The Blue Guitar - Sex Stories

The Blue Guitar

... he felt when he thought of her. When he finished and looked at her, he saw tears in her eyes. Gloria had stopped what she was doing, and she looked like she was going to cry too. “ That was so beautiful Orrin, thank you. I loved it. I can’t believe you made that up for me. It made me want to cry.” Gloria came over and stood in front of Emily’s desk. “Orrin, I didn’t know you could play the guitar so beautifully. I’ve never heard anything like that before.” Orrin didn’t know what to say, but felt relieved that Emily liked it. He sat there, holding his guitar and tried to think of something to say other than thank you. Emily just looked at him. After a minute or so, Orrin stood up. “Well, I better get back to work.” He put his guitar in its case and left the office. Once in the hallway and out of their sight, he took a deep breath and leaned against the wall, hardly able to believe he’d had the nerve to play that music for Emily. While he worked, he hummed the melody and thought how she’d looked at him when he played. He was happy and wondered if Emily would go to the movies with him, or for coffee if he asked her, but then he thought about her boyfriend and sighed at how nuts he was to even have such a crush on her. The next Friday night when he was playing at Mama’s Café, Julie came over and again told him how many people had said they loved his music, and that they’d been telling others about him. She said his playing had helped her business and even her staff commented ...

... on how his music added so much to the atmosphere and that their tips were better when he played. Of course that thrilled him, but what really thrilled him was that late that night, about a half hour before closing, with just a few customers in the café, Emily came in by herself. She was wearing jeans, a white peasant blouse that revealed her shoulders and a yellow silk scarf around her neck. She looked very different from the way she did at the office. She sat at a small table in the corner and smiled when their eyes met. She ordered a glass of red wine and listened to him play. When he played, he looked up at the ceiling with his eyes closed as if praying for the music to come to him, but a few times he glanced over at Emily and loved how she was listening with a slight smile on her lips and her eyes gazing at him as if seeing him for the first time. Orrin knew this would be his last piece before the café closed. Only one couple remained, finishing their dinner. Orrin decided to play the Rhapsody for Emily and could tell she recognized it by the way she smiled and closed her eyes and listened. Orrin played it slowly. He knew he had never played anything more beautifully and could feel tears in his eyes and on his cheeks as he played, even though his eyes were closed. When he finished, the other couple got up, put some money in his jar and left. Emily still sat at her table and after Orrin put his guitar in his case, he went over. “Mind if I join you?” he asked, carrying his ...