This is a work of erotic fiction and contains graphic depictions of sex or sexual acts, which may offend some audiences. This story is meant for mature audiences aged 18 or over. All characters depicted in sexual acts within this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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My name is Zoemi Ellis. How should I describe myself? I'm an 18-year-old girl and a senior student in High School, in Florida. My mom says my long hair is the color of chocolate. I've got pretty average looks, at least that's what I think, though my father says I look a lot like Vivien Leigh when she was younger. Not that anyone knows who that is anymore.
Dad was crazy about old movies and long-dead actors before he ran off with another woman to California, leaving Mom with three daughters. I have two older sisters. My oldest sister Levy works in far-off Miami, and there is Devin between us, who rooms with her while she's off at college. They only come back to visit on holidays. Mom divorced my dad and now he pays her alimony. He's so far away now that I don't have to hear his long-winded stories about Hollywood legends anymore.
Maybe I'll tell you more about my looks a bit later. I mean, I have a bit of a story to tell. Where should I start? Perhaps at school, in the middle of history class.
Our teacher, Mister Riley, had put on a video for us to watch. I'm a bit of a nerd, so I kind of knew all this having read ahead already, and it was dead boring to watch videos about dead people who had been dead for centuries. Why should we spend 20 minutes watching a video on something that takes 3 minutes to read?
We were supposed to be taking notes on our Chromebook laptops like good little students.
The laptop is supposed to restrict us students to what we can use it for in school and at home. But if you know where to look on the internet, there are plenty of sites that tell you how to hack them and get around a lot of the restrictions.
Like accessing websites that are restricted on the school network. The Nerd Collective - which includes a bunch of guys and me - has known about that one for a while and we share that around with the other students for a small price. For those who didn't understand how to do it, we actually would do it for them for a bit more cash. It was a nice side hustle. We were sure the school monitored this, but the first kids who tried it never got into trouble.
What I also found out is how to turn on the broadcast feature that allowed our little laptops to connect to the in-class display or projector without permission. It wasn't very convenient, as you could always tell who was broadcasting. But it was useful if you wanted to hijack a presentation and then quickly shut it off, causing the original presentation to stop.
The best hack I found showed me how to remote into another laptop and take control of it. This was supposed to be used for remote support, but of course, it could be misused if you knew how, and you'd had access to their computer before. This was super cool, as no one could tell who was doing it, except when you lost control of your mouse and apps started opening up by themselves as if it was possessed.
You could ask yourself, what on earth would I want to do with all these? It was simple. Remote into the laptop of another student, load up a porn site, and start broadcasting it to the big display.
Suddenly, we went from ancient Mesopotamia to a naked girl sitting on a bed, ramming a dildo up her wet pussy while fingering her clit. The girl's mouth was open as her tongue licked her lips, thrusting her hips towards the camera. It was beautiful to watch.
Her skin, in its youthful softness, seemed so flawless. There wasn't a single mole. Her mound was completely bare all the way to her inner labia. It was so clean it was hard to tell if it was waxed or shaved. And that labia was just thick enough and poked out just far enough to show how aroused the girl must be. I wanted to say it was perfect, but I thought that it might have looked better if it protruded a little less, along with the clit that protruded out like a whale breaching the ocean. It was thick and glistening wet while a set of fingers played with it on the screen.
It would have been so much better if the sound had accompanied the video, but that might have alerted Mister Riley sooner that his boring history lesson had been replaced by female biology. As it was, he was seated at his desk, looking away from the big display, distracted by something.
I knew it wouldn't last long, as the other students in the class couldn't help but react. The girls were shocked. The most prudish of them covered their faces as if they had never seen what was up on the screen before. I know I certainly have. I'd seen it every day for years. The guys, however, couldn't keep their traps shut for long enough and started cheering.
Mister Riley, of course, looked up at the students and saw their sudden change of attitude was because of something on the big screen. When he turned about to look, he was face to face with a giant image of a 5 foot 4 high school girl hitting the high note.
How did I know it was a high school girl in the video? Because that was my average B-cup breasts up there on the screen, bouncing about while I pleasured myself with a dildo and fingered my clit. But that wasn't my head. These AI face swap sites were really good. After recording a video of myself in my bedroom with some sheets and candles as a backdrop, I found some videos of an actual porn actress and put her head on my body. Then I created a fake porn site and uploaded it there.
It was a beautiful work of art to behold. It had fake banners, fake ads, and fake recommendations for other videos. Everyone in the class got to see me pleasuring my naked body on the big screen and had no clue that it was me they were watching.
