I Married The High School Lesbian

When I was in high school, I had an after school job of cleaning our gym. This usually meant picking up sports balls and racking them, resetting weightlifting equipment, and hosing down the showers and locker room. Easy gig for a little extra money, no problem, and eventually the coaches let me pretty much do it by myself and I was left alone with a run of the space - I was trusted.

My Senior year, sometime in February, an interesting thing happened. I was finishing up the girls locker room (usually the last thing I did before heading home) and I heard not only a shower running, but I heard a female crying. The only folks I ran into was the girls basketball team, as they had practice and would shower up before heading home themselves for the night, so a shower wasn't too abnormal. The crying however, concerned me. I called out as I entered the girls locker room (standard practice), and heard the shower quickly cut off and whoever it was trying to control their crying via a few hard sniffles. I called out again, no response, so I announced I was coming back there (I was told to always announce in the girls locker room just to be safe).

As I rounded the corner of the cinder block-constructed shower area, I saw Lylah Dixon, Small Forward for the team, and "the lesbian" at our high school according to gossip and rumors. And she was in a bad way, in nothing but a white sports bra and panties that were roughed up, and sitting on the floor in the corner. Someone had beat her up - her lip was split, and a mouse was forming under her eye. Closer inspection showed that her face was all wet and it really looked (and smelled) like she had been urinated on. There was blood on her face and some of it had got on her bra and panties. She saw me and immediately started crying again.

I asked her if she wanted me to call someone, and instead she ran to me and threw her arms around me, sobbing hard. I asked her what happened and all she said was "they did this to me, they hurt me. Please don't tell anyone." She cried and I held her for a long time, and offered to take her home after I walked her over to one of the sinks and helped her wash her face a little bit. She agreed. I walked her to her locker afterwards and stepped out so she could get dressed.

On the ride home she still was pretty freely crying, but she wouldn't tell me exactly what happened, but from what I gathered three girls on the team had cornered her in the shower and started taunting her about being "a dyke" and it led to them forcing her to "show them how much of a dyke she was" and them hitting her. I dropped her off and she thanked me saying she had heard I was a good guy (I used to date one of her friends and that girl had spoken highly of me).

Within days the rumor mill started around school - Lylah had "eaten out three girls on the basketball team in the shower." They ruined her life at school and she even got into an actual fight with one of the girls and got kicked off the team about two weeks later and was suspended from school. At that point, I was her only real friend and it was clear she was not in a good place. We talked a lot on the phone (this was in the late 90s, so house phones!) and I was discovering that she was most likely bisexual and that those girls had indeed assaulted her, making her eat pussy, roughing her up, hitting her, and one had indeed urinated on her. She wouldn't let me tell anyone and didn't want to report it. And now a good portion of our school was openly calling her Lylah the Dyke. Her locker got spray painted twice, once with a "repent" and once again "DYKE." It was awful for her and at one point she confided in me that she had suicidal thoughts.

One evening I again heard the shower running, this was late March. Again, I called out, and heard Lylah respond I'm here Mark. Come on back, I need to talk to you. This time I rounded the corner to find her naked and on full display, her 17 year old small breasts, athletic, sporty body, her dark blonde hair pulled back in a sporty ponytail. Again she approached me, and this time she ended up taking my virginity that evening (and I popped her cherry). About the farthest thing from "Lylah the Dyke" you could imagine. And after that, we were a couple, despite a lot of taunting and bullshit from folks at our school. We went to prom together that year. Thankfully my circle of nerdy guys accepted Lylah pretty openly - she was playing D&D and Halo with us in no time (she's damn good in a firefight, fyi). My Mom loved her instantly, which is weird as my Mom is hyper conservative and was super protective of me being around girls at that time.

We got married a few years out of high school, and have been together ever since. We left that shitty town and moved as far away as we could, where no one knew Lylah the Dyke. She's had a lot of therapy over the years to come to terms with what happened. My wife is indeed attracted to girls, but she's never really acted on it other than a few drunken make outs with female friends and a list of female porn stars she likes to masturbate with. Otherwise, she's kind of the perfect little housewife (and still great in a firefight) and she's good to me.