came
unexpectedly.
By the time she had finished cleaning herself up in the
bathroom, Connie had reconciled herself to her rather uninspiring
first time. True, it had fallen far short of what she thought it
would be, but what was done was done. The important thing was
that she and Johnny were going to be together. And in just six
weeks he was going to have a recording contract and they would be
on their way.
"Johnny, would you be a dear and get my shoes and socks
over by the couch." She called out from the bathroom. Her voice
had a sort of instant maturity to it.
Johnny handed her the shoes and socks as she walked back
into the living room. He really hadn't cleaned up, he just pulled his
pants back on.
"Are we going out tomorrow night?" Connie asked as she
slipped on her shoes, trying so hard to act as if losing her
virginity was the most natural thing in the world. Something that
happened every day.
"I don't think so," Johnny said rather evasively. "There's
going to be a special about Rocky Marciano's retirement on
tomorrow night. All the guys are going to go over to Vito's house
to watch it. His family just got a television."
"That's ok," Connie said. "We can always go out later in the
week."
"I think we're going to have to play it by ear right now."
Johnny said with a forced smile. "I'm really going to have to spend
a lot of time with the band over the next couple of weeks. What
with the audition and all coming up. We want to be at our best,
right?"
"Sure, right." Connie replied cautiously.
For the first time, Connie now noticed the quirk in Johnny's
voice. Was something wrong? Had he found the experience as
disappointing as she had? Had there been something wrong with
her? Was there something she should've been doing to have made
it better? But he had said it was great. She was considering
asking him right out what was wrong but couldn't bring herself to
do it. It was silly she knew. After all, look at what they had just
shared, the most intimate thing a man and woman could share. How
could asking a simple what's wrong be so hard?
In her heart, she knew the answer. It was because she was
afraid of the answer.
Before she could steel herself to ask the question she knew
she should, the lights of a car pulling into the driveway flooded the
room. It was followed a few moments later by the beep beep of a
car horn.
"It's my brother picking me up." Connie stated. "I asked
him to when you told me your car would be in the shop. But he's
over an hour early."
"That's ok." Johnny said as he pulled his shirt back on. He
didn't want Connie's big brother to see him without it when he
walked her to the door. As athletic as Johnny was, big Jim
Esposito outweighed him by 60lbs and was a star halfback for
State. He didn't want to think about what that bruiser would do
to a guy who'd just fucked his 16 year old little sister.
"Hi Jim!" He called out as he and Connie stepped out the
door into the driveway.
"Hey there, Johnny!" Came the reply as he waved. "Looks
like I wasted the trip." He added as he pointed to the green Ford
in the end of the driveway.
Johnny's eyes followed Jim's pointed hand until they came
to his car just sitting there. He had forgotten that he'd told
Connie that his car was going into the shop. Nothing was wrong
with it, but he had figured saying there was would make sure they
spent the night at his house rather than going out.
"It turned out to be a quick fix." Johnny replied. "Looks like
I lucked out."
"Hey, if you want to take Connie home, I don't mind." Jim
offered.
"No, its ok, you're here and all." Johnny countered.
Connie looked at him in renewed disappointment. If he had
driven her home it would've given them a chance to talk. Now she
couldn't even do that.
"I'll give you a call as soon as I can, ok?" Johnny said to
Connie as he leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Ok, sure." Connie replied, now even more confused by his
platonic action. "And it better be soon," She thought to herself
because we definitely have to talk."
With that she ran to the car where her brother was waiting
with the door open. Connie stared at Johnny while Jim closed the
door behind her and walked over to the driver's side.
Watching Jim get into the car and put it in gear, Johnny
thought Connie might have found his goodnight kiss a little strange.
But there was no way he was going to let her suddenly throw her
arms around him and give him a lover's kiss. Not when that might
leave her big brother with exactly the right impression.
Looking out the back window as the image of Johnny
standing in the driveway faded in the distance, one thought
repeated over and over in Connie's mind. They were definitely
going to have to have a long long talk.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Oh Johnny." Connie murmured as she opened her eyes as
took in her surroundings in a half daze.
She realized that she had fallen asleep in her chair. The
morning light was already filtering in through the windows. It was
already Saturday morning.
Wiping the last of the sleep from her eyes, Connie looked
down at the picture in her lap. It had been a long time since she
had dreamed of that night.
"We never did get to have that talk, did we, Johnny?" She
said to the
image of her long lost love.
No, they never did.
Four weeks after that fateful night, Connie was devastated
when it was announced that Johnny had married Susan Marziatto.
She'd seen Sue hanging around the band at several performances.
They went to the same high school and were only five months apart
in age. Seen the way that flat chested hussy had looked at Johnny
and the other Bluecoats, like a lost puppy.
At the time, she couldn't understand how Johnny could've
done that to her. How could he have betrayed her love and
married such an unremarkable girl as Sue.
Six months later she had her answer with the birth of Mario
John Coravelli. Sue had been three months pregnant when they'd
been married. The birth of their son also closed the final chapter
for Johnny and the Bluecoats.
Johnny Coravelli had made many mistakes in his 19 years,
but none greater than knocking up the daughter of Jim "The
Banker" Marziatto. The local hood may have been forced to accept
Johnny into his family in order to preserve his daughter's honor,
but having his reluctant son in law continue as some god forsaken
Rock N' Roller was too much for the old Sicilian.
Within two weeks of the wedding, Johnny was informed that
he was now working for the family’s legitimate lumber business.
Given the option of several broken limbs or giving up his career,
Johnny had made the choice that kept all his body parts intact. It
had been made clear to the young man that now that little Sue had
a wedding certificate and a last name to go with the baby, a live
husband was no longer an important consideration.
Johnny's marriage had lasted less than two months after
they buried the old man in early 1960. By that time, Connie was
herself the mother of a sixteen month old son, having married
Vinnie D'Angelo in 1958. Like Susan Marziatto, she had raced the
stork to the altar.
Unlike the Marziatto's, The D'Angelo's had a happy
marriage that lasted 24 years. A life Connie wouldn't have traded
for a room full of gold records.
The chimes of the wall clock struck eight and Connie rose
from her chair. Time to start the day. Leaving her mementos where
they lay, she tied the sash of the bathrobe she had been wearing
the night before and headed for the kitchen. A quick breakfast of
coffee and muffins followed. Her daughter Angela had once
suggested that Connie should think about hiring a woman, someone
to do the cooking and housecleaning. But Connie had quickly put a
stop to the idea. She was far too independent and set in her ways.
After clearing the breakfast dishes, Connie headed for the
master bathroom for a quick shower. She was about to turn on the
water when she changed her mind. Her back hurt a little after
spending the night in that chair. A bath would feel better than a
shower. She had plenty of time, the guy from the agency wasn't
due until after lunch.
Five minutes later, Connie eased herself into the oversized
sunken tub that had been a birthday gift from Vinnie many years
ago. The heat of the water felt good as it penetrated her body.
The tub was wide and long enough that she could stretch her whole
body out.
After a few minutes of just soaking, Connie began to wash
with a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt good as it
splashed across Connie's breasts. She ran her soapy fingers across
her large mounds, playing with her nipples. As always, it felt good.
Connie slid the bar of soap down between her legs and began
rubbing the wet mound. Letting the yellow bar float free, she
slipped a finger inside herself, uttering a soft moan as she did. A
second finger followed, and then a third. Soon she was furiously
pumping them in and out. While the warm water and her fingers
caressed her love canal, her thumb played against her clit. Four
decades of familiarity with her own body bought her quickly to the
edge of bliss.
The 54 year old leaned back against the soft plastic cushion
built against the head of the tub, her eyes closed, lost in the
moment. Her thoughts again began drifted back to that warm
June night 39 years before. Of love lost and desire unfulfilled.
It wasn't long before Connie's body began to tremble as her
orgasm was upon her. Her mouth formed a silent O as her legs and
arms grew weak and repeated waves of delight rippled up and
down her naked form.
For long moments she just drifted there, even after her
bodyquake had ceased. She just listened to the twin sounds of her
heartbeat and the gentle flow of the water as it bounced off her.
Those first moments after an orgasm were meant to be relished.
As Connie had grown older and come into her sexual prime, she
discovered that her climaxes had become more and more intense.
Even now, years later, they still were.
Eventually, the water began to cool and Connie lifted herself
out of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and out of the
marble tub and onto the carpeted floor. She retrieved a large
batch towel from the wall bar and began to dry herself.
Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against her nipples.
Connie stopped for a moment and took a long look at herself in the
bathroom's full length mirror.
For a woman of 54, Connie D'Angelo had little to complain
about as far as her body was concerned. 5'7", she still weighed
pretty much the same as she did after Angela was born. Oh there
were certainly more wrinkles, but far fewer than she had seen on
other women of her age. Her large breasts sagged some but that
had to be expected. It wasn't like she expected to be a firm trim
teenager all her life. In fact, the extra pounds she had gained
over the years gave her a more full figured look that she actually
enjoyed. Her nipples were dark and attractive against her very
white skin, it had been many years since she had sunbathed
topless. Her stomach was reasonably trim with her weight
distributed pretty evenly around her body.
In fact, if someone had to guess her age by just looking, she
didn't think she was being too egotistical by thinking they would
say mid to late forties.
In fact, the only thing that the woman really disliked about
the image reflected back to her was the grayness of the small
triangle between her legs. Once, many years ago, she had let one
of the more discreet beauticians attempt to color that gray as
well. Her skin in that area had proved to be much too sensitive and
had produced a small but painful chemical burn. That had been the
end of that idea.
There had also been a time when she considered shaving it
off completely. Then that idea also flew out the window when she
saw a 50 year old at the spa who had done just that. Connie
decided it was the most ridiculous thing she had ever seen. A
grandmother looking as bare as a pre-teen girl. The final
compromise had been to just keep it as closely trimmed as she did
now.
Finishing drying herself off and taking care of her daily
toiletries, Connie walked into the bedroom, still stark naked. That
was one of the advantages of living alone, she didn't have to worry
about such things as false modesty.
The weather report had called for another warm day, rising
up to the mid 80's. From the warm breeze coming through the
large bay window, Connie figured they were being conservative in
their prediction.
Selecting a light sundress and laying it out on the bed,
Connie reached into her dresser for a clean bra and panties. The
panties were white and rather plain, but these days she selected
them for comfort rather than how they looked. Not that she
didn't have a few special pairs in the bottom draw that she saved
for special occasions.
Like the panties, her bra was designed more for function
than form. But surprisingly combined the best of both. When she
donned the light green dress and looked in the mirror, she had a
very ample view of the valley between her breasts.
"Might as well give young Mr. Ross a good view ." She
laughed.
A noise from outside the window drew her to it and she
looked down into the backyard. Standing there among a pile of
patio blocks and sand was a rather tall and tanned, muscular young
man. He was stripped to the waist and clad only in a pair of cut
offs and sneakers.
From the look of the patio, the boy must've come earlier
while Connie was in the bath had getting no reply to the bell, gone
right to work. She had to admire his dedication. The work looked
like it was almost finished.
"Well I'd better get down there." Connie thought.
She stopped by the kitchen, making a large ice tea. If that
young man had been working out there in the hot sun for any
amount of time, she was sure he'd appreciate it.
"Good morning!" She said as she stepped out the back door
onto the patio.
The dark and curly haired young man reacted to her voice
and turned. A wide smile filled his face. Taken aback by his
youthful sweat covered form, it took a second for Connie to realize
she knew the worker.
"Hi there, Mrs. D'Angelo." He said, his smile growing
broader.
"Jack?" She replied, surprised to see the face of Jack
Marziatto.
"I hope I didn't wake you with all the noise." Jack said.
"Ross got sick and asked me to take his place. I was glad for the
work. The only thing was that he forgot to tell me what time he
was supposed to come by."
Connie didn't hear a word he said. She was too busy looking
him over from head to toe. It was almost like Johnny had come
back to life new, and improved.
"So I took a chance and came by about nine. When I got no
answer, I figured you might be sleeping in. So I started work and
tried to keep it as quiet as possible."
Jack stopped when he realized that Mrs. D'Angelo was
staring at him. He wondered if she was angry because he had
started the work without talking to her first.
"Mrs. D'Angelo?" He asked.
"Oh, sorry." Connie replied, snapping out of her fog. "You
were saying?"
"I said I hope I didn't wake you."
"Oh no, of course not." She said, her face genuinely
beaming. "I admire a young man who gets right in there and gets
the job done. And from what I can see, you're just about done
already."
"About another hour or so." Jack answered. "I was just
about to take a little breather."
"Oh, this is for you." Connie said, finally remembering the
ice tea in her hand. "When I saw you out here working, I thought
you could use it. Unless you'd like a beer or something?"
"No, ice tea is fine." Jack said as he took the glass. "Thank
you."
Connie watched in fascination as he drained the tall glass in
one continuous gulp. A small drop of tea splashed across his chin.
She watched enthralled as it slid down his neck and continued
across his well developed pecs.
"That was good, Mrs. D'Angelo" The athlete said as he
drained the last drops and handed back the glass. "Thank you
again."
"It was the least I could do." Connie replied. "Tell you what,
since you're probably going to be here about lunch time, why don't
I fix us both a little something. That is if you don't mind eating
with an old lady?"
"That'd be fine." He replied as he held the shoved in his
hand. "And I'd hardly consider you old. In fact, when Jenny
introduced you last week I was really surprised that you were her
grandmother."
"Oh really," Connie laughed. "Let me guess. You thought we
were sisters, just like that old TV commercial."
"Well, no." Johnny answered. "Actually I thought you
might've been her mother. The way the two of you had been
chatting and all. You definitely don't fit the image what most
people think of as a grandmother."
"I'll think you're a talented liar," She retorted. "But I'll
take that as a compliment just as well."
Connie grinned, showing that she hadn't been serious about
him being a liar. True be told, she was very flattered. She had
been only 38 when Jenny had been born, she could've been her
mother. In many ways, she had been.
"Well let me let you get back to work." Connie concluded and
headed back into the house.
Jack had watched her walk back across the patio to the
kitchen. Thankfully, she hadn't noticed him checking out her tits.
The college boy had always had a fascination with large breasts
and the fact that this pair belonged to a woman a great deal older
than him really didn't make a lot of difference.
Most of the guys back at the Gamma Tau Ceti fraternity
wouldn't thought there was something really weird about that.
After all, who'd want to look at some old lady when there were all
those 18 and 19 year old coeds bouncing around. There was a time
that Jack would've agreed with them. But that was before he'd
had a short affair with the landlady of the house he stayed in
before he pledged Gamma Tau.
Except for an impressive chest, she wasn't really a whole lot
to look at. Just a rather ordinary looking, divorced, 41 year old.
Jack couldn't even remember how it really started. They were
just talking one night and one thing led to another. At first, they
both were embarrassed to have wound up in bed with each other.
That soon faded. She had taught him things that none of those
coeds would learn for many years. Stripped of all the stupid mind
games, it'd been the most incredible sex he'd ever had. So good in
fact, that he was a little reluctant to move out and into the frat
house. But she had insisted. What they'd had been great, but it
was only a transitory thing. He had to move on.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
By noon, the temperature had risen to 92. Connie had
replaced the light sundress with a once piece bathing suit. After
lunch she planned to take a cold dip in the pool.
Carrying a tray of finger sandwiches and cold drinks, Connie
once more walked outside. Jack was just packing away the last of
his tools. He was dirty and sweaty, a condition the older woman
found very erotic.
"You look like you could use a shower?" Connie said as she
placed the tray on the wooden picnic table. Stepping under the
shade of the wide yellow umbrella caused the temperature to drop
a few degrees.
"I'd hate to track all this mess into your house." Jack
replied as he stepped up and picked up one of the small bite sized
snacks.
"Oh you don't have to worry about that." Connie answered
as she also nibbled at a sandwich. "There's an outdoor shower
over there by the pool shed. You can wash up there."
"That's perfect, Mrs. D'Angelo." He said as the last morsel
disappeared into his mouth. "If you'll excuse me, I'll wash this
muck off before I get it all over your clean chairs."
"Certainly, but if we're going to have lunch together, I insist
you call me Connie. Mrs. D'Angelo sounds so old."
"Ok, Connie it is." Jack smiled. The same devil may care
smile she had seen in her dreams. "I'll be right back."
Connie tried to not be too obvious as she stole glances in the
direction of the pool shed. The small wall around the showerhead
only covered the area just below shoulder level down to your knees.
She wished she had the nerve to stroll over there for some reason
and take a peek. Watching Jack toss his dirty shorts over the
wall, Connie felt a warm flush.
Five minutes later, Jack stepped out of the shower, clean
and fresh. As he walked back to the table, drying his hair with a
towel, Connie was surprised that he now wore a pair of red
swimming trunks.
"I hope you don't mind my borrowing these." He said
indicating the shorts. "They were just hanging back there. The fit
is a little snug but they're a lot more clean that the pair I came
with."
"Not at all." Connie replied. "They must've been left over
from the pool party Jenny had before she left. If no one's
claimed them by now, they're yours. You look good in them."
The reason being, Connie thought to herself, that they were
such a snug fit that they very clearly outlined his hidden assets.
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.
"Were 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'd
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 an 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 losing 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.
Lying 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 lie 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 its 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 not
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."
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1996
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