I wanted to thank Moon_Dancer69 for editing my story and his encouragement to submit it. I also want to dedicate this story to my best friend, Roxann who was the inspiration for the story. I hope all of you enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
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Lately, some strange things have been happening to me. I don't know what it is, but I feel a presence of some sort with me when I sleep. What is even crazier, the presence feels familiar. Let me back up a little.
I love classic rock. I love the rhythms, I love the lyrics, and definitely the guitar solos. One band that absolutely speaks to me since I was young is REO Speedwagon. Their songs are beautifully written and full of love and good old-fashioned rock and roll. But the main reason for my love of REO is one man...Gary Dean Richrath! The man was a rock god and was effortless in the way he made that guitar sing with every note he played. But that wasn't the only reason I was drawn to him. He was also drop-dead gorgeous! He had beautiful brown curls on top of his head, stunning hazel eyes, luscious juicy lips and a body to die for! He has always been and will always be my dream man.
I loved the man so much that at times, I can't go to bed without hearing him play for me. His music haunts me, his eyes hypnotize me, and his lips entice me. Sometimes when I play certain songs, I can almost feel his presence, especially at night when I'm in bed, listening to a song called "
Lightning
". When he plays that song, it's like it transports me to somewhere I can feel him so close I can almost touch him. Lately, I have been compelled to play that beautiful song right before going to bed. This is about the time those weird things that I mentioned before started happening.
One night when I was lying in bed, I became restless and couldn't understand why. I tossed and turned for a while until, for some odd reason, something compelled me to get up and grab my phone and turn on my music app. When I opened the app, I had this urge to go to my REO Speedwagon playlist and select the song
Lightning
. As soon as I started playing that song, something began to calm me, and I got back in bed and fell asleep.
Even though I was asleep, I felt a presence in the room with me. It was like someone was watching me, but I wasn't troubled by it. I was more at peace than anything knowing that this presence, whatever it was, was there. This was comforting, at first, then began getting a little more intimate.
A couple of nights after the first contact, I got the same restless feeling and turned on my music app, but when I did, the song
Lightning
came right up. I thought it a little strange, but cool. I got in bed, got comfortable and fell right to sleep. Even though at first it felt the same, something was definitely different.
As I was sleeping, something slightly stirred my sleep. I could've sworn that someone was kissing my forehead and holding me. I even snuggled into this person's arms. It felt like they were supposed to be there, but I knew I was alone, so I woke up. There was only me in the room, but I still felt like someone was there somewhere. It bothered me at first, but after a while, I started feeling like this person or spirit or whatever it was, was meant to be there, I couldn't explain why.
The next night, things got even more interesting. After putting my music app on as always, I got in bed and fell quickly to sleep with the sound of that beautiful song
Lightning
serenading me. I had been asleep for a while when I heard a gentle guitar playing in the corner of my bedroom. I thought I was still dreaming so I tried to go back to sleep.
The music continued waking me up slowly. I turned towards the music and saw a shirtless man barefoot, wearing only a pair of navy-blue pajama pants. He was playing an acoustic guitar and smiling while he played. I knew that smile... I knew those hazel eyes, and I definitely recognized his gorgeous body. It was Gary Richrath, my Gary.
I started rubbing my eyes feeling like I was seeing things that were not there, but with just a few words, he confirmed his existence, "Angel, you know who I am".
As soon as he said that I breathed his name, "Gary". He smiled that killer smile, put the guitar down and started walking towards me. He made it to the bed and gently sat next to me.
He leaned in slowly and said, "It's me, Angel. I'm here for you", and with that, he turned and kissed me on the forehead. I closed my eyes as his lips gently touched my skin.
When I opened my eyes, he was gone. It almost broke my heart, but then I thought, "it was probably just a dream, anyway" so I laid back down and fell back to sleep.
I woke up the next morning feeling like something significant happened to me last night. I know I should still be reeling from the events of the night before, and I was, but I also found myself looking forward to seeing what happens later at bedtime. I'm not sure why this is happening, but I wanted to know what happens next. I was so distracted about Gary's visits that I felt like a zombie walking around just going through the motions of the day trying to keep my thoughts off of him.
Finally, when it was time to go home, I started getting a little nervous about how he was gonna come to me this time. What will he do? Will he be half-naked or fully clothed? Will he appear to me slowly or will he come out and surprise me? The anticipation was killing me, so I decided to be a little bold; I called out to him, dared him, even. I wanted to see him.
So, after dinner, once I cleaned up and everything, I went in my bedroom, sat on the bed, took a deep breath and said to anyone listening "Gary, please come to me. I want to know why you're visiting me". I sat there waiting for a response for what seemed like hours and nothing happened. This deeply saddened me because just the night before he said he was here for me, yet when I called for him, he was not there.
I started to feel a little defeated at that point. I slightly berated myself for being silly enough to think he would show up if I asked, so I decided to take a long shower and go to bed early. Maybe it was a dream after all?
After my shower, I changed into my Gary tank top and a pair of sleep shorts and got ready to go to bed. This time however, I didn't feel compelled to turn on my music. I guess my disappointment was so prominent that I just wasn't interested in hearing the same song again right then, so I got in bed, turned off the lamp, and tried to go to sleep.
That was not happening! I was so frustrated and slightly sad because I was feeling so lonely. I tried to close my eyes and sleep once again, but to no avail. Finally, I gave up and went to my music app and turned on my playlist again. As soon as it started playing,
Lightning
came on. I leaned back on my headboard and just listened to the lyrics, letting the music relax me and comfort me.
My eyes closed and I felt a presence in the room again. I felt like someone was watching me. The thought that it might be Gary turned me on. I began to imagine him in the room watching me as I caressed my breasts under my shirt, pinching my nipples getting them good and hard. It felt so good imagining Gary stroking his cock through his pants watching me give myself pleasure. I begin writhing under my own touch, driving myself crazy because the sensation has taken over my body.
My hand was just about to reach the band of my shorts when I heard a strong voice say "Stop". I opened my eyes to see Gary sitting in the corner with a sultry look in his eyes and his mouth wearing a devilish grin.
When he realizes I'm aware of him being in the room, he stands up and walks over to me.He sat on the bed like he did the night before, but this time, he reached up and touched my lips with his fingers, feeling the softness beneath them. I shuddered at his touch; my breath sucked in as he moved his hand further down to my breasts. He caressed them for a moment, then his hand made its way further down my abdomen, reaching the very same spot where my hand was.
He looked up at me and smiled then at the same time, he slid his hand inside my shorts finding my wet, hard clit and began to message it. My eyes grew wide at the intrusion, then they closed again with the intensity of his touch.
As he continued to massage my clit, he leaned over and said, "I had to touch you", then gently kissed my lips. He started stroking me faster, I was so close to the edge when suddenly, he pulled his hand away. He put his fingers to his lips and said, "I need more".
At that point, he stripped my shorts and panties from my body, spread my legs, and began to lick my clit while sliding his long fingers deep inside me. I arched into his mouth as he continued the erotic assault on my wet pussy. I was getting closer and closer until I couldn't take anymore and exploded in his awaiting mouth.
As I come down from that incredible orgasm, he slides up my half-naked body and passionately kisses me and says, "Remember I'm here for you". With that simple statement, he turned and disappeared.
A slight tinge of sadness hit me when I realized he left again, but the memory of his tongue on me and his sweet, passionate kisses on my now swollen lips, puts the smile back on my face. I have always suspected that Gary would be an amazing lover, but the sensations that I just experienced were way more powerful than I have ever expected. As I finally fell back to sleep, I began to wonder just how far these visits would go.
The next morning, I woke up surprisingly refreshed. Although I was really happy with what happened the night before, I was still feeling less than satisfied and not for the usual reasons. It still bothered me that he was visiting me, but only on his terms. It frustrated me that I had no idea what the real reason was, but be that as it may, I still wanted him to come back. I found myself missing him terribly.
During the workday, all I could think about was how my night would turn out. If it is anywhere close to the night before, I'm in for an amazing night.
