Tollie's Garden Pt.2 - Sex Stories

Tollie's Garden Pt.2

... that would help and it did. He was able to write this concerto after many years of not composing. I was impressed by how much Tollie knew. I told him I never listened to classical music but wanted to hear this. Then he said he just wanted me to hear the second movement and not the whole thing. “I want you to close your eyes and then tell me what it brings to your mind.” When he put it on, he sat down on the couch and I sat in his soft chair, noticing his thick notebook on the table. When the music came on, I closed my eyes. It was just a piano and violins and was really soft and slow, really slow. I sat back listening but opened my eyes and looked over at him, saw his eyes were closed, so I closed my eyes again. I wondered why he wanted me to listen to this and tell him what I thought, and then I just let my mind go blank and listened. I still remember how it made me feel. I felt love. I listened to the piano and felt the music expressing sweet tender love and I was swept up in the soft gentle sound of the piano weaving slowly in and out and around the violins. I had never heard anything so beautiful, and somehow I remembered Tollie reading me his poem the night before, but this was different. When it was over, both of us were quiet. He looked at me and I looked at him. I didn’t want to say anything but being with him and hearing that music was something I will never forget. Finally, he asked me what I felt listening to it. I told him I felt love--the music was love, tender ...

... love, but somewhat sad like longing or yearning. I told him I thought it was so beautiful and thanked him for playing it for me, then I asked why he wanted me to hear it. He smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “I wanted to know what it made you feel—that’s all. I wanted you to hear that music because I wanted to introduce you to pure poetry—something beyond words, something that expresses the inexpressible, something that would reach inside of you and touch you and I’m glad it did.” I often think back to that afternoon, listening to that music and how it felt in his apartment and I knew I would never forget what he was giving me. I knew I was falling in love with him. That night, Tristan came over and we watched some dumb movie. He brought over a pizza. We smoked a joint and hung out, but a few times I went to the window and looked up and saw Tollie at his table, writing. Tristan kept putting his arms around me and playing with my tits and I started to get turned on. He was a good kisser and knew my hot spots, but I told him I wasn’t in the mood. He got insistent, but I pushed him away a few times and said I was sorry I just wasn’t into it tonight. I felt bad but somehow, as great a guy as Tristan was, something had changed in me, and I knew what it was but didn’t know what to do about it. After he left, it was about eleven and I knew he was bothered by how I was acting and tried to be a good sport. Though we kissed goodnight and said we’d talk tomorrow, I heard him slam his car ...