Passion desire Lust

Story 16 The Making Of Tara

I grew up in a small town where nothing really happened. It was a nice upbringing far away from the inner cities and their problems. My school was safe and since I was very young, I would walk to school by myself. My parents seldom locked the doors and on the weekends there were neighborhood BBQ’s. My friends and I would play street hockey outside our houses or football in a nearby park.

As far as girls went there were a few but since it was such a small town everyone was concerned about their image. Sure, we would hold hands in a cinema, or kiss behind a tree at school but nothing more than that. When I was seventeen I began looking outside the town for universities where I could get a degree in architecture which interested me. I had always been good at drawing and I would use my friends, or a house, or anything else as a model.

Of the girls who were available one of my favorites was the girl next door.

Raven was not retarded in any way even though some thought so, she was just a bit behind in her interests. When her friends were sixteen or so, boys became a big part of their lives even though there weren’t many around. Raven preferred to be at home, playing with her numerous dolls or shopping for fabrics so she could make them their clothes. Our parents were good friends so ever since we were kids, Raven had been in my life.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

That summer, I did notice a difference. She was budding. The flat-chested, black-haired girl had suddenly perky boobs and a coca-cola body. She didn’t notice it, or at least she didn’t flaunt it as some of her friends did. She just went on as usual as nothing had changed. One night I was getting ready for bed and from my window, I could see into her bedroom and when she began to undress I hid behind my curtains spying on her. Naked, she was like a perfect goddess. Her skin was milky white and the small patch of black hair between her legs stood out. She had pink nipples that hardened as she pulled off her bra and put on her nightdress. I had a hard-on like never before and sneaked off to the bathroom to jerk off.

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One day I was outside cutting the grass when Raven came walking from the bus station.

“Hey, where have you been”?

“I began a makeup course last week and today was my third class.”

Raven had never worn makeup as far as I could remember. “Why on earth would you do that?”

“I have a new hobby.” From her backpack, she pulled out a head. She must have seen my surprise and she laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s not real. I use it to practice on, see.”

When she turned it around the face had on evening makeup and I must say it was pretty good. “Raven, that’s amazing, you have talent.”

“Thanks, Tim. I might see you later.”

With that, she walked across the street and I watched her ass move under her long skirt.

That night I watched from my room how she sat at her desk and painstakingly put makeup on the doll head’s face. She was a perfectionist, that was for sure, but the result was stunning. The head looked so real to me it was almost scary. When she was done with the face she picked up a wig from a bag and put that on. Then she slowly brushed, combed and fixed the hair to the style she wanted. When she was done the head looked so hot, I wanted to skull fuck it.

“Tim, could I borrow you this afternoon?”

I looked up from where I was painting the fence around our house. It was Raven, dressed as usual in a long skirt, this time pink, with a tight white top. The sun was behind her and through the thin fabric I could make up her long legs and rounded hips.

“Sure. What do you need?”

She tousled my hair. “I need to borrow your face, for homework.”

I laughed. “I hope you won’t cut it off.”

“No, all I need for you to do is sit still while I put on makeup and fix your hair.”

I got up and dried my hands on my overalls. “I don’t know about the makeup, Raven.”

“C’mon, no one will know. My parents aren’t even home and I will help you to get it off.”

“What about one of your friends?”

“They won’t show up. It’s important, otherwise, I wouldn’t ask you. Also, you have a feminine touch the way your face looks.”

“Fuck off, Raven.”

She laughed. “See you at seven. Make sure you have washed your hair and gotten rid of those testy little hairs you call stubble. I need you smooth like a baby’s bum.”

I finished the paint job and then had dinner with my parents before getting ready for Raven. I wasn’t too sure what I was getting myself into but she was my friend and she did take this makeup class very seriously. What harm could come from her putting some rouge and lipstick on me?

“Thanks for coming. I’m set up in my room,” she said when she opened the door for me.

On her desk stood a new mirror I hadn’t seen before. It was the kind used by professionals with lights around it. On the desk lay an array of makeup tools, powder boxes, lipsticks, eyeshadow, and things I had never heard of or seen before. I sat down in the chair and blinked at the stark light coming at me. Raven stood behind me and gently let her fingers slide through my thick blonde hair. It wasn’t cut short like most guys my age had theirs during the hot summer. I kept it a bit longer, long enough to put it in a small ponytail if I wanted to.

“I love your hair, it’s so thick,” she said and turned me around. I hadn’t realized the chair could swivel. Her fingers followed the contour of my jaws and then lips, up along my nose while she studied every inch of my face. Her touch was gentle and it gave me goosebumps.

“Okay, I see you now, yes, yes, oh how pretty you are,” she mumbled through her full lips.