Authors Note: Breaking Benjamin is a popular rock band and their lead singer is Ben Burnley. I get my screen name, ShallowBay, from one of their songs. If you don't know or like Breaking Benjamin, please still give this story a try because I think you might like it. If the story is well received I may make it a series. The story is NOT porn without plot, but trust me, when ya get to the sex it'll be worth the extra reading! (or you can just scroll down to the sex!) Also, I'm new to writing erotic stories, so please be honest but gentle with your critiques! Thanks! ;-)
Grace was beyond excited. She was going to a Breaking Benjamin concert that night at a local bar. Grace had seen the band in concert twice before, but this would be the first time she would be 21 at a bar concert. Drinking + hot bar + awesome music... Oh the trouble she could get in to!
Grace looked at herself in the mirror. "Not bad..." she thought to herself. In fact, she thought she looked rather sexy. She was 5'5 with striking blue eyes, long blonde hair and a thin yet curvy body. She wore a snug black tank top that showed off her ample cleavage and a short denim skirt that hugged her curves. She completed the ensemble with silver "Fuck Me" heels and dark eye shadow fitting for a rock concert. Not the smartest thing to wear to a place that would surely include a mosh pit, but hey, she had to look good!
After all, she wanted Ben to notice her. Ben Burnley was the lead singer of Breaking Benjamin and SUPER hot! He was tall with dark, short hair and the sexiest eyes that seemed to look right into your soul. Tall, dark and handsome... what more could a girl want? But alas, Grace wasn't kidding herself. She knew the odds of a rock star falling in love (or lust) with a girl from her small college town were not good. And even if the guys in the band were looking for a little sex to go with their rock and roll, there would be plenty of competition! Even though Grace was gorgeous she was sure there would be girls there who would do ANYTHING to be with Ben. Could she bring herself to do anything?
For now, Ben was just a celebrity crush for Grace, not to mention the object of her fantasies whenever she found herself in bed with a vibrator between her thighs... She looked at the poster of Ben on her wall and began to remember all the nights with her vibrator. As she remembered her fingers idly traced down her breast and around her nipple. She would imagine his big, strong hands grabbing at her breasts as he kissed her passionately. They would find themselves tumbling down onto the bed in his tour bus, unable to control their passion as they ripped each others clothes off...
*BEEP* Grace snapped out of her fantasy as she heard a car honk. Lauren was here to pick her up from the concert! She had lost track of time. She quickly ran to the bathroom to clean up the hot wetness that was now dripping down her thigh. She looked in the mirror and saw how flushed her face had become. Oh well, natural blush, right? She did one last look over, making sure everything else was perfect, and then ran out of her apartment with butterflies in her stomach.
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The concert was turning out to be the best one ever. Grace was having the time of her life. The opening band was actually really good for a change, all her friends were there, and the fact that she was being bought drinks left and right didn't hurt! With a mixed drink in hand, Grace made her way to the front of the balcony looking down over the stage just as the lights dimmed. All of a sudden a guitar rift broke through the silence, the lights came up and the crowd went wild! There they were... There he was... The band began to play and Grace was taken away by the music. She danced and sang with everyone else. The group downstairs threw themselves against each other as they moshed to the rock songs. The people upstairs, the "21 and over" crowd, all pressed up against the balcony railing, drinking and singing. After several fast songs, the rest of the band left the stage, leaving Ben alone with his guitar. He began to sing one of the bands few slow tunes.
The crowd moved and swayed as the song carried on. Grace saw lighters in the air and couldn't help but laugh. Then Ben looked up. He looked up at HER! He couldn't have heard that laugh above all the singing, could he? He smiled at her as he sang and she smiled back, her stomach doing summersaults. She turned to see if any of her friends had noticed but they all had the same dumb smile on their faces and were looking down at the stage. They all thought the smile was for them. Grace realized he was just looking at the crowd upstairs, not at her directly. She felt slightly dejected as the song finished and the lights went down. But, it had been an amazing night so she perked back up as they made their way out of the bar.
As Lauren and Grace started to exit the building, a big hand caught Lauren by the arm.
"Hey! Get your hands off of me creep!" Lauren shouted. Grace turned to help her friend and came face to face with a VERY big, bald guy in a black wife beater.
"Easy, baby," the big guy grumbled "I just wanted to stop you before you left. I'm one of the bodyguards for the band. Aaron noticed you and was wondering if you wanted a backstage pass?"
"Oh my god! I totally do! Oh, Grace, can you believe this?" Lauren squealed.
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Fifteen minutes later Grace stood alone in the parking lot. "Backstage pass my ass!" she cursed. Lauren and Aaron, the guitar player of the band, were NOT backstage. They were, in fact, in the one of the band's tour busses doing God knows what (though Grace could imagine). After the security guard had approached them, Grace and Lauren were lead to the back entrance of the bar where the buses were parked. Lauren was led into a tour bus and Grace was left in the dust. Not that she was too angry with Lauren... After all, if it was Ben who asked her "backstage," wouldn't she leave Lauren just as fast?
The answer was yes. But currently Grace was not in the best of moods. She was cold and starting to get a little creeped out by being alone in a dark parking lot. The door of the bar opened and a few guys who were obviously drunk stumbled out. Grace quickly looked at her feet and prayed they would just walk away and leave her alone. Being a college girl, she knew how stupid guys could get when they drank. As they got closer Grace thought she heard a familiar voice. She looked up just in time to be face to face with Ben Burnley! Grace's heart raced. There was Ben, amongst 2 bodyguards and the drummer of the band. Perhaps they sat at the bar after all the fans left?
"What's a hot thing like you doing alone in a parking lot after midnight?" one of the bodyguards asked as he stumbled a bit. Ben just looked at her and leaned against a car. Grace could not take her eyes off of him. He was just so...
"Hey, I asked you a question!" the bodyguard shouted, clearly intoxicated.
"Oh, um, my friend, and my ride, is in that trailer over there."
"Haha, with Aaron? Nice!" The drummer laughed. The guys made some more vulgar comments about groupies and gave each other high fives. But, all the while, Ben looked at Grace and stayed silent. He looked at her with his deep brown eyes; a look that made her melt.
"Come on guys," the other bodyguard said "Lets get out of here. We gotta get you to New York by 5am for your radio interview at 7."
