There was a low hum flecked with snapping electronic spatter as the actresses' throaty moans of enjoyment reverberated through the low quality PC speakers waltzing an arc across the desk against the shackles of their electronic leashes.
The three of us stood there in the school computer room with the Principal Ms. Marchelle McElroy and the Mathematics teacher Mrs. Trudi Leon, both in their mid forties, sporting disapproving looks whilst watching two double-D breasted lesbians caressing each other's breasts and taking turns in licking each other's nipples.
We'd been busted fair and square.
Mrs. Leon looked on with pursed lips and a furrowed brow whilst slowly shaking her head. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. She must feel totally inadequate compared to the buxom chicks in the video. I guess they were the antithesis of everything she wanted to be and couldn't become.
Ms. McElroy on the other hand, stood with arms crossed, speckling the room with pins of light from her scintillating diamond rings as she tapped the fingers of her right hand on her left bicep. Her haircut was short, layered, jagged and sassy. Her liquid black eyeliner extending outward accentuated her almond shaped eyes to just noticeable crows feet.
She wore a pinstriped black skirt snuggly fitting her arse before tapering down her thighs to a ruffled hem. She tapped her right foot, her patent leather high heels with a slither of gold coloured metal adorning the toe clicking away.
The lesbian on the right of the computer monitor suddenly sunk out of site as the camera panned down to catch her plunging her tongue into her girlfriend's pussy.
"Well, I think we've seen enough!" Mrs. Leon said blushing red as she promptly stepped forward to turn off the monitor.
The screen went blank. Mrs. Leon turned to Ms. McElroy about to speak but was interrupted "Lick me baby. Eat my fucking cunt!" as the speakers danced to the chorus. My eyes watered with barely restrained laughter as she tried to silence the ensuing sucking and moaning sounds without success.
Irritated and severely embarrassed she promptly turned to us "Could one of you boys please turn this off?"
"Eat it bitch!"
"OH MY GOD!" Mrs. Leon's jaw dropped at the despotic demand.
Jed quickly stepped forward and hit the space bar ceasing the lewd requests.
"Well?" Mrs. Leon asked her arms folded as she entreatied the Principal for some draconian action.
"I shall deal with this immediately. I'll get Dave the technician to remove the obscene content when he gets in first thing tomorrow."
I knew Dave, all the students did. He was everyone's mate. He'll probably copy it first.
"And the students? Shall I deal with them, I know you have a dinner on tonight."
"It's okay, I'll cancel. This is too outrageous to ignore."
"Fair enough." Mrs. Leon looked at each one of us with a stern look, "Then I'll leave them in your capable hands." as she jutted her chin up with an air of superiority.
"Yes, my hands are well and truly capable of dealing with boys such as these." Ms. McElroy joined Mrs. Leon in regarding us sternly. "Okay Trudi, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Of course. Oh, I'll be in at ten tomorrow as I have morning netball at Kalinga High."
"No worries, at ten it is."
"Thank you Marchelle."
Mrs. Leon brushed passed us without regard as she exited the computer room.
Ms. McElroy held us still with her stare as we all listened to Mrs. Leon's footsteps fade down the linoleum passageway. We heard the exit door groan open and a gush of wind whistle into the corridor before it slammed shut, its dying echo leaving a heavy silence.
"Come with me boys." Ms. McElroy commanded as we trailed her out of the computer room to the teachers' wing which was out of bounds for students.
She opened her office door and we filed in and slouched around giving each other nervous glances.
Ms. McElroy had just one foot inside the door when she heard the cleaners dragging their carts through the corridor. She stepped back out and pulled the door ajar. "You can leave early tonight girls I'll be working late."
"Thank you Marchelle." they replied and could be heard scuttling a hasty exit with their clinking cleaning equipment.
Ms. McElroy stepped back into the room and clicked the door shut. She stood with her back against the door casting her eyes over each one of us before exhaling exasperatedly and making her way around to the front of her desk. She never said a word as she busied herself by opening a drawer and pulling out a steel measuring tape and turning her computer monitor around to face us.
"Well, boys. What are you? Endless repeaters. How many times have you repeated this year Jed?"
"Only twice Miss." Jed replied.
"And you Mike?"
"Third year Miss."
"Third! What are you twenty now?"
"Nineteen in October."
"What a loser!" she spat.
"And you." directing her question to me.
"I'm not a repeater, I'm eighteen."
"Well I was less than impressed by your antics boys. Just whose idea was it to download porn onto the school network?"
There was a full minute's torturous silence until she gave up expecting an answer.
"By rights I should expel the lot of you good-for-nothings. But I think I can find some redeeming aspects to your useless selves."
"Miss, we're sorry for ..."
"Oh stop driveling Mike it's so unbecoming."
I couldn't help it, I laughed.
"Something funny?"
"Not really."
"Maybe you could explain to me what you found sooooo fascinating about those video clips you downloaded. In fact, yes, you can all write an essay about it."
"I'm not sure we could just write an essay about.." my response was interrupted by a rush of blood setting my cheeks ablaze.
"Allow me to help you."
She leant over allowing a glimpse of her cleavage and bra through the gap between two blouse buttons as she grasped the computer mouse and navigated the PC folders selecting a movie clip. Jed, Mike and I swapped glances. They didn't seem as concerned as me. I was almost frantic. A double mouse-click directed my attention to a movie expanding to fill the monitor with two well oiled lustrous breasts being massaged by the hands of their owner. Ms. McElroy stood looking at us with her arms folded across her chest and a pair of rosey flushed cheeks. It was awkward for all of us.
"Well, tell me about it."
"About what Miss?"