It doesn’t work out

The next two weeks Shannon and Daniel keep getting together, searching for private places so they can fuck again. But for some reason she just can’t orgasm with him. Every time they have sex, he orgasms and she doesn’t.
It must be because there’s something wrong with her. She loves him and he loves her, so what other reason could there be? So Shannon keeps going back to Daniel, whenever she’s not with her friends, and has unsatisfying sex with him. She fakes her orgasms, makes him feel like he’s an amazing fucker, and hopes that one day he will make her cum for real.

One day, about the third week after the convention, Shannon is rummaging through her purse and finds the card Kwame had given her when she left. She shrugs and throws the card in the trash. But soon after her thoughts go back to the day she lost her virginity. Kwame’s dick was so huge and, despite how much difficulty she has orgasming now, at least Kwame’s dick it actually worked.
Shannon reaches into the trashcan and pulls the card back out. She shouldn’t. She has a boyfriend now. It would be wrong to cheat on him. But …

Shannon is staring at her phone, rereading the message she had send twenty minutes ago.
“Hey, there. Shannon here. In case you don’t remember my name, I’m that cute white girl whom you had some fun with at the convention. Yeah, that kind of fun. And well, I’m kind of in need for another dose. Wanna come find me and pick me up? I’ll make it worth your time ;)”
Her heart tells her it is the wrong thing to do and hopes she gets rejected. Her pussy however is already getting wet with anticipation, yearning for him to accept. The conflict between the two makes it feel like she’s been waiting for hours now.
When a message finally arrives she holds her breath and reads it.
“Hi, Shannon. Don’t worry, I remember you. You’re that hot brunette that joined me at the room I was staying in. If you want to do that again, I’d love to come and find you. Sadly I’m busy most of the week. What about Saturday? Does that work out for you?”
Shannon quickly types, “Saturday sounds great. Where do you live, btw? If it’s too far from my place I don’t mind taking the train to somewhere closer to you.”
Then Shannon doesn’t press send.

“What am I doing?” She whispers to herself. “I’ve finally got the boyfriend I’ve wanted and les then a month later I’m making plans to cheat on him.”
As soon as she hits the send button there’ll be no going back. She’ll have set herself up for getting fucked by a guy that isn’t her boyfriend. She wants to both delete that message and press the send button at the same time.