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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 Two
                    by  Ann Douglas

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	"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
natural.
	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 whore's 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 loose
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 laid
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 thrusted 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 laid 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 over 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 sheeplessly.
	"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 me
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 loosing her virginity was the most
natural thing in the work.  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 were 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 you were 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
families 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 were 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
trembled 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.


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