The Blue Guitar - Sex Stories

The Blue Guitar

... to her desk, took a deep breath and just as he opened his mouth and said, “How about…” the telephone rang. She looked up at him, lifting her finger again, then answered the phone. “Oh, hello dear. I’m so glad to hear your voice.” Orrin stood there and pretended he wasn’t listening to Emily’s happy voice, “Of course, I’d love to have dinner with you and go to see that movie. I heard that Julia Roberts is great in it.” She paused. “See you at six. I love you, too.” When she hung up she looked at Orrin with that smile that made his heart leap. “Were you getting ready to ask me something?” “ No. I was just wanted to see if the flowers were okay.” “ Well, I think they’re fine, Orrin.” She nodded and went back to working on her computer. Orrin stood at the edge of her desk and looked at the yellow daisies and the red zinnias, then at Emily. He stood there with his hands in his pocket. After a minute, she turned to face him. “What’s wrong, Orrin?” “ Nothing, Emily. Nothing’s wrong.” He glanced over at Gloria standing at the filing cabinet. She turned and looked at Orrin, and then at Emily. Orrin took a deep breath and stood there wishing he could think of something to say, but he couldn't. His mind was clay. Emily turned back to her computer and continued what she was doing. Orrin hated how shy and awkward he was around her. He knew it was stupid to ask her if she wanted gum, but he never knew what to say. If only I could get her to hear my music she would know who I am. He knew ...

... that his music was special. He didn’t know why, or how he had come to love playing the guitar, but it changed his life. Something comes over me when I play, and I can say through my music what I can’t say in words. He remembered the day his life changed and often thought how things happen that impact your life in ways you can't explain. When Orrin was twelve, they moved to Roxboro because of a man his mom had met on the internet. They had just moved the week before. His mom and dad split when he was three and Orrin barely remembered him. They were never married and she had Orrin when she was nineteen, so it was just Orrin and his mother. He didn’t know any of the kids at school since they all had cliques and he was so shy. It was a Saturday and Orrin had decided to explore the town and was walking down Ridge Avenue past different stores when he walked by one that sold musical instruments. He was surprised when he saw the sign over the front door, Music for the Ages , and something made him stop and look in the window. He saw a drum set, trumpet, keyboard piano, banjo, and a violin, but what caught his eye was the blue guitar in the corner of the window. Orrin was drawn to that guitar. Something about the color and shape sent a tingle through him, and instantly, he knew he had to have that guitar. He must have stood there for ten minutes just staring at it before he went inside. He heard a bell jingle over the door and saw an old man with shaggy white hair and wire-rimmed glasses ...