The Bed You Make: An Urban Hood Drama

by Tamicka Higgins

  “Mmhmm,” Ice said. “Well, like we was textin’ last night and the night before and the night before, you already know what I want. When you gon’ let me get in that pussy? I know you saw the dick pic I sent you.”

  “I did,” Sparkle said, smiling. “Mmhmm.” His erection was average length, probably no more than seven inches. However, his girth was really what counted. He wasn’t as thick as a pop can or anything like that, but his girth mixed with the upward curve in his shaft looked as if it would be very enjoyable. “So, when you gon’ bring it over?”

  “You said you free now?” Ice asked. “Can a nigga come over now?”

  “Yeah,” Sparkle said, pulling off from the gas station so she could zip home and get ready. “I’mma text you my address. Hope you don’t just not show up.”

  The sound of jingling keys came through the phone. “A nigga is already on his way,” Ice said. “Hope you ain’t like a lot of these otha chicks that just wanna play with a nigga’s heart and not really be serious. Chicks always breakin’ a nigga’s heart and stompin’ on it.”

  Ice’s voice and swag mixed with his sarcasm turned Sparkle on even more. She hung up with Ice, sent her address to him, and zoomed back to her new apartment. Even though she’d been there for two weeks, everything still felt new. And thanks to her having no credit rather than bad credit, she was actually able to go and get some decent furniture with payments and interest that weren’t too bad.

  Sparkle, having showered and gotten dressed in something a little cuter but more casual, opened the door when Ice knocked. She looked up at his bulky figure, his grill shining in the light coming into the hallway from the large window downstairs. The scent of his cologne rushed into the doorway and greeted Sparkle as she backed out of the way, hugging Ice.

  “Okay, okay,” Ice said, looking around. “This place ain’t too bad.”

  Ice followed Sparkle around as she did a quick tour of the place. He made sure to purposely stay in back of her so he could get a good view of her ass as well as the deep arch in his back. He found it interesting that Sparkle managed to end the mini-tour at the back of the apartment, in her bedroom. Her body, demeanor, and looks turned Ice on to no extent. His manhood was already on its rise in his pants. Gently, Ice gripped Sparkle’s waist and pushed up against her.

  “You know I been thinkin’ about that ass since I meant you at the store,” Ice whispered in Sparkle’s ear. “You been thinkin’ about this dick?”

  “Mmhmm,” Sparkle said, nodding her head. There was nothing like the feeling of a big, strong man holding her tight. Her insides were getting moist; she was ready to feel what she’d seen in the picture. “You been thinkin’ about this pussy?”

  Ice chuckled. “I don’t know,” he answered seductively. “I mean, you know how you chicks are. You wanna see a nigga’s dick first, but ain’t try’na show the pussy and what it look like.”

  “That’s different,” Sparkle said. “A pussy is a pussy. It don’t change a whole lot. A dick, on the other hand, can. I mean, I had to check you first. What if you had a small one?”

  Ice laughed. “Naw,” he said, “I ain’t got that problem, thank God.” He slid his hand between Sparkle’s legs and fingered her through her pants. “Let a nigga see this pussy.”

  Sparkle, ready to get things going, pulled her pants down and climbed onto the bed. With her ass up in the air, she shook her waist so her cheeks would clap together. She sighed and moaned when she felt Ice kissing on her, pressing his face into her ass. His tongue started to get a little wild, running down from her asshole to her pussy. Ice gripped Sparkle’s waist as hard as he could and flipped her over like she was a rag doll. Sparkle could already tell, by his player demeanor, that Ice wasn’t the kind of guy she’d try to get into a relationship with. But she could also tell that he could probably put it down well in the bedroom.

  Ice feasted on Sparkle for several minutes, ramming the sides of his head into her fat thighs. Then, in movements full of lust and attraction, he slid up and dropped his pants. Sparkle squealed when he pushed his way inside of her. “Damn, nigga!” she said. “This dick is so fat.”

  ***

  After some real stretching of her insides, Sparkle felt as if she were riding on Cloud Nine. The sex wasn’t quite as good as it had been with John that afternoon in his bedroom, but that had been spontaneous sex with someone from the past. Sparkle enjoyed fresh dick, and liked even more that Ice wasn’t the kind of guy to hang around for too long after she got what she wanted. The last thing she needed right now was a man who wanted a chick to cook for him or give him a ride. Because something had happened with the mother of his child, Ice hopped right on up after he came and was gone, promising Sparkle that he’d be back by slapping both of her ass cheeks as if she were a stripper.

  Sparkle felt a little concerned when she saw that John’s mother hadn’t called. So, she went ahead and sent the woman a text, asking when she wanted for her to come and pick him up. At this point, the sun had long fallen out of the sky. She lay in her bed, rubbing her stomach and thinking about the girth of Ice’s manhood.

  As Sparkle was drifting off to take an after-sex nap, her phone started buzzing. It was John calling. “Hello?” she answered, digging her face out of the pillow.

  “Yeah, what you doin’?” John asked.

  “Just about to take a nap,” Sparkle answered. “Had some company over and they just left and now I was gonna take a nap for a minute.”

  “Yeah,” John said. “Well, I got some stuff for Isaac. Let me talk to him real quick. I wanna drop this shit off ‘cause I got some places to be later on, but let me talk to him.”

  “Actually, John,” Sparkle said, “he not here right now. He with your mama, actually.”

  “Oh, yeah?” John asked. “How did that happen, Sparkle? I don’t remember you askin’ me about gettin’ in touch with my mama or nothin’ like that.”

  “I ain’t have to, John,” Sparkle said, giggling. “I mean, what the fuck I gotta ask you for if my little boy wants to go and spend time with his grandma? I got her number when I was over at the family function. You remember, don’t you? Your family is clearly happy to have me back on the scene. That’s why when I called your mother, she was like hell yes, bring him right on over.”

  John groaned then said, “Okay, Sparkle. I’m around the corner from your place right now. Let me go on and drop this shit off for Isaac so I can be on my way and shit.”

  Sparkle groaned and shook her head, hating the way John always thought the world revolved around him. “Okay,” she said, climbing out of the bed. “I’m up and waitin’ on you.”

  The conversation ended and Sparkle went to the living room to wait. Less than ten minutes passed and John knocked at the door. Sparkle let him in and said hello.

  “Sorry to fuck up your nap like this,” John said, walking in with various bags. “I just wanted to drop this shit off for Isaac. I mean, since you found you a place and shit here, I figured I could help him out with gettin’ the room together or somethin’.”

  “No, that’s fine,” Sparkle said. She then pointed toward the hallway. “You remember where his room is from the last time you came over here.”

  Sparkle marched away, toward the hallway. John followed, trying to not look at how big her ass looked in her red sweatpants. It seemed that the older she got, the more her behind would jiggle when she walked. John joked to himself, in his head, about how such a crazy head was attached to such a sexy body.

  John dropped the shopping bags off in Isaac’s room. Before he walked back out of the room, he couldn’t help but look around and think about what his life would be like if he could actually live with his son. The great thing about having Sparkle come to stay with him was that he got to see his little boy every day. At times, especially when he and Sparkle weren’t disagreeing about something, it really seemed like they were a family.

  Sparkle waited for John out in the living room. She went ahead and started getting some food togeth
er for tomorrow, as she remembered she had some meat that she wanted to use before it spoiled. Sparkle turned around and looked at John, feeling his presence and that he was standing in the middle of the living room.

  “All right,” John said. “I ain’t mean to disturb you or nothin’ like that.”

  “No, you’re fine, John,” Sparkle said. “I mean, I wasn’t doin’ nothin’ anyway. You can chill for a minute if you want. I mean, I spent the last several weeks at your place and shit. You can chill at mine if you want.”

  John thought about it, looking at his phone and knowing that he had another hour and a half to kill before he had to be at the next place. He went ahead and plopped down on the couch. After several quiet seconds, the two started to engage in conversation. First, they talked about the election. They then talked about some mutual friends they had back when and how Sparkle felt like leaving Dayton and coming to Cincinnati was truly turning a new leaf. She felt so proud of herself that she’d found a job and place here. And she truly hoped that she’d be able to give Isaac a better life. She stressed how hard it was to raise a child all on her own, causing John to notice.

  “Sparkle, it ain’t have to be that way and you know it,” John said. “You always talkin’ that shit like you don’t remember when I was actually try’na be with you and stuff.”

  “Boy, stop,” Sparkle said. “You not really try’na be with me. I was in love with you, even though we never said that kinda shit, back when and you did nothin’ but diss me. You did nothin’ but act like I ain’t exist, prolly somewhere smashin’ some otha chick or somethin’, thinkin’ that it was gon’ be better.”

  “Naw,” John said, standing up. “You know that shit is a lie, Sparkle. You know it! I was try’na be with you so we could be a family and shit, but you was try’na hang with them niggas down in the clubs and shit and actin’ like a nigga didn’t even exist.”

  Sparkle looked at John and shook her head. “I swear, you be makin’ up lies,” she said. “You really be tryin’ hard, don’t you, John? John, I don’t know if we could ever work. I be wantin’ to work with you and you be actin’ like I’m invisible.”

  “Well, if that was the case,” John said, “then you wouldn’t be snappin’ on me and shit when I just be try’na help. You pushed me away even when I was try’na give us a chance and now you wanna act like it was all me.”

  “I ain’t say that it was all you,” Sparkle said, “but, shit, I sure didn’t see you runnin’ up to Dayton to see your son, so I don’t know what you mean. Ain’t no point in even talkin’ about this if you gon’ sit up and treat me like I’m nothin’.”

  John, unable to control himself, walked up to Sparkle. He put his hands on her waist and squeezed tightly. At first, Sparkle tried to push him away, but she soon couldn’t resist herself. Even with all of their disagreements, there was something about him pressing up against her that made her insides wet and her heart melt, even though she might not want to admit it.

  “Stop with all that,” John said, softly. “You know you be trippin’ on a nigga a lot and actin’ like you ain’t try’na have me around.”

  “If that was the case, then,” Sparkle said, “I wouldn’t have come to stay with you.”

  “Mmhmm,” John said, chuckling. “You really be actin’ like I’m just out here try’na run through these THOTS when you know for real, for real that I was try’na be with you. Sparkle, I was try’na be with you.”

  Sparkle broke away, shaking her head. “Yeah, you say that,” she said. “And I know you’ve had a lot goin’ on with Judge bein’ shot and killed and shit, so I know that you not really serious.”

  “Why you playin’?” John asked. “Huh, Sparkle? You know that if I really fuckin’ hated you like you said, then I wouldn’t have sat and chilled in your place until I gotta be where I’m goin’. Did you think about that, huh? Huh? If I really ain’t try’na be with you or be around you, then why would I have chilled here? You be the one that act like we can’t have no relationship, so I just go right along with it and be like okay, forget it. And I know I be talkin’ crazy sometime, but you know I got love for you.”

  “Yeah, you got a funny way of showin’ it,” Sparkle said.

  “Oh, do I?” John asked. “I know you felt that shit when I got deep in your pussy in my bedroom. You wanna walk around and act like you don’t think shit of it, but you know you still in love with a nigga. You know it, Sparkle. I saw the way you was lookin’ at me when I pulled my shit out. You was actin’ like all the memories was flowin’ back to you and shit.”

  “Boy, stop,” Sparkle said. “I was just bein’ nice cause I ain’t wanna hurt your feelings.”

  John laughed as Sparkle walked back into the kitchen. She moved some things around, acting as if she wasn’t really trying to come back out into the living room. Feeling bold and knowing that Sparkle was only putting her guard up because she felt she really had to, John decided to surprise her. He walked up to the kitchen doorway and yanked his pants and underwear down to his shoes. When he leaned up, he stretched his arms out and gripped the doorframe. His soft manhood dangled below his balls, slapping against his thighs anytime he moved.

  “Don’t tell me you don’t still think about a nigga,” John said. “Look at me in my face and say some shit like that.”

  Sparkle was oh so surprised when she turned toward the doorway and saw John’s manhood hanging right before her. Her mouth had already opened to say something, but the sight caused her to totally forget what she was going to say. “John, boy…”

  “What, Sparkle?” John asked. “What? I know you felt that shit when we was fuckin’. ‘Cause I felt that shit too. I know you felt it and you just don’t wanna admit it.” Even John was surprised by the words that came out of his mouth. Sparkling coming to stay with him had really changed the game. Plus, John was quickly learning a lot about life and how time really slips away. Seeing the mother of Judge’s children sob and wonder what they were going to do without him at the funeral really hit a spot in his mind. “Don’t nobody take the dick like you and I ain’t had no betta sex with nobody but you. Put that on everything. I don’t even know why you be playin’.”

  Sparkle looked into John’s eyes for longer than she had in years. Something was telling her that he was being really genuine, even after she’d had Ice over digging inside of her. Ice was just something to play with, but he certainly would never compete with John. John simply stood there, his pants down at his ankles, as Sparkle looked on. Seeing that she was taken aback, John knew he needed to remind her why they’d gotten together in the first place.

  “Look at you,” John said, smiling. “Look at you. Why don’t you stop playin’ and stop actin’ like we enemies and shit? Come over here and suck on this dick like you used to. You know you want to. I got otha chicks try’na get with me and shit, but shit, Sparkle. For real, for real, I been thinkin’ about you.”

  Sparkle truly wondered what had gotten into John. “John, how I know you ain’t try’na just get me to do somethin’ cause you horny or lonely or some shit and that this ain’t no game?”

  “What the fuck you mean?” John asked. “I just told you. Shit, I’m tired of the drama these hoes bring and shit and they not even worth it. Shit is fuckin’ real out here and niggas is really dyin’ and shit over bitches. That shit really got me to thinkin’ about everything. But, if you not try’na take a nigga seriously, then I guess I’ll just get my shit back on and get on with where I was goin’.”

  Sparkle watched as John started to lift his pants back up. Just as he’d pulled them up to his waist, Sparkle walked over and grabbed them. John asked her what she was doing, but she remained silent. He watched as Sparkle pulled his pants back down to his shins and she dropped down onto her knees. She couldn’t even lie to herself: she missed sucking on John’s manhood. Up in Dayton, she’d often find herself thinking about it even when she was mad at him.

  With John’s soft manhood in her hand, she took the head into her mouth a
nd gently sucked on it until it engorged to its massive erect size—a length that caused John to have to lean back and Sparkle to have to move back a few inches just so the head wouldn’t be forcing its way into her throat.

  John leaned his head back and looked up toward the ceiling. “Damn, you suckin’ on that dick good,” he said. Sparkle’s slurping sounds were oh so intoxicating. John looked down at her and smiled at the way she still tried to go as far down as she could on his shaft. They’d always had such good sex because they’d let feelings out during sex that they wouldn’t have normally let out when they were talking.

  Sparkle sucked John’s dick for dear life, working as hard as she could and really enjoying herself. When she pulled off to catch her breath, she looked up at John and smiled. “You sure you just no playin’ with me, John?” she asked. Spit dripped off of his shaft and onto the floor. “I mean, if we just try’na be fuck buddies cause that’s what it is, then that’s what it is.”

  John decided that the only way he could show Sparkle how he really felt was to do something he’d never done with a chick, not even Sparkle back when they were together. He backed up and leaned over, passionately kissing Sparkle only moments after his own penis had come out of her mouth. Like teenage lovers trying to get a little something in before any older people saw, he stuck his tongue into Sparkle’s mouth and made sure to be as passionate as possible.

  Sparkle looked at John when he leaned back up, pressing the head of his dick into her lips. “I’m fuckin’ serious,” John said, knowing that Sparkle was surprised by what had just happened.

  Sparkle, feeling her sense of hopelessness melt away, went back to sucking on John’s dick. He grabbed her head the way he never grabbed any other chick’s head. John would even stop the oral sex every few minutes to lean over and kiss Sparkle, as the tension between them melted away. John stood in the kitchen doorway with his hands gripping the frame as the mother of his child was on her knees, orally pleasing him. The feeling was strange to him, to say the least, but it certainly felt better whether either of them knew it or not.