Story Of Z Part One

 I met Z I think long before I actually really actually thought I did. I was with another guy sort of hanging out. Than Z walked in. I was pretty drunk at that time and liked the fact that there was going to be new guys  to possibly give me attention. I don’t remember ever being particularly attracted to Z at first. I thought he was some neighbour bum from next door just coming to mooch off his friend. We started talking a bit but I only talked because I wanted to be social not because I really liked him or wanted to impress him. Than he came over the side of the room I was sitting on and sat real close to me. We started talking more and one point I made fun of his gold tooth and reached out and touched it. He threatened to hurt me in this really scary voice and it frightened me, all of a sudden I really didn’t like him and thought he was a scary guy but was scared he was going to hurt me so I just stayed frozen in the spot beside him not moving or anything. I didn’t want to offend him or set him off again and I thought the best was to be nice to him. Than he reached down and grabbed my breasts and told them how nice they were and how much he liked him. He kept his hand resting on my breast like he owned it. Physically I was turned on by this. But mentally I was embarrassed because there was another guy in the room and I didn’t want to give the impression that I would let the other guy do it to me too.. The guy I was with came back awhile later. We partied some more, drinking snorting coke. Than they and I started talking about how freaky i am and i told them i always wanted to be with a Spanish chick. So all of a sudden they told me that they knew this Spanish chick that would love to fool around with me and they would call her right now and go over there. I believed them but also was very suspiscious too. We got into the car and i was nervous but i blocked it all out by drinking more and fooling around with the guy in the back seat. I started really coming on to him and he got embarrassed i think or something but i kept on doing it i didn’t care i wanted to embarrass him in front of his friends the way i was embarrassed earlier on. We got to this social housing building and i was instanty freaked out it didn’t look safe and i was scared i was in danger. There was a guy sleeping in the lobby on the ground. Z said hi to this guy on the floor than ordered me to say hi to him too z got offended that i didn’t say hi to him too so i blurted out a meek hi. I thought in my head why is it so important to say hi to some guy i didn’t know and was homeless on the floor? I didn’t want to say hi to him I didn’t care about him, but it was all important to Z.

We got into this apartment and there were people every where, smoking up drinking listening to music. I sat down on the couch next to this burly black guy and said hi and was all nice. Anyone i came in contact with i smiled and tried to look friendly. I felt completely out of place and wondered if they felt the same way about me being there. Z came to sit right near me but not as close this time. He would dole me out coke in doses. He acted protective of me sort of and re assuring that i was safe and seemed to care and like me. I thought he was really sweet at first…..But thats just because I didnt really know him yet….to be continued