The Bed You Make: An Urban Hood Drama

by Tamicka Higgins

  “Naw, naw,” John said, knowing that he needed to reassure Sparkle that he wasn’t going to let his son and his mother wind up on the street. “Chill out, Sparkle. Chill the fuck out. You can stay here as long as you need until you get back on your feet. Shit, I can even do the daycare thing if you need. I know you don’t think I can take care of my son, but you forget that I fuckin’ love my son as much as you do, Sparkle. I’m here for you if you need me, but you gotta work with me and communicate so I can help you get back on track and get your shit together. You really be actin’ like I’m try’na hurt you when that ain’t even the case and you know it. You used to do that same shit when we was together and shit…always blowin’ up over nothin’.”

  “I know, I know,” Sparkle said, calming down. “I’m just scared and lonely and, honestly, feeling a little lost. I’m in this city where I really don’t belong and shit, so I just don’t know what to do at times.”

  For some reason—perhaps the view of his child’s mother from behind—John’s manhood woke up. At first, he reached into his pocket and moved his growing manhood around. It wasn’t long before he felt nervous because he knew his sweatpants would be bulging. As much as he didn’t care for Sparkle’s attitude, and never had, her body was simply the best. And when she calmed down, she was actually pleasant to be around. He couldn’t help but reminisce about the great, long-lasting sex they used to have before Isaac was born and everything had fallen apart.

  Not really knowing why his legs pulled his body ahead, John walked up closer to Sparkle. He pressed his bulge into her butt.

  “What you doin’, nigga?” Sparkle asked, with a smile on her face. “John?”

  Sparkle felt something hard pressing into her lower back. She reached back and grabbed John’s bulge. He was rock hard, his shaft reaching to the side and over his leg. She felt herself getting turned on—getting wet between her legs.

  “You know what I’m doin’,” John said. “You know exactly what I’m doin’. I know what you need to do to calm down and shit. Just chill out.” He kissed the back of her neck, thinking with his dick instead of his brain. He was so hard that his manhood throbbed. The fact that Sparkle smelled good, as usual, only made him even harder. “You know you want some of this dick, Sparkle. Don’t act like you don’t.”

  “But we ain’t together,” Sparkle said, pushing her words through her light moans. Feeling John pressed up against the back of her caused her to shiver. Even though they couldn’t get along in a relationship, she would never deny that he could certainly put it down in the bedroom and make her feel like a new woman.

  “So?” John asked. “Why we gotta be together? It is what it is. We both know that we ain’t really good together in a relationship and shit, but that don’t mean that some stuff ain’t good.”

  Sparkle turned around and looked into John’s eyes. She never pulled her hands away from his bulge. Her lips formed a smile as she squeezed John’s shaft. “Nigga, you not serious,” she said, pushing back him and toward the bed.

  John’s hands held Sparkle by the waist. His real weakness was her thick thighs. When they’d been together, there was no better place to put his head than between them. The feeling of her jiggly legs pressing against the sides of his head and face drove him over the wall.

  A light chuckle slipped out of John’s mouth as he stepped up to the bedroom window. He looked down at his car and saw that Judge and Camron were standing outside of it, on the sidewalk, as if they were waiting for him to come back. He pulled his phone out and sent them a text, letting them know that it was about to go down and that he needed about ten minutes for a good quickie. He closed the blinds, not even waiting for one of them to respond.

  Sparkle watched as John turned around, his hard dick looking as if it were trying to break free from his sweatpants. She licked her lips, not realizing that she was doing so as John stepped forward. It wasn’t long before the two of them were kissing passionately, for the first time in nearly four years. Sparkle’s hands groped John’s throbbing bulge as he whispered in her ear, “Let me smash that pussy before I roll out real quick.”

  Sparkle looked into his eyes, questioning what she was doing. Then again, what did she have to lose? And since she wouldn’t be living here very long, whatever went down between the two of them right now probably wouldn’t go far because once the lovemaking stopped, the idea of them being in a relationship just wasn’t all that feasible. Sparkle glanced at the bedroom door.

  “What about Isaac, John?” she asked.

  “Don’t worry about him, Sparkle,” John responded, gently pulling Sparkle’s pants down over her plump thighs. “You know how he get when he on that computer. He don’t hear nothin’ that is goin’ on and don’t care. Just don’t make a lotta noise. I’mma make this quick so I can get goin’.”

  Sparkle had nothing else to say. Her insides were craving for the deep, long stroking that John always gave. She stood still as he pulled her pants down then slid them over her feet. He kissed her then slashed his tongue against her nipples. The two laughed softly as John said, “I know you remember my favorite position.”

  Sparkle looked into John’s eyes with this look of lust that drove him crazy. She turned and bent over the bed, arching her back. John slapped her ass cheeks then grabbed a handful. “Goddamn, this ass is still big as fuck,” he said. “Shit.”

  “Boy, stop,” Sparkle said, trying to not blush. “You know you always liked it.”

  “Hell yeah,” John said. “I was thinkin’ about this ass even after we broke up, but you know how you are…always actin’ funny and shit when it come to a nigga. I’m bout to beat this pussy up, though. I woke up horny as fuck this mornin’, but I was like naw, let me go on and get movin’.” He slapped her ass as hard as he could, totally forgetting that Isaac was just out in the living room.

  “John,” Sparkle snapped. “I swear to God you betta not get my son to wonderin’ what the fuck is goin’ on and have him comin’ to the door. I ain’t one of them mothers that want they child walkin’ in on her takin’ some dick.”

  John chuckled, dropping his pants down to his ankles. Quickly, he waddled over to the door and made sure it was locked. Within seconds, he was positioned at the back of Sparkle and looking down at her big behind. He gently pressed his hand into the back of her neck and pushed her head down into a pillow. “Just chill out,” he whispered. “Let me get some of this pussy real quick. Just chill out.”

  Sparkle took a deep breath as she felt John pushing his way inside of her. Already, he was only halfway inside and she could feel herself being stretched. She moaned, wishing secretly that this moment would never end. She’d had some good dick in recent months, but none of them compared to John. Not only did he have size, but he also had technique and stamina. Nonetheless, with this being the middle of the day, she knew this was just going to be a quickie and she was perfectly fine with this.

  “Fuck,” Sparkle moaned just as John had stopped several inches inside. He still had a couple of inches to go, but he could feel her insides. They were tight as if she hadn’t been with a man in a while. “Shit this dick feel good.”

  “You like this dick still?” John asked. He gently slapped her ass yet again then gripped the sides of her waist and held her in place. “Huh?”

  “Mmhmm,” Sparkle said, nodding her head into the pillow. “God, this dick is big as fuck. Shit!”

  John snickered then pushed the rest of the way in. Since he only wanted a quickie, he quickly thought back to what Sparkle liked. She always liked pounding, but John could get a little loud. If his young son weren’t sitting just in the next room, he would have pounded Sparkle’s insides as if she had stolen something. He stroked in and out, pulling several inches out then going all the way in. Once he could look down and see the veiny shaft of his manhood glistening with the juices from Sparkle’s insides, he knew it was time to really get it in.

  “Fuck me, John,” Sparkle said. “Fuck this pussy, nigga. Fuck this pussy with
that big ass dick.”

  Sparkle was in pure heaven when John sped up. Even though he was big where it counted, she’d always been able to take him. Not only did he always go slow until she was fully stretched by his size, but he also knew how to go balls-deep in a way that didn’t hurt her. The feeling of his balls slapping against the back of her pussy only sent her further over the edge.

  “Fuck, this pussy is still good as fuck,” John groaned. “This shit is wet as fuck.”

  John and Sparkle kept things going as quickly as they could as John fucked her unmercifully. He stroked long and deep, causing Sparkle to have an orgasm within just a couple of minutes. Once ten minutes or so had passed, John felt his balls draw up close to his body. He glanced back at the window, knowing that his boys were waiting down at the car. At the same time, though, he didn’t want to pull out of Sparkle. As much as he couldn’t stand her at times, he couldn’t help but to remember the good sex they had. Even at this very moment, the two bonded on a sexual level that had never matched any of their other lovers.

  “Fuck, I’m ‘bout to bust,” John said, wiping a rogue bead of sweat from the side of his face. “Shit this pussy feel so damn good.”

  “This big dick feel good as fuck,” Sparkle said. If they’d had time, she would have pulled off of John’s shaft and allowed herself to squirt down onto the bed. She knew the orgasm she’d just had was powerful, but letting it squirt out was something she’d always let John see because it drove him crazy and would always make him want to go for more rounds.

  “Shit, I’m ‘bout to bust right now,” John said. Not knowing if Sparkle was on her birth control or not, he went ahead and pulled out. With his hands on her waist, he groaned and grunted as he had his orgasm. Squirts of his semen shot up her back, landing on her neck. “Fuck!” he grunted, loudly, as he backed up. He looked at his shining manhood as it bopped up and down in front of him in the dimly lit bedroom.

  Sparkle quickly turned around and looked at John. “Damn, nigga,” she said. “I know I told you to not be too loud cause I don’t want my son hearin’ his mama in here gettin’ dicked down.”

  “Chill out, Sparkle,” John said in a mean voice then smiled, letting her know he didn’t mean any disrespect. “Shit, it ain’t my fault you got that good, good between your legs. Shit, you the one that make a nigga grunt like a fuckin’ animal and shit then wanna blame him.” He chuckled.

  “Boy, stop,” Sparkle said.

  Sparkle jumped off of the bed, feeling as if she were a new woman. Even though she and John had history, his dick hit the spot perfectly just then. And, to make matters even better, it was the perfect time of the day and the quickie had been just what she needed to feel better about her situation, if nothing else.

  “Shit, I gotta get goin’ so I can make this money,” John said. He quickly pulled his pants up then headed to the bathroom to wash his face and hands. Sparkle, on the other hand, wanted to tend to her son and make sure that he knew everything would be okay. She deeply regretted not only causing a scene, but also telling Isaac that his father didn’t want him here when that just wasn’t true.

  By the time John had gotten himself together and out into the living room, Sparkle sat in the living room with Isaac. John quickly kissed his little boy on the forehead then nodded at Sparkle. “Make sure you let me know if you need anything,” he said. “Okay?”

  Sparkle smiled and said, “Okay.”

  John grabbed his keys then went to the bedroom to get the weed he’d come for in the first place twenty minutes ago. He then rushed out the door and into the parking lot. There, he was greeted with smiles from both Camron and Judge as they waited outside of the car.

  “Awe, shit!” Judge said, looking his boy up and down. “I saw the text, nigga. I could tell by the way that she was actin’ that all that chick needed was some dick.”

  “Yo!” Camron said. “That’s the same shit I was thinkin’, nigga. The very same shit. She was ragin’ and shit like she on a Love and Hip Hop show or somethin’. When I was standin’ there and watchin’ her get all shitty and stuff, I was like damn, this chick just need some damn dick to shut the fuck up.”

  “Shut up, nigga,” John said. He walked around to the driver door with a smirk on his face. “You don’t know shit, nigga.”

  Camron and Judge climbed into the car, with Camron in the front and Judge in the back once again. John pulled off, trying to calm down from the action he’d just had. Usually, he liked to chill for a little bit after going deep and hard in some pussy. But he knew that if he were to lie in bed with Sparkle after giving the dick to her the way they used to, she just might start to catch feelings and think that it was more than it really was.

  After Camron made sure John got the weed they’d come for, John pulled off and headed toward the park where the three of them liked to chill and smoke. John could feel the eyes of both of his boys looking at him. He knew they had something on their mind but they weren’t trying to say. “What, niggas?” he finally asked. “What?”

  “Nigga, you know what,” Camron asked. The tone in his voice was almost that of a horny boy in high school. “You know that chick gon’ fall back in love with you.”

  “No she ain’t,” John said, shaking his head. “This ain’t even that kinda party. We got love for each other because of our son, but that’s just it. Trust me, nigga. That shit is over and done with. I ain’t never gon’ be with that chick ever again in life.”

  “Mmhmm,” Judge said from the backseat. “Niggas always say that then next thing you know they postin’ weddin’ pictures and shit on Facebook.”

  Camron burst into laughter, loving his boy Judge’s sense of humor. “Nigga, you stupid!” he announced. “You fuckin’ stupid for sayin’ some shit like that!”

  “Shut the fuck up!” John snapped. “Y’all niggas both already know that ain’t shit gon’ pop off between me and her like that. I definitely ain’t with that marriage shit. Naw, all she wanted was some dick so she could calm down and I gave it to her and shit. That’s all. No feelings, no emotions. None of that.”

  “Mmhmm,” Camron now said. “Okay then, nigga. Tell me this. Did you just stick your dick in that pussy and fuck or did you kiss her and shit like that too?”

  There was a long, awkward pause where Camron and Judge couldn’t help but to look at one another in the rearview mirror. “Well,” John finally said.

  “Well, nothin’, nigga,” Camron said. “You was kissin’ her and shit. Uh oh. I give it about a week.”

  “Two weeks!” Judge shouted.

  “Yeah, two weeks,” Camron said. “That’s more like it. Anyway, I give it two weeks and y’all gon’ be talkin’ about gettin’ back together and shit because it would be betta for the kid and all that shit. I already know nigga so don’t even lie. I got cousins and shit that will be fightin’ with they chick one day and talkin’ about how much they hate them and stuff, but then the next day they fuckin’ and in love and talkin’ that shit about gettin’ back together because it would be better for the kids.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” John said, just as he’d pulled the car into a parking spot at the park. “Y’all ain’t gotta worry about no shit like that happenin’ between me and Sparkle. That chick is too crazy for a sane nigga to deal with.”

  “Yeah, well,” Camron said. “The chick’s name is Sparkle, so I don’t know what the fuck you was thinkin’.” He chuckled and shook his head as he climbed out of the car.

  John shook his head as he climbed out and walked alongside Camron and Judge. Because of how this park was configured, there were clusters of wooded areas mixed in with open grass. The park was known for having a large hill with a breathtaking view of downtown Cincinnati, but they rarely hung out up there. Because white families would come to the park to go to the top of the hill and enjoy the view, they avoided that particular area of the park as to stay out of sight. What they liked most about the park is that large portions of it were configured so they could see if a cop was pulling i
nto the parking lot before the cop could see them.

  The three friends walked side by side along the trail and toward the back of the park. There, they chilled at a picnic bench that had always looked as if it had never been used since the day the park was built. John pulled the Swishers out of his pocket and rolled the blunt. They smoked; passing it around and talking about life.

  “So, nigga,” Judge said. “What the fuck is you try’na do about the situation and shit with Race?”

  “Shit, I don’t know,” John said, having just taken a deep hit off the blunt. He bit his bottom lip, feeling deep hatred in his stomach for the night where’d he had to walk home naked. “Don’t you worry, though, nigga. As soon as I’m feelin’ like it, I’mma roll up on that nigga. Don’t think that I forgot about that nigga and shit. Cause I ain’t forgot. That nigga gon’ fuckin’ pay for what the fuck he did and shit.”

  “Have you even heard from the chick?” Camron asked. “What’s her name? Imani? Since that night, have you even heard from her?”

  “I mean, yeah,” John answered. “She hit me up talkin’ about some shit that went down between her and that nigga’s sister. I guess the bitch got her ass beat real bad or somethin’, but I told her that I ain’t have nothin’ to do with that. I remember I fuckin’ asked that bitch if that nigga stayed with her and I remember her sayin’ no. Come to find out, that nigga full blown live there. Had a fuckin’ key and everything. I don’t even know why the fuck she was hittin’ me up like I was gon’ come to her rescue over that nigga. She sure ain’t do shit when he had a fuckin’ gun to my head and was makin’ me walk out in the fuckin’ apartment buildin’ hallway without no clothes on.”

  “Yeah, that’s some fucked up shit,” Camron said, passing the blunt to Judge. “I was thinkin’ about that shit too. Quite a bit, actually.”

  “Yeah, well, I was askin’ cause of some shit I heard at work today,” Judge said. Immediately, he picked up on the questioning looks in his friends’ eyes. “I heard that nigga supposed to be havin’ some birthday party at a club in the hood.”