Page 22 of His Strings Make Her Legs Sing
“Oooooohhh . . . See, I’ve been watching you for a while. . . You have made that a possibility . . .” Her eyes closed. “All you gotta do is say . . .” The emotion in Sundae’s voice had the room silent.
The audience swayed as her sister spoke in the ad-libs. They had their own flare to a song that I dared to say made it better than the British originators of the song. When I glanced at Marco, his eyes were locked in on Wynsdae.That boy is in love.
“Sex is gonna be made tonight . . . You make me soooo, so . . .” Sundae sang like she was in a concert with no one but me in the audience. My strings stroked the vibration of her words as they flowed out of her mouth into the air. “Can I have you . . .”
When she hit that high note, the crowd was off their feet as they should have been. The note was perfect just like her. As the notes to the song eased out, the band transitioned smoothly to the homegirl from Philly. It was Wynsdae’s turn to tell us a few ways to love her. “Is it the way . . .”
My baby was serving in the background. Our eyes locked every time she glanced in my direction. My strings complementing her voice was an intimacy all within itself.Saxophone break.Marco lightly tapped and I kept the flow nice and smooth. Yeah, we were going to have to incorporate a night like this at least once a month on top of the karaoke night and charge a fucking cover.
Someone in the audience screamed out for the ladies to tell them how he loved them. I wasn’t surprised because they sang this song the first time. They anticipated the request when they sent over the set list to let us know the arrangement would be more of the live feel than the studio vibe. I knew the crowd would love that slow tempo sliding into a little more upbeat one.
“Marco, you betta play those fuckin’ drums boy!” Wynsdae stopped singing to blurt. “Now that’s how that nigga love me!”Welp, I guess I was right.
We rocked out on that song until it was over. “Alright, y’all okay out there?” Sundae asked. After the audience told her they were loving it, she smiled. “I’m happy y’all are vibing with us. We’re going to give y’all one more, then we’re going to go be grown and sexy with our men if y’all don’t mind.”
Marco and I laughed at the banter that the sisters and the crowd entered into. Women in the audience told Sundae and Wynsdae to get their fine ass men. They weren’t shy about letting the women know that they planned to.
Sundae laughed when someone told her I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She glanced over her shoulder before she walked over to me and put her lips on mine. I grabbed her chin to keep her locked in so everyone knew that she was my one. She sucked on my tongue for a second when it slipped into her mouth. Her smile was wide when she pulled back.Damn, I think I’m in love.
She strutted back to the microphone as the crowd clapped, hooted, and hollered. Her cheeks were so high. “Alright, y’all mind if I let it rain for a minute? I want to tell y’all about a rain that I don’t need an umbrella for.” When the band was signaledby Wynsdae, the beat dropped. “Sometimes it’s soft as a misty rain . . .”
Sundae was not as outgoing as her sister, but when she was on stage in her element, she was a different woman. It was almost a shame that neither of them desired to do the music thing professionally. They damn sure could if they ever wanted to. They harmonized effortlessly. The shit was beautiful. When the last note in the song was sung, the entire room erupted. The entire set was phenomenal.
The crowd didn’t calm down until we were off the stage and back at our booth. Dora came on the stage to reopen the karaoke list. The set must have put people in the mood because people went up to all three stations. I wrapped my arm around her to pull her into me. “I want you to try to sing to me when I’m in that pussy later.” I spoke into her ear.
Her neck snapped in my direction, then she laughed. “What, Citrell? Try to sing to you!” She giggled, then cupped my cheeks in her hands. “You want me to sing to you, baby?”
“Nah, I want you to try. You won’t be able to, but I want you to try,” I said. When her face contorted and she asked me why she wouldn’t be able to, my eyebrow arched. “Sundae, if you can actually sing while I’m in the pussy, then I’m not fuckin’ you right.”
She gasped before she guffawed. When her head fell back it felt like an invitation to kiss her neck. I had no problem with accepting the invitation.
“Don’t you look cozy?” a female’s voice said from beside us. My face left one of my favorite places to turn my attention to the voice. The voice was attached to the last person I wanted to see.
“Iesha, what the fuck are you doing here? Like why? Just why the fuck?” My irritation was sitting on the ledge, and she only said four damn words. I felt my baby’s eyes on me. I switchedmy focus to her. “Baby, I apologize for whatever ignorant shit is about to happen.”
Sundae’s eyes were tight. I couldn’t tell if she was upset with me, Iesha, or the situation. “There’s no need for you to apologize for things that you can’t control. I suggest you control what you can, however.”
I heard her warning. My head slowly turned to Iesha when I heard her suck her teeth. “Citrell, you’re rude as hell not introducing me to your lil’ girlfriend.” She reached her hand across me toward Sundae. “Hi, I’m Iesha, his baby’s mother.”
Before Sundae could react, Wynsdae smacked her hand away. “See, my sister is the nice one, but I’m not. Now, this is not my establishment, so I can’t tell you that you are not welcome in it. This is my table, though, and you are not welcome here. Miss Iesha, don’t you have a child to continue to not take care of?” Wynsdae’s eyes landed on me. “No disrespect, brother-in-law.”
With a chuckle, I let her know that I wasn’t disrespected. “What’s up, Iesha? Why are you here?”
She had yet to take her glare off Wynsdae. I took the time to look around because I had a feeling she had a little spy in here. Everyone was in their own little world around the room from what I could see. I was about to place my attention back on the silly bitch that was in front of me until I saw a small table of females that seemed overly vested in what was going on over here. When they noticed my eyes on them, they turned away.A table full of silly bitches.
“Well, I happened to see that you guys were having a live performance, so I tuned into your page. I could feel the vibe through the screen, so I decided to come feel it in person.” Her snippy tone couldn’t be missed. “Sundae, your voice is beautiful. Citrell, I see why you’re attracted to her. I was confused at first, because I never knew you liked them fat.”
She had me fucked up. I was about to light her ass up, but Sundae burst into laughter. It was that hard, side holding kind of laugh. “Did you really just call me fat? Is that really what your forty-year-old mind told you to say? Please tell me that it wasn’t.”
While she continued to laugh, I side eyed the hell out of her.Is this when I find out my woman is crazy as fuck?When I glanced at Wynsdae, it was clear that this was normal for her. Marco looked concerned and Iesha looked plain scared.
Her laughter stopped abruptly.Oh, shit! My baby is crazy.“Iesha, my size should be the least of your worries. Thank you for the compliment about my voice. It truly is a blessing to have such a wonderful gift. Let me tell you what wouldn’t be a blessing for you. If I decide to talk about your inability to be a good mother or person for that matter.
“I’m really a nice person, but you made my ass itch when Citrell told me about you. Now that I’ve actually met you, my ass is completely inflamed. Get the fuck away from this table before I feel the need to get up and prescribe my fist to your face to make me feel better.” Sundae sat there without smiling and a balled fist atop the table.
Wynsdae giggled. “Not my friendly ass sister telling you she’s going to punch you in your face. Wow!”
“You’re going to let your bitch fight your battles?” Iesha said with the tightest face. “I mean, I knew you were a bitch, but damn. This is a new level of bitch for you, Citrell.”
