The Blue Guitar - Sex Stories

The Blue Guitar

... half-finished glass of wine. “ Of course not.” She smiled up at him. “ I’m glad you came to listen to me play.” He sat down. “ I’m glad I did, too. I love your music. It’s really special, and I love the piece you wrote for me. I haven’t stopped thinking about it. No one has ever done that for me before. I was really touched.” “ Thank you.” He smiled and sipped his wine. He didn’t know what else to say, but was glad that Emily was beginning to see that he was a lot more than a janitor, something he had hoped would eventually happen. Orrin knew Julie and the others wanted to clean up and close, but they didn’t seem to mind that the two of them were sitting and finishing their wine. While they were talking, Orrin kept looking at Emily’s blue-green eyes, her long dark hair halfway down her back and liked how she looked in the low-cut peasant style blouse and jeans. I don't believe she's here. She's so beautiful. “ When I came here with my boyfriend, I was surprised to see you. I had no idea you played the guitar.” “ There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Orrin said, gradually feeling more confident and sensing her interest in him. “ What else don’t I know about you?” She sipped her wine and looked at him over the rim of her glass. “ Well, I’m not just a janitor. I’m a composer and I’ve been playing the guitar since I was twelve. You already know I’m shy and do stupid things like offering you gum when I don’t know what to say.” “ But you brought me flowers…that was sweet of ...

... you.” “ Well, I thought you would like them.” “ I can’t tell you how much I love your music. You're so talented. I came here tonight because I couldn’t stop thinking about the song you wrote for me, but it was something else I felt.” “ What did you feel? I’d love to know. I never get the chance to talk to anyone about my music. Playing here is good and people give me tips so I know they like it, but would you tell me what you felt?” “ Passion, I felt your passion, but when I watched you play with your eyes closed, it’s as if you are someplace else, in another world. It’s fascinating. How did you learn to play like that?” “ You’re going to think this is strange, but when I was twelve, I saw this guitar I play in a music store. There was something about the blue color that made me want to touch it and I knew I had to have it. I wasn’t sure why at the time, but the guy who made it, gave it to me and taught me how to play. His real name was Apollo, you know, like the Greek god of music, but everyone called him Paul, and he said I was meant to have this guitar and that was how I learned.” “ Apollo, that is strange. I’ve never heard of anyone named Apollo.” “ I know. He was a master and he taught me how to play, but I had to stop taking lessons when my mom and I moved. He inspired me, and all I've ever wanted to do from the day I met Apollo was play and compose music.” Emily gazed into Orrin's eyes, seemingly captivated by what she was hearing. She just looked at him and finished her ...