*** Disclaimer: Everyone in this story is over 18 years of age. All characters in this story are fictional and any sexual behavior is consensual.
Emily's White Guilt
Written By: MostHated
She had come to hate watching the news, but found that she was somehow unable to stop. There was another story featured that questioned the validity of a Black man that had been shot by police after fleeing the scene of a robbery. The police officer had been placed on administrative leave while the shooting was investigated, but that seemed like too little.
"I wish we could take guns away from the police! I'm so sick of this kind of thing always happening." She sighed, and pushed herself more tightly against her boyfriend Kevin. He had a way of just always being there for her. She liked having physical contact with him as it made her feel like they were truly together, like they could face anything that came their way.
"Well, I wish there was a way to stop crime without having to use guns. Although if someone kidnapped you or something, I'd hope the police would have guns if they knew where to rescue you." Kevin said as he snuggled into Emily, she was his life and they had been together since their senior year of high school. While he hated that the police had shot someone, and again it seemed like it was another Black person that had been killed, he realized that taking away the guns from police was a terrible idea.
Emily let out a smaller sigh, she loved Kevin deeply but sometimes it felt like he wasn't really seeing the bigger picture. Maybe she'd develop a headache before he got too handsy. She huffed a bit, then pulled herself to her feet from her sofa and went to the bathroom.
Kevin had been looking for the right time to propose, but Emily had seemed distracted so often lately, the last thing he wanted to do was ask her to marry him and she answered one way or the other, without having a clear head. No, he'd wait for another day, maybe they'd make plans for a picnic this weekend.
As Emily returned to the sofa, she glanced at the framed painting of Gandhi on her wall with the beginning of one of his famous quotes below it 'Be the change...'
It was as if somehow her entire life had been tallied up, and she was found wanting. A flood of memories rushed into her brain, the friends that she'd had all of her life that had dwindled until none remained, there had only been Kevin, dependable Kevin. She had replaced the void left by the friends that had gotten on with their lives, found other friends, or simply gotten tired of Emily's constant crying about how unfair the world was, and simply stopped dealing with her.
Her new friends were all online now, and they loved her. The fact that Kevin grumbled a bit about her spending more time posting on forums, and replying to threads seemed childish to her, if he really loved her, he wouldn't want to monopolize all of her time, although she had to admit that her manager had caught her wildly tapping away on her phone at work on a few occasions and warned that the next time, she'd be given a written warning.
But there was something almost addicting about spending all of her hours online, posting and replying. Besides, she reasoned that this was much cheaper than shopping.
~
"Kevin, I wanted to talk to you about something very important." Emily said as she sat on the colorful blanket she had spread on the ground. They were enjoying a picnic at a local park, and the weather was perfect. Emily had been consumed with that painting and the message, she had to stop simply standing on the sidelines, she had to make something of her life, and make a difference and if Kevin really loved her, he'd stand by her and this decision she had arrived at.
"Oh? That's interesting, I've also got something pretty important I'd like to discuss as well." He answered and imagined that whatever it was Emily needed to discuss would pale in comparison to the question he'd ask her today.
"Okay, well let me go first," She teased with a smile "you know how upset I've been while watching the news. I feel helpless just seeing the injustice in the world and I realized that I'm not doing anything to improve things. That painting on my living room wall gave me what I needed, the kick in the butt to actually work to make a change. So I'm going to volunteer at one of the inner-city outreach programs. I've chatted about it with my friends, and they all agreed it's a good idea, besides you wouldn't believe how many likes my post got!" She finished excitedly.
"Volunteering, like how?" Kevin asked. He imagined her boxing up donated food items, or playing with children in a day-care while their parents toiled away in some low-paying job and earned barely enough to survive. He didn't really mind as long as Emily was safe.
"I think I'm going to be working with another volunteer and we'll be doing welfare checks on the older people that live in those neighborhoods. We just want to make sure they're okay, and that they have food, things like that." She explained, she had almost a glow about her, she knew it wasn't much, but it was so much more than sitting on the sofa and getting mad at the news.
Kevin considered what she had said, and imagined that it must be safe, although he could easily picture some dangerous neighborhoods that he didn't want his girlfriend in, regardless of checking in on old people.
"I'm going to start Monday, after work. I told them I could work weeknights, that way I'd have the whole weekend to spend with you." She said, the smile she gave him hoped that he would understand. The couple had spent much more than just weekends together, but she knew Kevin, and she knew that he'd understand.
"Every night?" Kevin asked, counting down in his head to calm himself and not take an 'aggressive tone' with her. Surely she didn't intend to spend five nights a week checking in on old poor people.
"It will make our weekends even more special." She said sweetly. Kevin was upset, she could tell, but she knew he'd calm down. Besides, she reasoned that if he really loved her, he'd know this was important to her, and he'd support her decision.
"Well it sounds like you've made up your mind, I just want to make sure you're safe." He said, and as was his way, for the millionth time, he wondered if other women were like Emily.
"I really need this Kevin, and I knew you'd support me. Okay, what did you want to talk about?" She asked, and grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze.
"Aw, nothing." he said and rolled his shoulders a bit. "It sure is a nice day."
They finished their picnic, and then went back to Emily's apartment. Kevin surprised her when he said that he had a headache, and wanted to go back to his own apartment, and that he'd call her the following day. Emily imagined it must have been a major headache, because Kevin had never turned down an opportunity to have sex, and they almost always had sex on the weekends.
Kevin returned home, and called one of his best friends. Unlike Emily, Kevin still had a good number of friends in his life that weren't just online handles and thumbs-up buttons.
"Dude, you already know what my advice is." Cal said as he sat across the table at the bar they were sharing a few beers at.
"I'm not breaking up with her Cal." Kevin said while shaking his head.
"You've been together for so long, you don't see how fucked up things are between the two of you." Cal answered, taking a final swig of his beer, and nodding to the pretty server for another round.
"Oh yeah? Who would be better for me?" Kevin asked semi-seriously as he too finished his beer in time for the server to return with two ice-cold replacements.
"Theoretical question, if my friend here asked you out, what would you say?" Cal asked the server, who raised her eyebrows, and then looked at Kevin with a 'not-fucking-around' expression.
"You're asking?" She said, and folded her arms in front of her very generous tits.
Kevin was caught off-guard, but decided to play along, just for fun.
"Yeah, I'm asking."
Her name was Rachel, and she rattled off her phone number, and added that if he wanted to take her out, he'd remember the number and add it to his phone. She turned and walked away, moving her hips almost like she was trying to hypnotize him.
It worked.
Kevin ended up having a headache on Sunday too, and couldn't make it over to Emily's apartment. In truth, he had just recovered from the best blowjob of his entire life, and while he should have felt guilt, and probably would a bit later, he could get very used to resting his head between Rachel's big soft tits. She was nothing like Emily, she was full of passion, seemed highly energetic sexually, made no apologies for who she was. She was nothing at all like Emily.
"Lick my pussy, then I expect you to fuck me till I scream for you to stop." Rachel said in a soft, and loving tone. Words that seemed impossible to speak in such a gentle way.
Rachel's pussy was shaved, she had a small ring that hung from her clitoral hood, the rest of her pussy looked like it had been caught in a blender. It really did look like someone had been chewing on it for an hour, but by the time she orgasmed from Kevin's tongue, her pussy lips looked swollen and red, adding to the almost uncomfortable vision.
He pushed into her with little fanfare, and Rachel immediately took an active part in sex between them, no, this wasn't really sex as much as it was fucking. While in the missionary position, she wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her hips upward to meet his downward thrusts, and when they fucked in the doggystyle position, she sank her head to the mattress and slammed her ass backward to meet his thrusts and when Rachel began crying out, with the volume of those cries increasing rapidly, Kevin could last no more and he grunted repeatedly as he filled the condom he wore.
After they had recovered, Rachel said she wanted to see him the following day.
"It just so happens that my schedule has opened up." He said with a chuckle.
~
Felisha disliked Emily from the moment she saw her. Mousy, typical White girl with a hero complex, wanting to come to where the poor folks lived and make shit better somehow. The one saving grace was that Emily looked almost like a boy, with only the smallest indication of tits, and a flat ass, her primary identifier as female would be the longish, stringy blonde hair and almost cartoonish face.
"We're going into some rough areas Edna, you sure you wanna do this?" She asked.
"It's Emily, yes I do. It's not right for me to sit back in my comfortable life, when others are less fortunate." Emile answered proudly.
"You could just help out the Salvation Army, or a food bank, or a homeless shelter. You know, people get killed in some of the places we're going." Felisha explained, she knew none of this would work, this was what White women did that felt guilty for being White. She'd accompany Felisha for a while, until she got scared, or heard gunshots or something and then would disappear right back to her nice, cozy life and probably write a fucking book about their experiences and make a million dollars. Thats how fair the fucking world was.
"Okay, well, we've got a lot of people to check on, so let's get started." Felisha said, and walked out of the small office that had once been a corner store, years before, when corner stores could exist in areas like this.
Emily opened the passenger door to Felicia's escalade, and fastened her seatbelt. She took a deep breath and looked over at the middle-aged Black woman, if she had to guess, Emily would have imagined Felisha was a lawyer, or a businesswoman. She was dressed in a nice suit with a skirt that reached her knees, and a pair of sensible 2" heels. Felisha had large, dark eyes, and her hair, if it was her hair, was styled with many curls, and remained high, and off of her neck. Her dark red lipstick matched her long elegant nails and she was adorned with a variety of gold jewelry.
"Last chance White girl." Felisha said, while giving Emily a stern look.
"We should get going." Emily answered, and pulled herself up a bit straighter in her seat.
The pair drove through some veritable shithole neighborhoods, and Emily watched amazed as people openly sold drugs on some of the street corners, at one intersection, she witnessed several prostitutes, dressed in lingerie and sky-high heels. They all wore garish makeup, and pushed their asses out for the people driving by to peruse their goods.
