Where Do We Go From Here?

Never in my life would I ever imagine to be where I am now; A wife with two beautiful children, wonderful husband and all around amazing life. Who could have imagined that one call could have brought me to this point? I never picked myself as a person who would have kids or even get married. I was always focused on my work and kept to myself quite often; always a shy yet bold at times girl.

Friends knew me as the girl who was quiet but deadly. I was the one who would rather party and be carefree, chill by myself and not have to be tied down by a boyfriend. It all changed that one afternoon of calling repeatedly to my local radio station.

6 years ago

'This is Radio 104.1 and you've just won tickets to see Asking Alexandria! What's your name, hun?'

I nearly hung up, thinking it was some kind of dream.

'Holy... oh my god! My name's Becca. I can't believe I actually won!" I squealed with delight.

While I knew that if I didn't win, I would still go and buy my ticket myself but free tickets are better than paying out of pocket. I loved to support the bands I went to see but I had seen the prices for these bad boys and it was nearly out of my reach.

"Well congrats Becca! You're seeing Asking Alexandria when they come here in April!" The radio personality said and continued to outro back to the music where I was set on hold for a few moments.

When I was brought back onto the line, I gave them all the information they needed and hung up. I proceeded to excitedly text all of my friends who were going to say that I got the ticket. I was so happy to finally be seeing one of my favorite bands again live. They don't come here often but when they do, I try my damndest to see them.

I work as a photographer and it's always been a goal to make it big. Every show I went to, my camera came with me too. I wasn't well known all over but I had a decent following at this point in time. It's crazy to think it all started with a photo class in high school.

As the weeks went on and gradually got closer to the show date, I received an email from the radio station saying I had won a meet and greet ticket as well. I nearly fainted while I read it at work. My friends were incredibly jealous of me and even at the ages of 21 to 23, we still had our fangirl moments and this was my biggest of all. While I had gone to my fair share of Warped Tours and concerts where I was lucky enough to meet bands, AA was never one of them.

I had been obsessed with them since ninth grade and I was finally going to meet them.

**
It was the night before the show and I was starting to freak out. I wanted everything to be perfect from head to toe. I had gotten my hair redone to restore it back to its crimson red color about a week ago so it looked perfect. I laid everything out to be ready and changed my mind several times before just settling on my usual show attire; a muscle shirt, ripped jeans and my cross body studded bag.

I went to sleep, content with my choices and hoping I didn't look like on of those girls who tried to hard for concerts.

Bright and early at the ass crack of dawn I was up and in the shower. I got dressed, lightly curled my hair and did my minimalist makeup before getting my cup of coffee to get things moving.

The day seemed to zip by as I worked on some photos from a few weeks back for some locals and before I knew it, my friends were at my door to pick me up. I grabbed a granola bar and headed out after making sure I had everything.

For the half hour it took to get the venue, we blasted some throwback jams to get in a good mood and keep things chill. It was what we did nearly every time we came to a show. Listening to the bands you're seeing is kind of like a mood killer. You're going to hear their music, why listen to it twice?

We got there and the line was just starting to form so at least my friends would be close. Soon enough, the security guards started coming through to get the M&G people in a separate line.

All I could hear was quietly squealing young girls, excited to meet the boys, I settled for watching the sun set below the horizon, grabbing a quick picture to hold the moment in time.

I started to feel my nerves getting the best of me so I began fidgeting with my camera; fixing the settings and making sure my shots would be perfect for tonight. I could hear the guard calling me in on the radio and I knew what was coming next. As I finished up with it, I felt a tap on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry ma'am but without a photo pass you can’t use that camera here,” he said to me.
I nodded sadly and started taking off the lens and shutting it down. As I was packing it up, I could hear a commotion and girls started screaming. I glanced up and found myself face to face with the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. The guy I had fantasized about for years.

“Why can’t she use her camera?” the man asked, his accent making all the girls squirm. A shiver even went down my own back.

“Sorry sir but she has to have a photo pass to use that camera,” the guard explained.

“Now that won’t do,” he said, winking at me and holding up a finger to the guards to tell them to wait a second. He disappeared behind the door he had walked out of and returned a few minutes later with a lanyard in hand. “This should do the trick,” he said, handing the photo pass to me, looking the guard in the eye with an intoxicating smile.

“Sir?” the guard questioned.

“I am Ben Bruce, this is my concert, I’m slightly loaded, and I want this girl to be our photographer for the night,” I watched him intently, in shock, as he clapped the guard on his back and gave him a smile before turning back to me.

“Uhh.. thanks?” I questioned more than said.

“No problem love. I’ll see you soon,” he winked again and was gone, causing all the girls to glare at me and stare wistfully after him.

I grasped the little laminated piece in my hand and tried to wrap my head around what had just happened. Ben Bruce really just came out and handed me a photo pass so I could be their photographer? Up until this point, I had never shot a band almost completely unprepared.

I took a deep breath and force my brain to return from it's mushy confused state as the line got moving. In the time of Ben coming out and me standing here, I had been forced to the back of the line. It didn't bother me much, it just gave me more time to calm myself.

Before I knew it, I was being ushered into the meet and greet room where the boys sat happily signing things and chatting with fans and then came my time. The room had emptied and it was just me and them. I watched as Ben tapped James shoulder and laugh.

“This is the girl I was telling you about. She’s the one taking our pictures tonight!” Ben exclaimed.

“What is your name sweetheart?” Denis asked.

“Becca. My name is Becca,” I said timidly, fidgeting with my camera.

They signed my shirt and took pictures with me and then I felt an arm wrap snugly around my shoulders.

“So our photographer is out sick tonight. Would you be so kind as to take our pictures tonight and we pay you for them?” I nodded, unable to talk around the gorgeous Brit.

I watched as he told the guys what was happening and they grouped together and I snapped a few pictures. They were a really charismatic bunch. The guard soon told us all that it was only a few minutes until the first band went on and while the others headed out, Ben stayed back and walked me to side stage. He stuck by me for a few awkward tense minutes of silence before seeing himself out with a goodbye to get ready.


I had found myself enjoying the show and snapping shots of the bands by myself. A photographer's job was lonely but fun. I was looking over a few pictures making sure they came out right then before I could realize what was going on, I was wrapped in a very sweaty hug. He pulled away and gave her a lopsided grin.

“Sorry love, too much adrenaline after a concert. Walk with me.” Ben said more than asked. He put his arm over my shoulder, seemingly oblivious to his smell.
“Hey! The new song sounds great live! You guys rocked,” I praised and smiled up at him trying not to clam up.

We walked to the now empty dressing room. Ben peeled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. I quickly averted my eyes from his now half naked body.

“Sorry, I have to take a quick shower. Please don’t leave,” and then he disappeared behind a door. I pulled out her phone and told my friends not to wait on me, knowing they would be concerned as to where I was.

I went through my pictures from the night and waited on Ben. I had just stopped on a picture of him in action when the door opened. Steam billowed out of the bathroom followed by a nearly naked Ben Bruce. He had a towel around his hips but that was all. I couldn’t help but stare. His hair was wet and water droplets were dripping down his chest, down his V, and stopping at the towel. I forced my eyes back to my camera and held it up to show him the picture with heat rising to my cheeks as he stood before me.

“That’s damn good!” he beemed. I smiled shyly at him and showed him a few more pictures. Then a chill went up my spine as I felt a sudden warmth on my knee. I looked down and saw Ben’s hand resting there. “Fancy coming to the bus tonight?” he asked, lust swimming in his eyes.

If I ever wanted to be with someone I had wanted for years, now was the time.

I licked my lips and nodded.

We got back to the bus and was greeted with cheers from the already plastered AA boys.

I followed Ben over to where the drinks were and watched as he sipped from a handle of Jameson.

"Pick your poison, love." He said in a low almost sensual tone and I immediately went for the Jack Daniels, taking a glug straight from the bottle. If I was going to go through with this, liquid courage would be needed. I could feel the warm liquid travel down my throat and start to work away the nerves.

“Damn little lady, the night’s just getting started,” Ben said with a laugh, finishing off his drink and moving onto another one.

At some point a beer pong table had been set up and we were getting into it. I adored the game but usually enjoyed watching over playing it.

I had teamed up with Denis to go against Ben and James. This got increasingly more interesting when we both had four cups to go and Sam yelled 'Strip Pong!'

None of us could decline the order since he was the ref, he made the rules.

Denis and I were down two but we made a comeback, thanks to me and my good aim, and won.

As the liquor coursed through my veins, I couldn't help but stare at Ben as we reset the game. Instead of redressing we just finished what we had started. Game game quickly heated up and we were all down to our underwear. It was now 3 v 2 and we were winning.

We were all highly inebriated and it was getting harder to shoot accurately. Denis missed his shot while I made mine and I could see Ben smile smugly at me, waiting for my bra or panties to come off. The tension between us grew every second. I had worn matching red lace lingerie but had no choice in what I was losing because Denis waved his boxers in the air, as naked as the day he was born. I laughed at the sight while Ben scowled. Denis blew him a kiss and Ben looked far more determined than before.

Both James and Ben, by some sort of miracle made their shot and it all came down to me; 1v1. I missed and as part of the Strip Pong rules, losers had to run a lap around the buses naked. I kept my eyes on Ben as I took off my final pieces of clothing and Denis and I ran screaming through the buses and the cold.

We got back and James and Ben tossed blankets at us giggling fools. We wrapped ourselves up and help put the table away and clean up they mess.

After a little more drinking, James went to his bunk, Sam and Denis passed out on the couches in front of the TV and Cam was far gone before we were even back from our naked lap. All that was left was a very naken me and mostly naked Ben Bruce. We were both very drunk and neither of us cared about it.

He stood up and grabbed my hand, leading me quickly to the back of the bus, barely closing the door behind us when I was attacked with an arsenal of kisses. He had me pinned against the wall and his tongue intertwined with mine. It was a drunk kiss but a kiss none the less. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back to get to neck. He broke the kiss and trailed feather light kisses from my jawline to the crook of my neck where he nipped me.

“Ouch you dick, that hurt,” I said as I swatted the back of his head. I could feel him smile against my neck.

“It only gets better from here love,” he said to me as he bit again.

I had always picked him for the rough type.

This time I let out a small moan. His hands found their way from my hair down my back and stopped right around my ass. He scooped me up and I wrapped my legs around him.
He carried me to the couch and laid me down gently. The blanket I was using to cover myself fell off, leaving me completely exposed. Ben’s lust filled gaze lingered on my naked frame a bit too long for my liking so I pulled him on top of me. He planted his knees on either side of my hips and hovered over me. Our eyes locked and we knew what the other wanted.

Ben leaned down and lightly kissed my lips before kissing his way down my jawline and slightly bruised and tender neck. He reached up and groped one of my breasts, while his lips locked around my hard nipple. He sucked on it and I arched my back into it, letting out a moan. His teeth grazed the now sensitive nipple, distracting me from his other hand making it’s way between my legs, giving me a squeeze every now and again. He let out a small moan as he felt just how wet I was. I thrust my hips up, begging him to give me what I wanted... what I yearned for. Instead he teased me, gently sucking on my nipple and ghosting his fingers over my clit.

I let out a whine and he just laughed at my antsiness. His lips traveled slowly from my breasts down torso, nipping at my skin along the way. His face ended up between my spread legs and he kissed my inner thighs, taking his time like there was no rush. I reached down and intertwined my fingers in his hair as his tongue found it’s way to my womanhood. It teased my clit, causing me to shove his head down harder. He applied more pressure and I threw my head back, moaning. He gently spread my legs a bit more and I happily complied. He pushed a finger into me and I gasped, letting the wave of new pleasure take over.

He teased me a while before I let out an annoyed whine. He decided he had had enough fun and gave me what I wanted. He inserted another finger and started fingering me faster. He sat up and I let out a small cry at the loss of his tongue. He smiled up at me while I toyed with his hair and curled his fingers into me, making me forget all about the absence of his tongue. He reached down with his free hand and pulled off his boxers, kicking them to the ground and allowing his hard dick to spring free. I looked down at the impressive sight, pleased with what I saw.

He removed his fingers and silenced my whine with a kiss. I wrapped my legs around him as he positioned himself between my legs pulling him closer. He lined himself up and slowly pushed his way in, burying his face in my neck so he could hear me moan. I raked my nails into his back and he moaned against my neck. He was buried deep inside of me and had stopped moving.

I was adjusting around him but as soon as I was comfortable, I wasted no time in getting what I wanted. I ground my hips down, encouraging him to start moving. He looked up from my neck and gave me a cheshire cat grin.

“So impatient,” he scolded teasingly.

“Just.. fuck..me,” I glared down at him.

“Fine if you want to be like that,” he said, pulling out of me.

Before I could even say anything, he had flipped me over in one swift motion and forced me onto my knees. I instinctively arched my back and spread my legs a little further, finally getting somewhere. He slapped my ass, lined up and rammed into me. His hands found their way to my hips and his nails dug into my skin. Loud moans escaping my lips with the powerful thrust.

Ben reached down and wrapped his fingers into my hair and pulled me back against him. He leaned in and nipped my ear before sucking on the very sensitive spot on her neck. I leaned back against him as he rammed into me again and again. He let my hair go and I fell back down. My fingers dug into the fabric of the couch and he reached around and started fingering my clit.

That was all I needed. I couldn’t hold back and my moans grew louder as I neared my climax. His thrusts too became quicker and sloppier and his breathing grew ragged. I screamed out his name as I came, shuddering under the man and nearly blacking out from the intense pleasure. He held me up as he followed up, coming inside of me. We both rode out our drucken highs together.

As soon as it was over, we both collapsed on the couch. Neither of us being able to hold ourselves up any longer, completely spent; both breathless and covered in sweat. Ben reached down and wrapped us both in the blanket and I cuddled up to his chest.


We both fell into a drunken sleep moments later.

Notes

The first part of an interesting story! Tell me what you think of it down below. (for all you lovers of A Fool's Revenge, it's like the extended cut of the threesome without James. or I suppose the parallel universe where Jayme would have ended up with Ben over Mike but Jayme being Becca, ya feel?)

I hope that you all enjoy it and I'll try to make my rounds to this as often if not more than my other stories. I'm hoping to figure out a good schedule for updating all of my stories during the week and as soon as that happens, I will let you know.

Have a good one guys!
Love you all! <3
~ Becca xx