Unprotected Vengence (closed for musicankane)

littlebluebird

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How could he?

The words echoed in Shay Valentine’s mind for the umpteenth time. A constant mantra evoking utter grief that tore through her soul. The young blonde had spent the past several days sulking in her room, replaying what she had seen the other night.

While sleeping in her boyfriend’s arms, his phone had gone off at 3AM, repeatedly. The ringer was off, but the luminescence of the screen continued to light up the darkness of the bedroom. When she reached for his phone, she had simply meant to turn the screen off, but as the text messages continued to stream in, her curiosity got the best of her.

She shook her head as she guessed his 4-digit lock code on the first try: his birthday. For as hot as he was, he was really quite simple. Once the lock-screen granted access, she felt like someone had sucker punched her. Multiple texts from multiple women, saying they “had a great time,” asking for him to “cum over,” and “when can I see you next?” She didn’t recognize most of the names, but there were a few she knew - acquaintances that were more than aware that they were dating.

Her eyes burned with tears, as her fingers trembled around his phone. The sensation of his arms around her suddenly made her sick, followed by the overwhelming urge to get away. As she peeled her naked form from his, he murmured something unintelligible before turning his back.

Standing in the middle of his room, Shay stared at the star quarterback’s form. John Galloway, the love of her life for the past two years, was a lying, cheating bastard. She was tempted to start screaming and lash out at him before images of police and rumors at school accompanied the bloodthirsty scenario playing out in her mind. So instead, she snuck out of his house and drove back to her dorm embracing the full gamut of pain and embarrassment that consumed her.

The next few days were a haze, as she went to class and volleyball practice on auto-pilot. Feigning smiles and laughter when she had to, all while burying her real emotions inside. Part of her began to question what she saw on his phone. It was late; she could have misinterpreted things…

Hard to misinterpret, “Cum over :) at 3AM. Her conscience reminded her.

John had checked in with her via text, the following morning, asking when she had left, and if she was ok. She lied (not really), texting back about not feeling well, and wanting to make sure she made it to her early morning class on time. Shay really had to figure out how she was going to confront him. Between classes and training practices, it was normal for them to go days without seeing each other. She and John would text each other back and forth, until they saw each other next, all while she was none the wiser.

Anger and resentment began to fill the hole in her heart as she came to grips with the fact that when they weren’t together, he was with someone else. Fucking someone else.

Unable to take it anymore, she finally called her best friend, Mel - who was going to school across the country. Tears and hiccuping sobs wracked her words as she vented. Her friend listened patiently, counseling her the best she could over the phone, before dropping the age-old adage: Don’t get mad, get even.

Which explained why Shay was now in the computer lab, searching for Jake - the head of the Computer Club. She noticed him towards the back, in the zone, with his eyes locked on the monitor and his fingers tapping on the keyboard in rapid fire succession. Rolling her shoulders, she walked in his direction, with the half-hatched plan of having sex with one of the school's most reputable nerds. That will show John.

As she drew closer, nerves started to kick in. Though they were friends in middle school, the two had drifted apart with her growing popularity. They hadn’t spoken in years, and there was a good chance he would shoot her down before she even had a chance to explain her plan.

“Hey,” she smiled tentatively, while summoning courage that usually came to her with ease. “I, um, need your help.” Smooth, Shay. Real smooth.
 

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Jake was in the zone. His fingers flying across the keyboard like a man with a mission. In this case he was a man making a mission. His advanced programing class had wanted him to make some dinky program like a Google widget that tracked steps or some shit.

Jake was a fucking computer genius though. He was making a video game. Not some stupid flash game either, no a full on 3D game! With characters and story and combat. The whole nine yards. Okay sure he was only going to have one short level in it. But give him a break, he was only one fucker and only had three weeks to get the project done.

You would think that he was in a rush with the way he was typing on the keys, but he was simply pumping out recycled lines. Basic commands that triggered throughput the game. Thing about programming was the repetitiveness. Many lines of code had to repeat for every trigger that could preceed them.

Suddenly a female voice spoke up behind him. He jerked upright with a gasp and spun. The beautiful blonde Shay Valintine stood behind him, looking rather nervous and unsettled. He and Shay had been friends once, until he fell deeper into the computer nerd hole and she wanted to do more things like going outside instead of playing Super Mario with him.

He had seen her around campus but hadn't spoken with her in years. Her there with him now was strange and the look on her face told volumes he didn't understand.

"Shay?" He asked, "What's going on?" The memories of being best friend with her started flooding back. She had grown so pretty since then. Beautiful, blonde, with a firm athletic body. She was the kind of girl that Jake had dreamt of fucking.
 
Shay back peddled with her hands up, as a startled Jake spun around to face her. Nervousness faded away as mutual familiarity set in, and memories of them playing video games came flooding back.

“Shay?” he asked. “What’s going on?”

The young blonde bit her lip, as she pondered her response. There wasn’t exactly a tactful way of explaining: My asshole boyfriend is cheating on me, and now I want to get him back by hooking up with the nerdiest guy I know.Though, she had to admit, Jake was handsome in his own right. Dark hair and blue-grey eyes -- which he sadly kept hidden behind large framed glasses. He was sporting a stubbled beard, which contrasted with the “gangly teen” image she had of him. Time had really passed.

“I, uhh…” Shay’s voice trailed, while she stalled to formulate her answer. That was when she noticed a decent ice-breaker. Behind Jake’s head, was his monitor with lines and lines of code. "Is this your work?" she asked. Her eyes narrowed, as she drew closer. The young blonde perched her hands on his desk, and bent at the waist to get a better look at his screen. The skirt of her floral sundress moving slightly up her thighs.

“Y’know, I never understood how you guys could write all of this without reference,” she remarked with a touch of awe. Shay didn’t know what all of the prompts meant, but could read Jake’s interspersed comments. Realization dawned on her, as she deciphered the few details that she could, “Oh wow, are you creating a game?”

Before Jake could answer, she glanced at the goosebumps that covered her bare arms. “Geez, I forget how cold you guys keep these labs,” she commented absentmindedly. Her nipples pressed against the thin cotton material of her dress, while she continued looking at his screen.
 
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He opened his mouth to speak only to stop himself as she leaned toward him to look at the code on screen. She pondered it for a second before realizing it was a game. Jake was more interest in the shape her ass made as she bent over, his eyes roamed over the goosebumps forming on her perfect skin.

"Yeah I am working on a project. It isn't going to be a deep game, just a little level where you can run around and fight bad guys. No big deal."

He frowned, "These computers will overheat if we don't keep the room cold." He explained. "It is cool that you remember hanging out with me enough to know that the code is gaming code." He said with a smile. "Wow it is great to see you. Really been too long, but what brings you here out of the blue like this?"
 
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