Fully happened twice that I can remember, and neither really worked out well (names have been changed to protect all involved).
First time happened while I was in high school. There's this guy, let's call him Eric. Now, in high school, you remember the cool guys, right? Got all the girls, had musical talent, all that crap? Now, do you remember the little brothers of those guys, who had absolutely none of those things, yet tried to act like they did? Pretty annoying. But this guy was at least kind of nice and responsible; he wouldn't have gotten his chick otherwise. So this guy (a year below me) stuck to me like glue, and the only reason I didn't shake him off was because he really wasn't THAT bothersome (and I'm too nice for that type of thing).
He had a girl, cute redhead, tennis team standout (remember, white upper-crust private school) all that shyt. We'll call her Alexis. Now they were together and were cool and all, but the thing about the dynamics of our relations to each other was that Alexis had been sweating me since she transferred in. So we would flirt and the like whenever we saw each other in the halls and during free periods. But we were never actually together because I had a girlfriend all of the time that we knew each other (including one that basically went from one of my basketball teammates to me. It's not an interesting story).
So we flirted, and more and more, this dude kept getting jealous and making snide remarks, even though he knew I had a girl and there was really no chance of us getting together. But he'd never actually step to me because it wouldn't end well for him (Me: 6', 170. Him: 5'7" 140, maybe less). So what does this guy do?
He messages me a bunch of threats on MySpace. Like a coward.
He tells me about this whole situation about how Alexis told her parents that he was all scared of me and that I need to stay away from her, lest I incur their wrath. I'm looking at my screen like
, because me and the girl were cool and chatting easy not 24 hours before this. So I message Eric back telling him that we needed to hash this out like men, and that he needed to get my phone number from his girl so I could figure out what the hell was going on. He wouldn't give me the number, and kept up with his story. So I just said, "fukk it," and went to a party.
Following Monday. The first thing that I do is find Alexis and ask her about what is going on:
Epic: So what is this that Eric is saying about you being terrified of me and talking to your parents about it?
Alexis: ??? Never happened.
Epic:
Really? You know this guy was messaging me about this shyt on MySpace, right?
Alexis: I have no idea what he's talking about.
Epic:
Alright, thanks.
Now I'm pissed, and am about 2 steps away from KOing this dude on sight. So eventually I see Eric in the halls, not really going anywhere, and the first thing that I see him do as soon as I mention this is run the opposite way, saying he has to get to class. Eventually, I run him down, and ask him what the fukk is going on. He cops pleas, says that he's joking and all kinds of shyt. I let it go (I already got the answers I wanted) and go on with my day after scaring him a bit for pissing me off like that.
...Oh, you wanted the actual p*ssy part. Me and Alexis fukked in his house at a post-prom party and a few times while I was at school. Eric never knew.
Then she broke up with him to get with one of my younger teammates because he was such an ass toward her afterward.
I'm not a vengeful guy, but that was actually pretty nice.