Pleasant Dreams

Because the Night: Dee Dee Ramone

Pleasant Dreams

Because the Night: Dee Dee Ramone

You've been waiting in his dressing room for more than an hour. Finally, the concert is over. You can hear the Ramones coming down the hallway. Though you're really only waiting for him, Dee Dee. Although you suppose that's who all the groupies want. Can you blame them? Those chiseled cheekbones, that amazing jawline. He couldn't have been built more perfectly if he was a Greek god.

Alas, you hear the dressing room doorknob turning. You know it's him. You hope he's not upset with you, for waiting in his dressing room. This is your chance to meet him. You've been with other rockstars before, but none as gorgeous as him. The door has finally opened.

"Hey." Dee Dee says, giving that, oh so fetching smile of his.

"Hi, I'm (y/n)." You say. He skips the process of shaking hands and his lips rush straight to yours.

Wow! This is all so sudden. You're used to it and all, having chosen the life of a groupie. Well, now that you think about it, you guess the life chose you. Though this is all happening so fast. As you said, you never wanted to meet any Rockstar more than you wanted to meet him. Though, you're definitely not complaining. As the kiss intensifies, you pull away, for but a brief moment.

"This is incredible!" You say, breathless, as you stare deep into his gorgeous brown eyes.

"You stopped kissing me, to tell me kissing me
was incredible?" Dee Dee smiles.

Dee Dee is clearly exhausted from the show. The evidence is the sweat dripping from his perfectly sculpted body, Dee Dee has now taken off his shirt and tossed it onto the couch.

"You are awfully sweaty." You say, biting your bottom lip.

"Yeah. I know. I'm gonna take a quick shower." He chuckles.

As you sit on the couch, you stare at Dee Dee's t-shirt. Try as you might, you simply can not get the image of him, with his shirt off, out of your head. Not that you want to.

You can't take it anymore! You hurriedly tear off your clothes and rush into the bathroom. You pause for a moment before opening the shower door. You slide it open quietly, as not to startle him. When you enter the shower, Dee Dee calmly turns around to greet you. It almost seems, as if he were expecting you.

"Hello again." He smiles.

"Hello again." You repeat, smiling back.

"You're so beautiful, (y/n)." Dee Dee walks towards you, pinning you against the shower wall.

You wrap your arms around him, as he makes love to you. The feeling is sensational, hard yet passionate, all at once. You can hardly believe this is happening, but it is. Everything you've ever wanted since you were fifteen years old!

The shower ends and you are still in a state of orgasm. You get dressed and start to leave. With your hand on the doorknob, you turn your head, when you hear Dee Dee's voice.

"Why are you leaving,(y/n)?" He asks confused, as he lights a cigarette.

"You mean, you want me to stay?" You ask.

"I do. You're different than the usual girls they send back here." He tells you, looking deep into your eyes.

You run towards him and he catches you in his arms, brushing a loose strand of your hair behind your right ear. You pull him closer to you, you can now feel his warm breath on your face, and you're so close you can feel both of your hearts beating insanely fast, next to one another. He places his lips atop yours, and you swear, you feel like you're literally melting.

Making out with Dee Dee Ramone is totally surreal for you. You would
Think that steamy shower would be enough, to satisfy your burning desire, but it wasn't. It wasn't that you were some hopeless nymphomaniac, you just had to have more of him. You lay him down on the couch and climb on top of him, he smiles playfully as you straddle him. You smile too, once you feel how hard he's becoming. Dee Dee closes his eyes, and you can see the enjoyment in his face, as you caress his erection, through his tight jeans. He reaches underneath your shirt, you're not wearing a bra, which makes it easier when Dee Dee cups your breast, which feels so good in his gentle and skilled hands.

"Why don't we slow down just a little bit?" Dee Dee asks you. You obliged, but are confused.

"Do you wanna maybe talk a little?" Dee Dee asks.

"Sure." You say, adjusting your shirt.

"So, Dee Dee what do you want to talk about?"

"You. For example, what brought you here?" Dee Dee asks.

"You, of course! It's always been a fantasy of mine to be with you. I'm so glad that tonight, I finally got to make that dream a reality. It's a shame it has to end." You say, your eyes fill with sorrow, but such is the life of a groupie.

"Who says it has to end, (y/n)? Do you have a pen?"

Is he serious? He's serious! He wants to see you again! This is is absolutely amazing! You violently search through your purse, until you find a pen. You and Dee Dee exchange phone numbers.

One week has passed since the night of the Ramones concert. You haven't been able to stop thinking of Dee Dee since then. You're currently sitting in your room, listening to the Rocket to Russia album. The phone rings, it's Dee Dee! He's asked you out on a date.