Once Is An Accident - listen to the Podcast I took my friend Tess’s virginity by accident. The text popped up on my screen: “Are you ready for me? I hope you’re saving up all your cum for when I see you tomorrow.” Lysa attached a video. It was taken last summer, right before we were going to be apart for months. The video started on her face, scrunched up in pleasure, then scanned down her chest, her breasts bouncing in rhythm, nipples beautifully hard. The video kept going further down, over her toned abs, to the fuzzy dusting of blonde hair on her pussy. Further down, and I could see her flowery pussy lips opening, welcoming my cock over and over with a wet sound. Behind the camera, I could hear myself say in a low, gruff voice, “Fuck, Lysa, I’m about to cum.” “Cum inside me,” Lysa moaned on the video. “Cum in me, fill up my pussy…” On the video my cock drove deep into her, as far as it could go, then throbbed, emptying cum into her pussy. Lysa moaned off-camera. In the light of the flash, I pulled my cock from her grasping pussy, letting the cum spill out of her. As the camera tilted up, angling the shot to include not only the cum dripping from her pussy but also her heaving breasts and her face, blonde hair and eyes gazing down at me, I paused the video. “Come on,” I typed back. “That’s not fair. You’re making it very hard to stick to our agreement.” I’m ashamed to admit that quitting masturbation for three weeks was a harder task than I’d expected, but my girlfriend was going to be out of town for that whole time, and I’d agreed to save it for her. Lysa loved cum more than anything, and I was happy to oblige her, knowing the pent up passion would make my first time back inside her extra good. Our junior year of college ended three weeks ago, so our whole friend group had gone down to my friend Henry’s family’s place in the Catskills for a vacation before starting our summer jobs. Lysa had to visit family, so she was only coming for the last chunk of the trip. “Only 16 more hours,” Lysa texted back. “I get in late tonight.” “Wake me up when you do,” I texted with a flirty emoji. “I’ve got a few ideas of how.” She attached another picture, this one of her with two fingers buried inside her wet pussy. “I’m blocking you,” I joked. “Too much teasing, and it’s only 9 A.M.” From the door of my room, I heard a knock. “One second,” I called out, before texting Lysa: “Have to go, big day of hiking ahead.” I put my phone down next to me, then yelled to the door: “Come in!” Tess stepped through the door, looking alert and chipper in athletic clothing. She took in the room, frowning. “We’ve been here one night and it looks like a tornado hit your room.” My best friend from childhood, Tess grew up two streets away from me. We were even each other’s first kiss when we were 12. But that was all long ago. Both of us had chosen the same college, several states away from our hometown, and remained good friends. I can’t say people didn’t ask about me and Tess, though. She was undeniably beautiful: big blue eyes below dark eyebrows, high cheekbones and angular features, chestnut-brown hair tied in a tight braid. And yes, I had spent my teenage years observing the changes in her body, watching as she grew into a stunning, willowy woman with a shapely ass and breasts that were on the smaller side but perfectly fit her short frame. I knew she was beautiful, but our relationship was never really romantic (not counting the first kiss), which suited us perfectly. We worked too well as friends to risk anything. Besides, she had been the one to introduce me to Lysa, and Tess was dating Henry. “You know how I feel about putting clothes in drawers while on vacation. Besides, you don’t have to share my room,” I said. I stealthily tucked my semi-hard cock into my waistband and stood, brushing past her to pick up one of the shirts from the ground. Sniffing it, I put it on. “You’re horrible,” Tess said with a laugh. “Anyway, I was just coming to rouse yo