Chapter 1 Beautiful Work Of Art

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.

As for my teacher, his reaction was hilarious. His eyes went really wide and his mouth opened and closed before his head spun about. He looked like one of those fairground games with a row of clown heads that turned about as you pushed balls down its mouth.

I would have been laughing my ass off if I hadn't been trying to pretend that I was one of the prudes as I gaped open-mouthed and surreptitiously looked around the room.

"Roger Egerton!" Mister Riley yelled.

His voice reached a high pitch like a girl's. He had a really impressive soprano when he was upset.

"It's not me, Sir!" Roger called.

My poor scapegoat Roger Egerton stood up from his desk as if trying to distance himself from the possessed laptop. To further exacerbate the foul deed, I triggered a script that refreshed the edges of the screen with dozens of ads featuring more porn, while the main video continued in the center. There was more bouncing happening on that screen than in a women's basketball game.

The guys were going wild, laughing and hooting. It was hard to hear what Roger said, but Mister Riley was pretty clear.

"Shut it down, Roger! Now!"

Roger slammed the laptop lid closed, causing it to shut down. The classroom display went dead before reverting to its home screen.

It took Mister Riley several minutes to calm the class down. Except for my scapegoat, whom the teacher took to the admin office with his laptop, the class received directives to read from the class texts on their laptops.

I used the rest of the lesson to dispose of my temporary website and the host records just in case someone managed to memorize the URL. I used my cellphone to do it so it wouldn't be recorded by the school's network. My laptop was clean, and I hadn't accessed anything outside the school that I shouldn't have.

Yes, I used my phone. We're not supposed to, but without the teacher in class, no one was really doing what they were supposed to.

I wasn't worried about being caught because the remote access wouldn't record any logs of me. Nor would there be any browser history stored. I'd tested it. They wouldn't find any evidence and they couldn't trace it back to me. No one would figure out it was actually me.

Why'd I do this, you might ask? Well, it was an experiment.

Not to find out if the guys in my class liked porn. That was a given. They were all very enthusiastic about it, except for a few. Two of the guys were clearly disinterested. They were both gay, which I'd known for a long time. Three of them were actually shocked by what they saw. They must be the virgins with the religious zealots for parents. I would say sorry to them, but I believe that you should learn how to have sex and make babies before the night of your marriage. They were all 18, for God's sake! The Nerd Collective was watching the action with as much interest as the jocks. Just goes to show that their genome isn't that dissimilar. As for the girls, the two I knew to be lesbians watched on with great interest. Several of the others did, too. Good on them.

To be honest, I wasn't that interested in how my class responded or their sexuality. The experiment was actually to find out how I felt about them seeing me naked, and I had to say, I actually felt really excited and super wet. I would have shoved a hand down inside my shortalls to check, that is, if the guys in the classroom weren't busy looking everywhere while they talked about what they'd just seen instead of doing the reading.

Not that it mattered to me, but the kids were talking up the porn video the rest of the day, talking about what they saw almost every chance they got. Only the prudes were upset.

Every time I heard someone talking about how hot the girl in the porn video was, it just made me wet again. I ended up on the toilet during lunch break to rub myself off, using the binding of a textbook in my mouth to muffle my moans until I came.

God, it was so wrong, but it felt so good.