Where it happened: school
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
To begin with, this is not one of my fondest memories. It was humiliating at the time, and still remains painful nearly twenty years later.
I was a second class citizen in school. My parents were poor, uneducated, and dad had an alcohol problem. The other kids in my class called me poor white trash, and what is worse, they were right. I was tall for a girl, five eleven barefoot, and skinny. Finding clothes that fit was a challenge. Finding fashionable clothes that fit was an impossibility.
I was in JV basketball, and had just finished practice. I generally showered before going home, because at the time we didn’t have hot running water at home. Usually I was alone, because the other girls rushed home after practice, which was just fine with me. That way they couldn’t see that my underwear was dingy and worn, and my bra was held together with safety pins.
Although I was looked down on for my socioeconomic status and poor clothes, I did have a few things I could be proud of. Without being conceited I can say I had (and still have) a great body and a pretty face. Rather than skinny I was really more slender with a well defined musculature. I had average sized breasts, slim hips, nice legs, and a firm bottom. I have long honey blonde hair, green eyes, and lightly tanned slightly olive toned skin.
I had just gotten out of the shower and was combing my hair in front of the large mirror in the locker room. Because I thought that I was alone I hadn’t bothered to wrap a towel around myself. All of a sudden two of my team mates came around the corner and started ragging on me.
They said I shouldn’t be on the team, that I made everyone else look bad. I was nothing but poor white trash, stupid (although I graduated as salutatorian), and a nasty slut as evidenced by my standing naked in the locker room combing my hair. The words hurt like I was being slapped, but I hid behind a passive stare and tried to ignore them. This only intensified their anger. They started snapping my bottom with towels and calling me names. Sally (one of the most popular girls in school, and a bully) grabbed my hair and pulled hard. I pushed her away and told her to stop. That I had the audacity to tell her what to do made her enraged and said she’d “get” me. They left and I went to get dressed. I had put my panties on when the locker room door opened and two guys from the boys varsity team came in with the two girls who had come in earlier.
The guys just stood there leering at me. One said that “for a poor skanky bitch” I had a “great bod,” and said that he was “gonna have me some of that”. I defiantly stood my ground, but that was a big mistake. They taunted me some more and when I didn’t respond, the other boy said I needed to be taught to respect my betters. He grabbed my arms and pinned them behind me. The first boy walked over and started rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples. I kicked him in the groin and that made everything worse. After he recovered he slapped my face hard, and punched me in the stomach. He and the other boy wrestled me to the floor, and the two girls helped hold me down while he and the other guy tore my underwear off and raped me.
The girls took turns at pinching and twisting my nipples and pulling my pubes. Then they took my clothes and left. I lay on the floor crying hysterically.
When I eventually was able to stop sobbing, I looked around in the now empty coach’s office, and found a pair of shorts and a windbreaker, which I put on and ran home. I told my mom, but she didn’t say or do anything as it might set dad off on a rampage.
The next day I told the one teacher that I thought I could trust. She went to the principal and told him. They came and he told me later that afternoon that if they reported it to the authorities the boys might be expelled or arrested, and our school would miss out on being the league champions in basketball that year. Besides, the teacher said, “it doesn’t look like it hurt you.” I was devastated.
I’m still not sure how, but I finished school second in my class. I went to college on money I borrowed. I lived on what I made from typing papers, babysitting, house sitting, and posing nude in art classes on campus. I got my masters in social work, got married to a wonderful guy, have two great children and a pretty good life. The other day I saw Sally in the mall. She lost her figure after having three kids. She must weigh close to two hundred pounds. She came over and talked to me for a few minutes. Her life is a train wreck. She married one of the jocks who raped me. At first things were okay, but he started doing drugs and drinking, slapping her around, and sexually abusing her and some of their kids before being jailed for child molestation. She didn’t mention the locker room incident, and I found myself pitying her. Funny how sometimes even bad things work out for good.
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