Walls

Chapter 21

This story follows the evolving relationship of Beca Mitchell and Jesse Swanson as their journey begins at their last ICCA competition and continues beyond graduation. Universal owns all rights of Pitch Perfect…I only own this story.

A/N: Reflection time; Wedding stuff, Happy New Year and sexy times (naturally). Please R&R.

Beca's POV

So much has happened the past few weeks...where do I start? From passing out in front of my friends due to a pregnancy complication to my raging hormones and getting caught with Jesse on the air to finding out I'm further along in my pregnancy and then dealing with demons and repressed memories. What a fucking mess I am! With the crap I've put Jesse and everyone else through, how is it they're still in my life? I'll tell you why because I...Badass Beca am finally growing up and letting people in...my walls are exposed, my heart is filled with love and for once in my life I can finally admit to being happy.

At one point all that mattered to me was my music and getting my ass to Los Angeles. I didn't care that I was alone...all that mattered was that I would make a name for myself in the music industry. I could care less about relationships with family and friends, and starting a family was furthest from my mind. Badass Beca as a mother...who would of thought this would be possible. Today I find myself about to go through an elaborate wedding ceremony with a kid on the way surrounded by people who would lasso the moon for me if I asked them to.

I'm even getting along with Sheila who has put her own career aside to ensure the success of my wedding and to keep my stress level in check. She claims the pharmaceutical industry can do without their star sales representative for a while and wants to be there for me which is more than my biological mother ever did. Perhaps I was wrong about Sheila, when my mother was the real monster all along who pushed my father away and destroyed our family dynamic. If she was this way with her only daughter, I can't imagine what it was like being married to her.

My father and I have never been so close. Seeing him react to the horrors of my childhood was heart wrenching but I needed to know if he was a victim to this deception and if he's someone I could still trust. His affection to his future son-in-law couldn't make me happier. Seeing Jesse and my dad together doing father-son stuff, and genuinely enjoying their company is something I never counted on. Sometimes I wonder who he'll miss more when we move to L.A., his only daughter or the son he never had.

These friendships I've cultivated over the years have not only grown but evolved into so much more. I can honestly say I love these girls and will miss them when we move to the west coast. While Amy continues to be the primary source of everyone's entertainment, she has a soft side which she's only shown to a select few...I'm lucky to be one of them. Stacie and I have gotten much closer since my hospitalization. She will always be full of narcssism with a raging libido and a fetish for unconventional sexual activities, however she's been there for me in so many ways and even guided me in the right direction. I can honestly say without Stacie, I could have lost everything and not be here today. I've never seen Aubrey so happy since hooking up with Uni. They're living together and beginning to make plans for their future. We don't see each other as often, however by texting and talking regularly, we keep in touch.

With her new role as mother, Chloe and I don't talk as often however when we do, it's usually for hours and feels like a day hasn't passed since she graduated from Barden. Next to Jesse the ginger has been the best friend in not judging me and a fantastic resource during my pregnancy. I miss her so much and can't wait to see her at the wedding.

Then there's Jesse, my best friend and lover (yes, I said it). My God...what can I say about him. Never in my life have I met someone with so much love in his heart and strength in his soul...and still be a nerd. Can I even still call him that? Being a witness to my fears and insecurities as my layers are peeled away exposing myself to the horrors of my past, while he continues to embrace his role as my confidant and rock. Where did this guy come from? I've pushed him away and hurt him numerous times, he's seen me at my worst but refuses to give up on us. He's been there for me in my darkest hours and continues to help me in ways I could never pay him back. His only request is that I keep my walls down and don't stop loving him...like that could ever happen. Last weekend I did something out of my comfort zone and gave myself entirely to him so he can experience the pleasure he deserves. I thought relinquishing control would be difficult especially after dealing with recently discovered painful memories, would it be too much and too soon? Well...according to my shrink...it's no to both. I've found out it's a completely different situation when control is taken away against your will versus when control is voluntarily given up to someone you love. I trust Jesse unconditionally with my life and would do anything for him, with him and to him...even considering the one activity I once considered taboo. Today I find myself a 22 year old young woman about to graduate from college, almost half way through a pregnancy and less than two months from marrying my best friend and taking on a new last name.

After an amazing Christmas with Jesse's family it's just a couple of days from New Years, the bridal party (Chloe on an iPad via FaceTime) with Beca's stepmonster have finally taken a trip to the bridal store. Beca not really having any idea on the style of her gown or wedding color(s) has decided to leave it up to the girls.

David's Bridal

"Oh, my God...Stacie, you are soooo not wearing that!" Beca snaps at her slutty friend modeling a skin tight blood red crotch length dress barely containing her humongous tits.

Stacie checks herself in the mirror. "My boobs and ass look smokin' hot in this."

Aubrey pulls her to the side. "Stacie we're in a wedding, not a Las Vegas strip show. Let's look for something a little more appropriate."

"You mean boring?"

"Eloquent" Aubrey barks with frustration.

"Just no light pink." The Aussie adds. "Back in Tasmania I was in my cousin's wedding once and we all had to wear pastel colors; we ended up looking like a bunch of deranged Care Bears." She pauses. "Anything but pastels. I'm with Stacie on this, besides this sexy fat ass could really rock that number." Fat Amy finishes and gets a high five slap from the taller brunette.

The former Bella captain huffs out in frustration and rolls her eyes as Beca and Sheila are bent over with laughter.

Turning to Sheila. "Do you see what I have to put up with?" The bride-to-be comments dabbing moisture from the corner of her eyes.

"You're friends are hilarious Beca...thank you for inviting me today."

Beca smiles. "You're welcome...I figure you've taken on the responsibility as my official wedding coordinator and I can always use another opinion on the dresses, and besides I don't think these crazy bitches are capable of agreeing on anything."

Aubrey brings over her iPad which shows Chloe at a David's Bridal in Los Angeles.

"What do you think of this one?" The screen shows Chloe wearing a semi form fitting dark platinum strapless number with a lighter shade taffeta skirt. "I figured you wouldn't want anything too colorful or frilly."

Beca responds. "I like the style and love the color. Let's see if they have them here for you all to try on."

Aubrey speaks up again. "What about you Beca? You have yet to try on anything."

"I will...let's get you guys taken cared of and then I'll start."

Aubrey pulls her aside. "Do you even have an idea what kind of dress you want?"

"Not a clue Bree but I guess that's why we're here."

"Haven't you been looking at the magazines I brought over?"

"Nope! Nada one." She pauses. "I'm not worried...it'll come together." Beca says to her uptight friend who shoots her a dirty look.

"Okay...fine." She says grabbing the attention of a sales assistant who is way too happy for Beca's liking.

"So congratulations on the engagement. Do you have anything in mind for your special day?" The overly bubbly girl asks.

Beca pulls the enthusiastically charged girl aside. "Okay...I hope you're prepared for a challenge." She pauses. "Listen very carefully because I'm not going to repeat this twice." She takes a deep breath. "First of all, I'm not the traditional bride, I don't do foo foo so no fucking bows, ribbons or lace. I want my rack (motioning to her chest) embellished, preferably in a strapless or low cut V and I'm knocked up so I probably shouldn't be wearing white."

The young girl takes in what she says and shows genuine fear. "Well...white is traditional however brides can wear whatever color they wish." The girl says cowering.

"Even when they're pregnant?" She pauses. "I'm going to be like 6 months by the time of the wedding so I need something that defines me, isnt tacky and is appropriate."

"Yes...even when pregnant." The not-so-chipper girl responds still shaking.

With that bit of information the girl reluctantly brings Beca over to a specialized rack of gowns. "Okay..come with me...I think you'll find what you're looking for here, and if you don't find the size we'll have it special ordered."

"These are maternity? Wow...I would have never guessed."

Beca finds a few dresses to her liking and is brought to the back where she's instructed to put on a maternity strapless corset pushing her breasts up and out to a whole new level. "Jesse is going to love me in this." She laughs to herself standing before a full length mirror.

Sheila comes to the back and offers her assistance to her step-daughter. At first Beca is uncomfortable and conceals herself but then gives in, puts her hair up in a messy bun and begins to try on the gowns.

The first dress is white, a traditional A-line style with a plunging neckline and full train that appears to be 400 miles long. Beca looks in the mirror and isn't thrilled. "I look frumpy." She says looking to Sheila who gives her the same reaction.

Dress number two is a shorter white dress just passed her knees with more emphasis on the midsection and not enough on the chest. "It's cute but still not convinced it's me." Beca admits. Sheila agrees and pulls another preselected dress off the rack.

The third dress is a smooth, satin white full length gown with no lace. It's strapless with the bodice shaped like a V but in such a way it follows the natural curve of her breasts, thus accentuating her bosom. With the waistline being a cross between an A-line and empire, the material hugs her hips and falls straight to the ground with the train being chapel length falling three feet behind. Without looking in the mirror Beca likes the fit and feel of the material, she turns to Sheila who immediately puts her hand over her mouth and begins to cry.

"What? What's wrong? Is it horrible?"

Sheila wipes her eyes. "Oh no Beca...you look gorgeous!" She pauses. "Look at yourself."

Before the alt-girl is allowed to turn around the chipper sales assistant comes forward and fixes her hair with a veil, adds heels and a fake bouquet to complete the look. Beca turns to the full length mirror and is instantly in tears. "Oh, my God! It's really happening...I'm getting married." She pauses. "This is it...this is the one."

Getting her composure in check she has Sheila go into the showroom and prepare the girls who are now dressed in the dark platinum dress that Chloe picked out, Beca slowly makes her way to the raised platform and models the ensemble leaving the girls in shock at the transformation of their friend. An emotional Aubrey holds up the iPad for Chloe to see who begins to squeak with excitement and ball at her beauty.

Aubrey is the first to speak up. "Beca...you're stunning. When Jesse sees you in this, he's going to lose it."

Stacie and Amy walk around the petite girl and can't believe how beautiful she looks.

"Wow Shaw Shank...you look hot...didn't know your boobs were so huge." Fat Amy comments as she's pinched by Stacie making the Bella leader's eyes to roll.

Stacie adds. "My God Beca...is that really you? You're breathtaking."

The sales gal is all smiles, notices her tattoos are in plain site and suggests a cover up cream but Sheila jumps in. "That won't be necessary."

Beca gives her a strange look.

"Honey...it's who you are...don't hide or be someone you're not." Sheila adds looking at her stepdaughter in a new light.

"My dad hates my tattoos. Maybe I should consider the concealer."

Sheila pulls her to the side and shows her ink she recently had done on one of her business trips to Las Vegas. "Beca...your father has changed."

Inspecting the colored rose on her ankle, Beca is floored. "It's really nice." She pauses. "I would have never expected this...and he's okay with it?"

"He doesn't have a choice. I'm the same person Beca...just like you." She pauses. "Do yourself a favor and just be yourself."

Beca is truly touched by her sentiment. "Thank you, I really appreciate that."

Her attention is drawn back to the girls who are now wearing the bridesmaid dresses picked out by her favorite redhead. "Chloe...I love them...they're perfect!"

Before going to the back to remove her wedding gown Sheila tells the sales lady that all of the dresses are being taken care of by her and Dr. Mitchell. Beca's emotions get the best of her again (damn hormones) and hugs her. The former alt-girl motions to the sales lady that they need one more gown. "Doesn't the mother of the bride need to look her best?"

"Thank you sweetie, you're the closest I have to a daughter and I would love it." Sheila says grinning ear to ear as the bride and bridal party search for another dress to compliment the wedding party.

While Sheila takes care of the transaction, Beca takes the opportunity to call Jesse who is already at the Men's Warehouse with her father and his groomsmen. She tells him about everyone's reaction to her dress and sends a photo via text of the bridesmaid dresses. "Pretty" He says. "Don't worry babe...I've got it covered. You're gonna love the tuxedos."

"I know you will babe...I trust you." She adds.

"Alright well...I gotta go. We'll meet up for dinner. I miss you babe...love you." He says

"I love you even more." She says ending the call.

Stacie overhears her conversation and notices she's become more affectionate and motions for her to meet outside. "So...you've gotten kind of soft and lovey dovey...whatever happened to Badass Beca?"

The petite girl smirks to her friend. "Don't worry Stacie, I'm still here...just a little hormonal these days.

Stacie acknowledges her with a smile. "So are you ever going to tell me what happened at the cabin?"

Beca decides to play dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh...don't play coy with me Beca. Did he 50 Shades you or what?"

The Bella leader searches her words carefully. "Let's just say we had a lot of fun. It was intense and very erotic...the best time and experience I've ever had."

"So tell me! What did he do to you?" Stacie asks practically begging for information.

"That's all you're getting Stace." She pauses. "What happened between Jesse and I was extremely personal and will always stay between us."

Stacie smiles at her response. "Fair enough...I'm happy for you Becs. You've found something we're all looking for...true love."

" I know...I still don't have a clue how it happened."

A couple of days later the Bella's join the Treble-maker's at their house for a New Year's get together.

Treble House - New Years Eve

With alcohol in abundance the two main Aca-Pella groups continue to party and engage in drunk karaoke and other drunk games while Beca is seated comfortably in Jesse's lap in a comfy reclining chair. Probably the only sober people there they laugh at their friend's crazy inebriated behavior.

"Do you realize that was us last year?" Jesse says looking at an intoxicated Donald and Stacie as they swallow each other's tongue.

Beca agrees with a smile. "Yah but last year I still hadn't confessed my love for you."

"True...we've come so far in such a short amount of time. I love you so much" He says kissing her.

Deepening their kiss she puts her arms around his neck and opens her mouth to his. He joins her and runs his tongue along her teeth, then massages her tongue with his. Not caring about their demographics and no PDA stipulation she unbuttons his shirt exposing his upper chest as she latches her hungry mouth onto his neck making him close his eyes and grip her tighter in his arms. Getting more turned on Jesse disregards the people in the room and reaches under her blouse and gently squeezes a breast causing her to gasp then returns her lips to his.

Their actions get the attention of some of their friends but they don't care because supposedly they're all intoxicated anyway.

"Jesse...(breathless)...I've got an itch. Can we go somewhere?" She mumbles against his lips.

He looks into her starving eyes and lifts her into his arms kissing her hard as they disappear into a secluded part of the house while their drunk friends look on.

Opening the door to another room in the house, they never lose contact with their lips. Jesse presses her against a wall as her feet land back on the ground. He quickly removes her pants and undies, drops down to his knees, spreads her legs and dives between her thighs causing her to groan outloud. She's practically riding his face as he thrusts his tongue as far as it will reach while she leans her back against a wall. Flicking his tongue on her clit he rams his fingers into her core making her yell out and almost lose her footing as he presses her against the wall to steady her. Becoming unglued she cries out as he continues to gnaw on her clit as a wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Lapping up the last of her release he rises to his feet and kisses her deeply. Coming down from her orgasm she kisses him back, tasting herself on his lips and immediately undoes his pants and brings the offensive garments (pants and boxers) down his legs.

Without any further warning Jesse lifts Beca and lays her onto a pool table where he immediately mounts her and thrusts inside of her while she wraps her legs around his torso bringing him deeper inside. They both gush at the feeling as he drives into her striking her magical spot sending her into a frenzy. With her desire escalating she pants and verbalizes her needs, wants and desires. "Jesse...oh God...yes...right fucking there!" Wanting more physical contact, the Treble leader lifts up her shirt exposing her black underwire bra, pulls down her cups and takes an aroused nipple into his mouth. He sucks vigorously at her sensitive tip causing her to cry out. He releases one nipple with a pop and attacks the other with the same force. Continuing to ram into her, he massages her bundle of nerves and brings her to a second more powerful climax causing her walls to involentarily pulse around his member while crying out his name. His release follows seconds after as he grunts out and unloads himself into her depths. Panting and enjoying their afterglow the couple stare into each others eyes and are in awe of the amounts of pleasure they give one another and kiss passionately. To their horror they are not alone and are interrupted by the sounds of clapping and laughter as Stacie and Donald are standing by the open door, nodding and looking in amusement.

Embarrassed beyond belief Jesse immediately pulls up his pants and boxers, dismounts Beca and jumps to his feet while she fixes her clothing and sits up. "What the fuck guys!" They yell at the same time.

"Hey...that was a smoking hot performance, but you guys really need to make sure the door is locked next time. By the way it's already passed midnight so happy fucking New Year." Stacie turns to Donald, "Come on lover, after watching all this screwing, it's time to feed my hunter." The Treble co-leader smirks at his friends and leads his girl to his room.

Beca and Jesse are quiet after being caught red handed. They look to each other in disbelief as their shocked expressions are soon replaced by grins, then smiles, which they finally succumb to complete hysterics.

"Come on...let's go see what the rest of our friends are up to." Jesse says as he leads her back to the main room.

Entering the living room a handful of their friends are left. Jesse goes over to the bar and pulls out a non-alcoholic beer for Beca and real one for himself. They decide to sit with Aubrey, Uni, Amy and Benji who all look surprised to still see them there.

"We thought you bailed on us. Where have you been?" Aubrey asks.

Jesse tries to act cool and clears his throat. "No where, just checking things out, visiting with my boys...you know." He says while Beca looks around the room with a guilty looking grin plastered to her face.

Fat Amy picks up on this. "Yah...right, knowing you two. You dingos were probably going at it somewhere." She says giving Benji a little squeeze on his thigh.

Aubrey demands an answer. "No seriously you missed the ball drop, where were you?"

Beca has finally had enough of the inquisition. "Well...if you must know, I was busy being penetrated by a Treble on a pool table." She dead pans causing Jesse to spit out his beer projectile style.

"Now if you excuse me I need to use the ladies room." Beca gets up and leaves the group of shocked friends, now staring at Jesse with gaping mouths.

"Umm...yah...she didn't mean that." He takes a deep breath. "Hey Benji...know any new magic tricks?" The Treble leader asks trying to change the subject.

"Nice!" Uni says giving Jesse a secretive thumbs up hoping Audrey doesn't catch on.

After a few minutes Beca returns to the gang and sits on Jesse's lap. "Ready for another round of pool?"

Jesse's face lights up as they get up to leave. "Later guys."

With the crazy Aussie cracking up the uptight blonde nods in disbelief as she watches her horny friends walk away.

"Oh...We almost forgot...Happy fucking New Year everyone!" Beca yells back as they disappear from their sight.

To be continued...