Tollie's Garden Pt.2 - Sex Stories

Tollie's Garden Pt.2

... drink, not wine like we’d had at dinner. I was underage, but we always managed to get beer and I was almost nineteen now. Anyway, he ran up to his apartment and got us two cans of beer. I remember it was Guinness Ale and not Budweiser, which is what my friends and I usually drank. I felt relaxed with him, not like I felt in the kitchen with my mom. It was weird when Mom came out and stood on the back porch and saw us sitting in front of the carriage house, drinking beer. She waved and I could tell by the way she looked at me that she thought it was strange that I had been working in the garden. I was glad when she didn’t come down and went back inside. I knew she would be leaving for work soon and it wouldn’t be good to have beer on her breath, but I also knew she would say something to me as soon as she got the chance. We sat there for a while, drinking beer, enjoying the leisure after working so hard and I liked that he looked at me when we talked. His eyes always seemed to see inside of me in a way I had never experienced with anyone else. He always had a question that surprised me and made me think and that afternoon he asked me something that changed my life. I didn’t realize it at the time, but he asked me if I remembered anything from when I was younger that I really enjoyed. I had to think for a while, but I suddenly remembered I liked making things with clay. I went to a day camp when I was eleven when we lived in Hoboken. I signed up for a pottery class and I ...

... remember making a bowl and a mug and that I loved how it looked when I glazed it and saw it come out of the kiln. It was thrilling. I gave the mug to my mom and she used it for coffee and I ate cereal out of the bowl. I remember the bowl was blue and the mug was a bright orange, so I told Tollie how much I loved that. It all came back. He looked at me and smiled and I wondered what he was thinking. He asked me what I was doing that night and I said I wasn’t sure, probably something with my boyfriend Tristan and he nodded and said, “cool.” He told me he was going to work on a story he’s been writing, and also, he was in the middle of reading a good novel and was looking forward to doing that, but I also had the feeling he wanted to be with me. I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was my imagination working overtime. But then he said something that surprised me. He said he wanted to play me a piece of music he liked and he wanted to know how it made me feel. I was intrigued and said I would like that. We went up to his apartment and he put on a CD. He opened up another beer and poured each of us a glass since it was his last can. When he pushed the button on the CD player, he told me it was Rachmaninoff’s Second Piano Concerto . He told me a little about it. He said it was unusual because most concertos start out with the orchestra and the piano comes in, but this one started with the piano. He told me Rachmaninoff had been blocked and unable to write anything and went to a hypnotist to see if ...