The Blue Guitar - Sex Stories

The Blue Guitar

... she was there and would hear his music. He saw the surprise on her face when she glanced at him, but she continued talking to her boyfriend. At first, she wasn't paying any attention to his music. Orrin tried not to look at her, but a few times, he glanced over and saw her holding her boyfriend’s hands across the table and felt a painful thud in his heart. He tried to concentrate on his music, but occasionally, when he glanced in her direction, he noticed that she had stopped talking and was listening to his music. Several times their eyes met, but she would quickly return her focus to the conversation with her boyfriend. When they finished dinner, they both came over and her boyfriend put two dollars in Orrin's cookie jar, but Emily smiled and said, “Orrin, I didn’t know you were such an amazing musician. Your music is beautiful, it really is. I loved it.” When she left, Orrin couldn’t get her words out of his mind. He was so happy that she had found out he played the guitar and was more than a janitor. On Monday, when he was sweeping the hallway, he glanced in and she looked up and smiled. Their eyes met and Orrin felt she was looking at him differently. When he finished sweeping and cleaning the bathrooms, Orrin went into her office to empty her wastepaper basket and she stopped working and smiled. “ Orrin, I was so impressed with your music the other night. It was beautiful. I’ve never heard music like that. Where did you learn to play like that?” Orrin was stunned and ...

... happy to hear Emily’s reaction and it made it easier to respond. “I’ve been playing since I was twelve and my music is the most important thing in my life. I live to play music.” “ Really? I’d love to hear you play again sometime.” “ Well, I play at Mama’s Café every Friday and Saturday night. You could come there and hear me play.” He was emptying her wastepaper into the larger recycling trashcan and was about to leave when he turned to her. “I have an idea, I could play for you after work. It’s a nice day. We could go to the park across the street and I could give you a private concert.” “ That would be lovely,” she said. “But I’m meeting my boyfriend, Allen, after work.” “ Oh well, maybe some other time.” He tried not to sound crushed. A few days later, Orrin composed music that reminded him of Emily. He played it in his room for two nights, and the next day he brought his guitar to work and went to her office and said, “I want to play something that I made up for you.” She stopped what she was doing and Orrin sat down on a chair in front of her desk and took his guitar from its case. “It’s called, Rhapsody for Emily .” When he played, his fingers moved gracefully and delicately up and down the guitar strings. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes and moved his head from side to side and in his mind he could see Emily's face, her green eyes, her dark hair, her lovely radiant skin. The haunting melody and mystical chords that came from his fingers expressed the love ...