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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are
both appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions
are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it
makes it easier for me to get your reaction.   One
 thing I do ask is that you now include your first
name and age in  your comments.  It gives me a
better idea who my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy
the story.

	   -DEJA VU-
                 Part Three
                    by  Ann Douglas

	
	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 your 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
their 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, their your's. 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.
	"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.




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