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CLAUDIA LONGO
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I sigh as I wake up to my annoying alarm, groaning and stretching out my body. Today was the day I was going to be moving to the small town I've been transferred to teach at. I'm extremely nervous about this because it takes a while for me to get use to new surroundings, mainly because of my social anxiety. I've been too comfortable being here that moving and teaching some where else already has me on edge.
I decide to stop thinking about it and just focus on getting ready.
I walk into my bathroom, hating the way my head ached from the box braids I had done yesterday. Why the fuck did she grip my hair so darn tight!? I really don't get it. I was going to speak up but I wasn't confident enough in my voice to do so. It literally feels like my scalp is on fire and it's taking everything in me not to grab a pair of scissors and just cut the braids down.
Anyways I decide to do my morning routine which consists of me just brushing my teeth and washing my face. It's so basic but I don't care. My skin isn't the best, I have hyperpigmentation around the lower half of my face and neck area, also other parts of my body but I'm not gonna mention.
I've tried getting ride of it but honestly just gave up. It's literally just discoloration...what am I stressing over? It's not like it's a disease. So many people have discoloration and I'm sure most of them are also comfortable with it so why shouldn't I be too?
After finishing my morning routine I took a shower, my belly already turning at the thought of starting over again in a new area I have absolutely no knowledge on.
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Since my braids were still fresh it hurt so bad. I couldn't really do a style with it because just moving my head around was painful enough so the thought of even touching my braids were a big no no for me.
I decide to just leave the ginger colored braids down instead of styling it. For my clothes, i just wore an oversized green plain t-shirt, black cargo pants and black crocs . Since I'm traveling I don't need to impress anyone. In fact I hate when I get attention from strangers because I just end up being awkward about it and it's something I never wanna experienced ever.
I've been single my entire life. I'm the kind of person that will rather fantasize about relationships than get into one. I crave to be wanted by someone but then I ask myself what I would do when that opportunity comes. Will I really be ready? Won't I run away?. I'm not experienced in anything, for fuck sake I'm a virgin who can't even touch herself. Not that there's something wrong with my vigina , it's just im too nervous to do anything with my body. While everyone was/is exploring and figuring their pussy out I'm over here telling myself it's okay I have time, take it slow.
I do know how to masturbate. All I do is lay back, cross my legs and press my thighs against each other...does the job for me everytime but I know I can feel even better. I know touching my self will feel even more better and of course even having a sex toy or someone's dick but I'm not ready to take that step..I need time.
I do have time and I CAN take it slow but damm I'm 24 years old!! I need to over come this fear of touching myself and also being an introvert. I'm moving to a new town, This could be a start. No one will know me so I should just use this opportunity to explore. Change personalities maybe? I mean people do that in shows I've watch so maybe I can do that too who knows. I've held myself down for far too long. I'm not getting any younger I need to live to my fullest potential.
I need to get dicked down.
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I finally arrive at my destination after a 5 hour flight. I'm feeling so hungry and need to pee so bad. While waiting for my ride to arrive, which was handled by my previous school, I get on my phone to look at the email I was send by the principal. I have looked at this mail over 80 times this past month. It's the email explaining my transfer and who's gonna pick me up and where I'm going to be staying at.
I didn't pay mind to that, I only paid mind to the word "transfering". Honestly it was my choice to accept or decline it so I don't know why I'm being this way. I guess I just never thought I would be offered this request and I would not be lying if I said being a people pleaser and not knowing how to turn people down or say "no" played a part in me accepting this request.
At least I don't have to pay for anything. The school covered all my expenses. As I keep looking at the mail my eyes catches the word 'ranch'. I'll be living in a ranch...what the actual fuck!?
Now I know nothing specific about ranches..all I know is horses are kept there and it probably smells like shit. I turn off my phone and sigh in disbelief...what did I get myself into.
My stomach growls which helps me remember how hungry I am and I still need to pee. I want to hold it in till I get to the house I'll be staying at but now I don't even know what to think...a fucking ranch?? I most be being dramatic because no way I'm literally going to be living in one. Maybe the principal meant the area was a ranch...yeah that's probably what she meant I'm so fucking slow.
I turn myself around ready to go look for a bathroom because I can't hold this pee in anymore when I hear a car honk at me. Immediately I turn around hoping it's my ride and thankfully it is because the man rolls the passenger seat window down calling my name.
"Excuse me, are you by chance Claudia?" He asks and I nod my head quicker than I wanted to.
"Get in" he says with a bored expression on his face. No greeting? Oh okay! Although I'm now nervous to get in because this man doesn't seem too happy to be here and men are scary beings, I head towards the car, trying to carry my suitcases.
"I'll get them for you, just get in"
He says while fixing his hat. I wish I could see his face, that would make me more comfortable but I nod my head not feeling the need to answer and reach for the back door handle.
"What are you doing" he says to me with a questionable stare.
"Um..getting in?" I say in more of a question way than a statement. This man is making me nervous I think to myself. My anxiety is already kicking in. I don't want to speak to him, I'm fucking hungry and I need to pee so bad. At this point if he decides to kidnap me I won't even care I just don't wanna be in this situation anymore .
"Get in the front" he finally speaks, Breaking me out of my thoughts. "Or do you just prefer sitting in the back".
I don't Fucking know!? I thought sitting in the back was the more respectful choice.
"Oh yeah sure I'll sit in the front" shit I don't wanna sit in the front! Why do I keep getting myself in this uncomfortable situations.
He nods and gets out of the car as i get in to put my things in the car trunk. I can't help but admire his body proportion. His body looks so muscular yet soft looking at the same time? I don't even know how to describe it. He's wearing a short polo shirt that shows off a neck tattoo of a flower, with loss fit jeans. His hair looks wavy from what I can see since the top is covered with his hat.
After a few minutes he was done putting my things in the trunk. I didn't have a lot of stuff because I had already pack and ship them here. All I'll have to do now is just go pick them up.
He got back in the car and immediately I look away from his direction. I want to get a clearer view of his face but I hate eye contact soo much, literally my worse enemy
"Seatbelt on"
Woah
Did his voice all of a sudden get deep or was it always this deep and I was too blinded by the urge to pee that I didn't notice.
"Oh yeah sorry" I say quickly putting my seatbelt on.
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