Makeup Artist
Copyright© 2025 by G Younger
Chapter 1
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Short Story for discerning readers: A Behind-the-Scenes Hollywood Tale. Step off the red carpet and into the makeshift makeup backroom with “Makeup Artist,” a razor-sharp short story set during the filming of The Secret Circle. This compact narrative lifts the veil on life behind the camera—where laughter, camaraderie, and off-duty antics reign supreme. Meet our unlikely protagonist: an average girl who becomes a makeup artist whose quick wit and steady hand keep two rising stars—David and Zak.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction First Oral Sex
“As you leave here today, carry your dreams with you, but hold them loosely. Let life surprise you. Let it redirect you. Sometimes, the best destinations are the ones we never planned to reach.
“Your education has given you an incredible foundation. Now it’s time to build something uniquely yours on top of it—even if that something looks different from what you imagine today.”
Applause rippled through the crowd in the school gymnasium as the valedictorian’s speech to the graduating class ended. The ceremony wrapped up a few minutes later, and after another big cheer, everyone made their way to the exits.
Outside, Ginger found her mom, who hugged her and said, “You did it, Ginger! I’m so proud of you!”
“Thanks, Mom. It was touch and go, but I managed to get my grades in the end.”
Ginger had been told she wasn’t the brightest bulb, but she was well-liked. She had knuckled down in her final semester and skipped social stuff to get the test scores she needed to graduate.
“Your eighteenth birthday is next week. Do you want me to plan a party?” her mom asked.
This was the hard part about divorce. Each parent seemed to want her attention.
“Dad’s already organized something and invited my friends to his house. Maybe we can do something this weekend,” Ginger suggested.
Her mom put on a brave face and nodded. They agreed to figure it out later.
Ginger then left to track down her dad. Before she found him, someone grabbed her hand. She frowned when she saw it was Kevin. He was the class troublemaker, constantly causing the nuns consternation. He was the other kid at the bottom of their class, and she was surprised to see him in a graduation gown. If she had to guess, they passed him just to get him out of their school.
“We did it. We are officially graduates of St. Paul.”
Ginger was a good Catholic schoolgirl and tried to keep her distance from him. Kevin had a bad reputation, and she didn’t want people to think she was the type of girl he usually associated with.
That being said, he was good-looking in a rough sort of way. The way he sometimes looked at her put impure thoughts into her head.
She’d known Kevin since grammar school. In middle school, he’d hit his growth spurt sooner than the other boys. A few of the girls had matured along with him when hormones hit. Being one of the few boys who figured out that girls weren’t yucky gave him a leg up in the early dating department.
Now that he was graduating, he looked more like a man than most of his classmates. If he would just cut his hair, she might upgrade him to handsome.
“Before you take off, I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out.”
It wasn’t as if they’d never talked, but they ran in different circles, so his question caught her off guard. And compounding her confusion over why he wanted to spend time with her was the fact that Ginger had zero experience with boys. She’d never even been asked to a dance, let alone been alone with a boy.
“I don’t know what to say,” she admitted.
The truth was that Ginger had been taught to take the teaching of the church seriously, and the boys at her school knew that. Not that she was unfortunate-looking; a few brave guys had even told her she was pretty.
Ginger had checked herself in the mirror with a critical eye after she hadn’t been asked to the prom. She was five-two, with sun-kissed blond hair. She was aware she didn’t have curves like what she heard boys liked—her bra size was 34A.
What Ginger did have were thick nipples. She had to wear a padded bra to hide them, or it looked like two pencil erasers poking out of her school blouse.
“Open your phone and hand it to me,” Kevin said.
Her eyebrows narrowed.
“Why?” Ginger asked suspiciously.
“So you’ll have my number, valley girl.”
Her fist clenched at the ‘valley girl’ quip. She might not be smart, but that was just mean.
Ginger grudgingly handed it to him because she figured he would pester her until she did what he asked.
Kevin expertly swiped and tapped away at her phone until he turned the camera on himself, smiled, and took a selfie. His cell phone signaled that it had a message, and he grabbed it, pointed it at her, and took her picture.
“What was that for?” Ginger asked.
Keven showed her his phone. It had her name, number, and face. He handed back her phone, and she saw his number also had his picture.
He sent her a message, and she smiled when she saw a picture of him to show her who it was from.
“Show me what you did,” Ginger said excitedly.
“I will if you’ll spend some time with me later this week.”
She realized he had her, so she nodded her agreement.
“I have to go find my dad.”
Kevin gave her a weird smile as she walked away.
Ginger had lived primarily with her dad since the divorce. Every other weekend, she stayed with her mother. Technically, since she’d just turned eighteen, she didn’t have to anymore, but she didn’t have a good reason not to go. Besides, she wasn’t the type to cause any trouble. It was bad enough that her parents barely talked to each other anymore.
It was her mom who had moved out. She’d met an actor and thought he was ‘the one.’ Her mom did makeup and hair on movie sets. However, once filming was complete, the man left to travel halfway across the world to work on another project. By then, her parents were finished.
At first, it had been hard for Ginger to go to her mom’s because she blamed her mom for breaking up their family. But over the last few years, they’d rebuilt their bond. She was glad they had because her mom treated her more like an adult. To her dad, she would always be his ‘little girl,’ no matter her age.
She’d just thrown her overnight bag on her bed when her phone rang. A tiny grin touched her lips when she saw Kevin’s picture.
“Hello?”
“How was your birthday? I heard you had a nice party.”
“It was fine.”
“We can’t have just ‘fine.’ How about I come pick you up, and we celebrate?” Kevin asked.
“Uh, okay, but nothing too crazy.”
He arranged to pick her up in an hour. Ginger hadn’t planned on seeing a boy that weekend, so she rummaged through her closet. She didn’t find anything she thought a guy would like, so she gave up and wore a t-shirt and shorts.
Ginger was watching out the front window when Kevin pulled up in a big SUV.
“Mom! I’m going out for a while!” Ginger called out.
She wasn’t sure if her mom had heard her, but she didn’t wait for Kevin to reach the front door. She ran out and jumped into the front seat.
“Go!” Ginger said as she struggled to fasten her seatbelt.
“Yes, ma’am,” Kevin said with a wry smirk.
Poor Kevin was forced to hold a one-sided conversation because Ginger didn’t know what to talk about and could only manage one-syllable responses.
He drove through In-N-Out. She ordered a grilled cheese off their not-so-secret secret menu, and Kevin got a triple-triple, also known as a 3x3. They split an order of large fries.
Kevin drove them to an office park and found a deserted area where they could eat.
When they finished, Ginger got nervous.
“Why did you want to go out with me?”
“Do you think I hadn’t noticed?” Kevin asked.
“Noticed what?”
“That you have turned into fire. You’re starting to look like an actual woman, one any guy would be lucky to be with.”
She wasn’t sure whether she should be offended. That thought left her head when he leaned over and kissed her.
Ginger was in too much shock to stop him from taking her silence as assent, so he kissed her again.
She’d never been kissed before, but somehow managed to kiss him back the second time. She felt flushed with excitement from doing something so taboo. The nuns had warned her to be cautious of boys who might take liberties. But they hadn’t explained how nice it was.
Kevin took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his jeans. Ginger jerked her hand back when she realized what she was feeling.
“Good girls don’t do stuff like that!” she exclaimed, incensed.
“You’re not a little girl anymore. It’s time you learned about the real world.”
“But ... it’s not right,” Ginger worried.
“Touch it,” Kevin ordered.
She thought of Kevin as a man, someone she was supposed to obey, even though they were the same age.
When Ginger hesitated, Kevin undid his pants and pulled it out of the hole in the front of his underwear. He grabbed her wrist and placed her hand on it. She forgot to be mad when her fingers wrapped around his shaft. It was warm and soft, but firm. Ginger was like a small bird mesmerized by a snake: she couldn’t look away.
“You don’t need to be so gentle. Stroke it up and down,” Kevin coached.
She slid her finger up and down his length. From the happy moan he made, Ginger knew he liked what she was doing. It was empowering to see him loving how she made him feel.
“Wrap your lips around it and suck me.”
She blinked because that sounded wrong. Did girls put guys’ ... things ... in their mouths?
“Don’t chicken out on me,” Kevin prodded.
Ginger was torn. This was all too much too soon, if she were being honest with herself. Was she ready for something like this? Would she have to confess her sin next Saturday?
But the overriding question was, when would she ever get another chance to do something like this?
“It would make me very happy if you put it in your mouth,” Kevin said, trying another approach.
Ginger steeled herself, leaned down, and kissed the tip. Kevin ran his palm over her cheek. She looked up, and he smiled at her. She gathered her nerve and let the tip pass through her lips. It wasn’t as bad as she’d feared.
“That’s my good girl,” Kevin whispered. “The key to a good blowjob is to guard against using your teeth. Your chompers can hurt if you bite me. Don’t be afraid to use your tongue to swirl around the tip. Also, slide your mouth up and down my shaft.”
Ginger took his coaching to heart and got into giving her first blowjob, bobbing up and down his length as Kevin gave her feedback on how she was doing.
It seemed like she was doing it forever, to the point her jaw began to ache.
“Yesss,” Kevin hissed.
Ginger wasn’t sure what that meant as Kevin shoved his hips forward, causing his dick to go deeper than it had before. Her mouth was suddenly flooded when his cock belched jets of something hot and slimy, causing her to gag and choke.
She tried to pull off his dick, but his hand was on the back of her head, holding her in place.
Finally, his cock quit shooting stuff in her mouth, and he relaxed, releasing his grip so she could let his cock slide out of her mouth.
“Was that supposed to happen?” Ginger complained.
“Every time,” Kevin confirmed. “For the first time, I’ve never seen anyone do such a good job.”
Oddly, she was pleased that he thought she was good at that. It might not be a skill she would put on a résumé, but Ginger could now claim that she’d sucked a cock, and the boy liked it.
She felt awkward, and Kevin picked up on that.
“Should I take you home?”
“Please.”
When they arrived at her mom’s place, Ginger jumped out and ran for the front door.
He rolled down the passenger window and leaned toward it.
“I’ll call you soon.”
She dashed inside, where her mom was waiting for her.
“Who was that?”
“A guy from school.”