Page 25 of His Strings Make Her Legs Sing
That night when I came over, we watched movies together. She would ask me questions throughout the movie about myself or my and her father’s relationship. My soul left my body when she asked me if her father asked me to marry him, would I? She really expected an answer too. I told her that it depended on when he asked. I thought that would suffice because she gave me a cutesy nod and went back to watching the movie.
Fast forward to two days later. She asked me if he asked me today whether I would say yes. Stuck . . . I was fucking stuck. She asked me when I was doing her nails. I told her that I cared for her father and even loved him, but I wanted to get to know him a little more. Yes, I professed my love for Citrell to his daughter first. I knew she would tell because she and her little best friend can’t keep shit to themselves.
A few days later, we were eating dinner, and between a bite of her mashed potatoes and pot roast, she asked her father if he knew that I loved him.Welp, there it goes!He told her that he didn’t know, and he was happy that he did now. Later that night, he told me that he loved me when we were alone. I appreciated Callira’s nosiness at that moment. Not only did I love her father, but I loved her as well. The more I was around her outside of school helped us bond together on a deeper level.
The conversation that her father and I had to have with her about her not being shown special treatment because I was her father’s girlfriend was needed. When I overheard her tell another student that she could do what she wanted because Miss Sundae was her daddy’s girlfriend and I was at their house all the time, I knew we had to have the conversation. We had the conversation, but it didn’t stick until I had to punish her for going into the snack closet without permission because she wanted another snack. I told her that she couldn’t participate in karaoke for two weeks.
She told me that she hated me for ten seconds. That was literally her words.I hate you, but only for ten seconds.She crossed her arms over her chest, looked at me with a scowl, and counted to ten. Once the ten seconds were up, she smiled, then told me that she liked me again.
Her mother had no idea what a beautiful child she was missing out on. She had this beautiful hair down her back that I braided for her the other day and put beads on the end. You couldn’t tell her shit now. The clinking of those beads was her sound of greatness.
When her mother showed up at Wicked Strings, I was floored. Citrell and I had a few conversations about her, but we never discussed her physical appearance. Iesha was gorgeous with a body that either was paid for or God truly blessed her. I loved my body, don’t get me wrong. I was thick and shapely where she was no waist with a fat ass. I saw the features that her daughter shared with her.
I hated when the first insult a female dished out to me was about my weight. Yes, I was what doctors would call obese. You could say that about me, but you could never call me ugly. De’Cymber and Samuel created gorgeous children. When Chuck kicked her out, I knew that it wouldn’t be the last that we saw of her. I just never imagined that she would come for Citrell like this.
“Did this bitch really file a contempt of court for hinderance of visitation?” There went that ass itching. “Wasn’t she the one that said she had better things to do than sit in the house with Callira?” He let me listen to the recording that he took of her talking shit.
He pulled me into his arms. “Yeah, she did, but I’m not about to stress about that shit. That’s for my attorney to stress about. Iesha is stupid as fuck.” I loved how he didn’t let himself stressabout things. He assigned the stress to the person that could do something about it.
He gripped my ass as his lips locked onto mine.Great, now I’m horny.It took very little to get me horny these days. “Citrell, stop before I take you down in the bathroom with everyone in the backyard.”
His eyes tightened before laughter followed his smile. “Take me down though? Yeah, I got a little game in store for you tomorrow night. You told me the other day that your mother taught you and your sister chord changes in music to arrange songs. Should I assume that includes guitar cord changes?”
My brow peaked. “What do you have up your sleeve, Citrell?” When he told me to answer the question, I told him yes with a smirk.
“Bet. I need you to freshen up on the chord changes of your favorite song. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll be able to get you to say yes all night.” His lips went to my neck.
I didn’t think that I’d ever been so excited to study chord changes. “Okay, I’ll take the challenge. You know I love challenges.”
Let’s Play A Game . . .
A bitch was ready. When I realized after I listened to my favorite song a few times that it would take more than a day to get the chords to the song down, I asked for more time. Citrell granted it to me, but he still busted the pussy wide open that night. I appreciated it greatly.
I have listened to the song hundreds of times to learn the guitar chord changes. My mother and sister came over to help identify them for a few hours a day for a damn week. I had to call him to make sure it was the studio version and not the live, because if it was the live, I would have surrendered or needed more time. The sigh of relief that came over me when he said it was the studio version. I thanked God that the song only had four main chords. That made it a little easier to pull them out of the song. It helped that the chords were pretty much the same.
Tonight was the night that it all came together. I had no idea what the game was or how it correlated with the chords, but we would find out. All I knew was that I was ready to find out.
He picked me up from my house and took me on a beautiful date in the park. We sat and ate from a basket of food that he made himself. It was the most intimate date that I think I had experienced. Now we were back at his house prepared to play his little game. “Okay, Citrell, I think I’ve waited long enough. What is the game?”
He kissed my neck. We were already in the bed and had a very intense fuck session. I couldn’t fathom how it could get any better.
“Alright, first I want you to tell me the main chords in your favorite song. That will tell me if you have a chance. If you get it wrong, we’re not playing.” His voice was more serious than I expected it to be.
My head slowly bucked back. “Oh, you think I didn’t do my homework, sir?” My arms covered my bare breasts. I’ll have you know the main chords for the song are Gm11, Fm11, Ebm11, and Dbmaj7.”
He pulled his head back with a satisfied smile. “Okay, I see you.” He reached behind him on the bedside table and grabbed something. It was a remote. “Alright, I’m going to play just theintro, and I want you to tell me the chord changes. Not when they are, but what they are. You got it?”
My head tilted to the side. “Play the intro.” I smiled at the smirk he gave me. He pressed the play button on the remote and the guitar flowed through the speakers of his home sound system. I closed my eyes and listened to the less than twenty seconds that he played. I wore a knowing smile when my eyes opened. “There you have G, F, E, D.” I gave him the notes in shorthand.
“Okay, okay, I see you on your shit tonight,” he commended me. I’m going to play the rest of the intro. You think you can handle that?” he asked smugly.
There was no need for me to answer the question. I just closed my eyes as the indicator for him to start the music.See I’ve been watching you for a while . . .
I listened attentively as my soul and body moved to the emotion of the words. The rest of the intro was another fifteen seconds. I knew that because of how I broke the song down over the week to learn the chords. With my eyes still closed I responded. “G, F, E, D, G, F, E, D.”
He nodded when my eyes opened to gaze at him. “Cool. Now, that shit was simple because the chords pretty much remained the same but at varying octaves.” His brow arched. “Let’s skip to the chorus.” His smile was mischievous when he pressed the play, then fast forward button.
All you gotta do is say yes.That was all he gave me. It was a trick to this one right here because I couldn’t shorthand these notes, and there was an added one that wasn’t a main chord.
