The Cum Down [M/F] [Friends With Benefits] [Booty Call] [Caffeine Is One Hell Of a Drug]

“Really need u to fuck me”

In the 10 years that we’ve been friends, Lizzie has sent me some crazy late-night texts, but this was definitely a first.

*Play it cool. It’s Lizzie … this is definitely just a prank.*

“Ooh I’m good at this game … I really need a million dollars,” I replied. “Oh, and Sydney Sweeney”

(The last part is an inside joke between us—Lizzie looks exactly like the actress from our favorite TV show, Euphoria. Blond, light blue eyes, and flawless tits that seem too big for her toned body. I even jokingly call her Sweeney sometimes.)

“Ughhh NOT kidding, drank too many energy drinks … I NEED a cum down”

“A what??”

Lizzie’s caffeine addiction was not news to me. She works odd hours as a nurse, so I get it. At any given time, she has a dozen brightly colored empty cans rolling around the floorboard of her otherwise spotless Honda Civic. I find her “addiction” kind of endearing so I just keep my thoughts to myself … personally I think they taste disgusting, like fruit juice mixed with battery acid.

“I need a hookup to cum down off the drinks. I am SUPER jittery and this might be TMI but masturbating hasn’t helped … I need dick“

I pictured my best friend furiously rubbing her clit while texting me. Hand disappearing down the front of her jeans. Biting her bottom lip. Moaning from pleasure at first and then frustration when her delicate fingers can’t reach deep enough inside her to calm herself down.

Not gonna lie, this mental image instantly made my cock hard then, and it still does now as I write this. We’re both between relationships, and we are 100% in the friend zone, though the looks she has been giving me recently make me think we might be 99% in the zone … 98% … 97% and dropping …

“Happy to help,” I texted, “but are you sure about this? Don’t want to fuck up a good thing by fucking, yknow”

“100% sure,” she shot back. “I promise this won’t mess up our friendship … I just need you inside me, no commitments or anything”

“I’m down. My place or yours?”

“Plz come over. I’m too jumpy to drive”

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Lizzie answered the door quickly, like she had been standing just inside waiting for me to knock.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” she said, giving me a big hug and talking a million miles a minute. I just nodded and smiled. I’d honestly never seen her this highly strung.

She took my hand and pulled me through the living room—I noted the empty Red Bulls scattered all over the coffee table—and straight to her bedroom. I admired her on the way. She was wearing short pink gym shorts with the beginnings of what looked like a cumstain on the crotch, her long blond hair falling chaotically over bare shoulders and the straps of her tantalizingly low-cut tank top.

In her room, Lizzie impatiently bounced on her toes while I pulled off my jacket and jeans. I tried not to stare as her boobs bobbed up and down with no bra to hold them in place.

“Alright, Sweeney, how many drinks have you had today?”

“Feel my heartbeat and guess,” she said, arching her back and sticking her chest out so her tits almost completely filled my vision.

She took my hand and nestled it between her breasts. I could literally see her nipples get hard through her top as I felt a part of her that had always been off limits. I’m pretty sure we both got goosebumps.

“I guess, um, thre–”

“FIVE,” she practically shouted. Then she remembered her current predicament and frowned. “I can normally just rub myself and calm down, but that wasn’t working tonight … “

Without thinking, Lizzie rotated her body so my hand brushed against the front of each breast. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen someone practically vibrating with sexual energy. If she took another sip from the can on her nightstand, she would have grown wings and started flitting around the room like a busty angel who got kicked out of Heaven for breaking some lust-related rule.

“Thanks for coming over,” she said with a devious grin. “I’m sorry I can’t give you a million dollars or Sydney.”

“You can give me something else,” I said.

Just like that, no hesitation. I wanted her so badly.

My eagerness must have been too much for her to resist, because what happened next was a caffeine-fueled blur. She pushed me backwards onto her bed, pulled down my boxers, rolled a condom over my stiff cock, dropped her shorts, and straddled me.

I felt her warm hand on my dick as she guided me straight between her legs. Her eyes got big.

“*Holy fuuuuuuuuuuuck*,” she moaned.

I am by all definitions an “average” guy, but I was definitely bigger than Lizzie’s desperate fingers. I honestly think the amount of caffeine in her system made her body tense up, because her pussy was gripping every throbbing inch of me.

She closed her eyes, leaned forward, and rested her forehead on my chest while her body acclimated to my thickness. I watched in slow motion as my friend’s breasts practically spilled out of her top. Sweet hints of energy drink on her breath mixed with the intoxicating smell of her cum, which was now running down the base of my shaft.

“D-damn, you are … you’re crazy tight right now.”

“I k-know,” she gasped. “It–um–doesn’t feel bad or anything, does it?”

“It feels *incredible*.”

“Good,” she said, giving her hips a little roll that left me reeling.

I decided to voice a concern that had been bouncing around my head since she had texted me earlier.

“I’m–um–not honestly sure how long I am gonna last,” I said. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with anybody, and you–y’know, feel really good and … “

Lizzie put a single finger on my lips. She leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

“I am going to cum practically as soon as I start fucking you,” she said. “That’s the thing about me on caffeine … I’m practically horny all day and then I just need a cock inside me to get off.”

And with that, she sat back up and started grinding. Slowly once or twice, like she was seeing how far she could lift her body off mine while still keeping the head of my cock inside her.

And then she fucked me.

Lizzie released every ounce of energy pent up inside her body over the next minute, riding me into oblivion. She was loud too. A lot of it was four-letter words in random combinations, but she said other things that friends almost never hear one another say. Nice things about how big I felt inside her. How she could practically feel me in her stomach. How my cock is “perfect.”

When she was right on the verge of orgasming, Lizzie put my hands on her tits and squeezed my fingers to let me know I could be rough with her. Holding her D-cups tightly, I started thrusting hard—we could both hear my balls slapping against her ass. I watched her eyes flutter and her whole body began to shake.

“*Fuckfuckfuckohfuck*FUCKFUCK” she moaned.

I’d say it was the Red Bull talking, but I said basically the same exact thing a moment later when I came too. Her tight, quivering pussy felt incredible, but it was the sound of her getting off that pushed me over the edge. I felt the warmth of my load fill the condom. My balls were finally empty.

Lizzie collapsed on the bed next to me, an adorable heap of limp limbs and firm tits. Her eyes found mine, and she had a silly grin on her face.

“That. was. *a-ma-zing*,” she said softly, after she had finally caught her breath.

“You weren’t kidding,” I replied. “You definitely had some energy. Five cans worth … ”

She was quiet for a moment and I began to worry she had some awful post-nut clarity, like she regretted what we’d done. I didn’t regret anything, which made the silence all the worse.

And then I looked over and realized that she had fallen asleep.

*The cum down had worked!*

I got up, cleaned up, and got dressed without Lizzie stirring at all. I gently positioned her pillow under her head and tucked her in. An empty Monster can fell out of her blankets and onto the wood floor with a loud, tinny “CLANK” that made me jump.

I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and bent over to pick it up.

The real surprise came when I stood back up.

Awoken by the fallen can, Lizzie was sitting up in bed looking up at me with sleepy big, blue eys. Before I could make a joke about her falling asleep, she leaned forward, took my face in her hands, and gave me a kiss.

I felt a jolt pass between us–like she was giving me all the remaining energy left in her body.

“*Mmm*, thaaanks,” Lizzie muttered. “You’re—you’re the best.”

For a moment I was speechless. It’s like she gave my brain wings and it just flew away.

“Get some rest, Sweeney,” I said finally. “And lay off the juice tomorrow, okay?”

With her eyes still closed, Lizzie simply gave me an adorable smirk and rolled over.

I tiptoed out of her room, gently put a few empty cans in the trash, stepped out the front door, and locked it with the spare “emergency” key she had given me when she moved into the apartment a year ago.

The clock on my car’s dashboard said 2 a.m. at this point, and my post-orgasm body and mind should have been moving in slow motion. But I wasn’t.

I was walking on air.

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When I woke up late the next morning, the cum down seemed like a fantastic dream. I rolled over in bed to check my phone and make sure I hadn’t imagined the whole thing.

Nope, it wasn’t my imagination. All our horny texts were still there … including a new one from Lizzie: “Thx for last night!!! Left you a thank you gift on your porch “

I almost broke my neck hopping out of bed. When I opened my door, there was a small bouquet of flowers in—of course—an energy drink can. And a card.

“Thanks for coming through for me. You’re a great friend and an even better kisser xoxo – Sweeney”

“P.S. I owe you one”

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