Happy Date Night.

Imogen is my absolute bestest friend ever. I’ve known her since we were literal children. Mom and Dad worked at her family’s high-end restaurant. Back then, it was the only one, but now, Imogen is heiress to a fine-dining chain with locations in New York, London, Paris, and Milan, with a new one due to open in Las Vegas.

My parents don’t work for Imogen’s family anymore. My dad died when I was a senior in high school, and my mom…well, she kind of went crazy. I was lucky Imogen’s mom offered to pay for her entire treatment. I don’t know what I’d have done otherwise. I’m not allowed to visit right now, but I hear she’s responding well to the electroconvulsive therapy.

It can be upsetting sometimes to think about her like that, but I know it’s for the best. It was like Imogen’s mom said when she first suggested the idea of committing her: she just isn’t capable of making rational decisions anymore. It was a huge red flag when she handed in her notice at the restaurant, where she had worked for over twenty-five years. She had been suffering from her nerves ever since Dad died. The hospital was the safest place for her. I just hope she doesn’t hate me for agreeing to send her there.

Anyway, back to Imogen. I know some people find it weird we’re besties. Imogen is really bubbly, outgoing, and super popular. It wasn’t a surprise to me when Imogen’s Instagram and TikTok took off. She’s so pretty with her buttercream blond hair, small waist, full hips, ample bosom, and that intoxicating, white smile. She technically works as an ambassador for her family's restaurants, but her social media following has grown so big these days that she’s paid huge money in advertising and promotions.

She got so busy with everything, that she suggested I come work for her as her PA. I wasn’t sure at first. I was taking some classes at State, trying to get an education in psychology in the hopes I might help my mom, but Imogen convinced me that was a waste of time. Nobody was going to hire someone who went to State, and besides, she needed me.

“Mouse,” she said, using the nickname that had stuck with me since high school, “I can’t trust anyone else to manage my schedule and run my errands. You’ve always been the responsible one.” I was touched she thought so highly of me. I dropped out of school and worked for Imogen full-time. She could be a demanding boss, but I got to experience all sorts of functions and parties I wouldn’t have otherwise.

I don’t have any other friends but Imogen. I’ve always been bad at socializing. I’m too shy and self-conscious. Imogen was always the one who did the talking on my behalf. I just followed her around and hung out with her other friends when they’d let me.

I know they don’t like me very much. They think I’m boring and…ugly. They say I look like a rat, and with my timid demeanor, the name: “Mouse” kind of stuck, especially after Imogen decided it was cute and started using it all the time.

It’s no wonder I haven’t ever had a boyfriend. I mean, the types of guys I meet through Imogen would never be interested in a bookish type like me, especially not with Imogen and her hot friends around.

There was this one guy, Kevin, who asked me on a date once, but Imogen told me he was only asking me out to get close to her so it never happened. She said he was a freak and I should stay away. I thought he was nice, but Imogen got mad and slapped me when I said I kind of wanted to go. She reminded me that she’s always protected me and that if she says he’s bad for me, then I should just accept her opinion without question. I apologized to her and agreed to never see him again.

I sometimes wonder what might have happened had I gone on that date, but I couldn’t risk upsetting Imogen. If she ever stopped being my friend her family would stop paying for my mom’s medical bills, I’d be out of a job with no references, and I’d be homeless with nowhere to go and no one to turn to.

It was a little scary to think about how much I depended on Imogen. I even lived with her. She was generous enough to let me live rent-free so long as I did the chores. It was a fair trade. It wasn’t as if I could afford the going rate for rent in such a high-end apartment based on the eight dollars an hour she paid me.

Imogen of course has plenty of guys she casually dates. For Valentine’s Day, she decided to give Josh another chance. He had some high-powered job in banking and so couldn’t spend as much time with her as she wanted, but he was handsome, well-built, and boy could he fuck.

Imogen always went into explicit detail when she talked about the guys she hooked up with. I’m a total virgin so I love listening to her stories. It makes me feel I can live vicariously through her.

Sometimes, when she’s kind of tipsy, she lets me listen to her actually fuck. She has me hide in her closet or under the bed, and I can hear everything that happens. It's my favorite thing in the world to play with my clitty to the sound of my best friend's orgasm. It’s the closest to sex I’m ever likely to get. I’m praying Imogen will let me listen to her and Josh tonight.

Imogen chose a pale pink bodycon dress with a plunging, deep V-neckline and split lantern sleeves. It’s bespoke to her exact body type and looks incredible. It showed off her tan, legs, and a tantalizing amount of cleavage. She wore Miu Miu blush slingback heels with jeweled embellishments, pink pearl stud earrings, and a matching necklace. She looked like the perfect, slutty princess. No man could resist her.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub, watching her apply the finishing touches to her makeup. “You look so beautiful,” I said.

She smiled at me through the mirror. “Oh yeah? Do you think Josh will like it?”

I nodded eagerly. “I know he will, Imogen. That dress looks amazing on you.”

She giggled. “It ought to, Mouse. It’s an Oscar De La Renta. It costs more than you make in a month.” She pouted her glossy lips and then turned to face me giving me a strong scent of her Dior Poison. She checked the time on the Michael Kors watch one of her fans had purchased from her wishlist as a gift. It was a strange phenomenon that the more money Imogen made, the less she actually had to pay for. “Josh’ll be here in fifteen minutes. There’s still time for you to get ready.”

The look of confusion on my dumb face made her giggle.

“What?” she said jokingly, “you thought I was the only one with a date?”

WA d-date? Really?” It was hard to believe. Kevin was the only guy who had ever shown an interest in me. I hadn’t even spoken to a guy in months. Who could possibly want to go out with me?

Imogen smiled and nodded. “Go ahead and get changed into something sexy.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure I don’t have anything sexy, Imogen.”

“Oh that’s right,” she said, “hmmm, well how about that Halloween costume from last year?”

I gulped. I hated that costume. Imogen had had the idea for her and her friends to dress as sexy cats with me as the mouse. They had a great time chasing me around with their whips, cornering me like I was their prey.

‘“-I can’t wear that,” I mumbled, tears forming in my eyes.

“Sure you can. You look adorable.”

“But-”

She sighed with annoyance. “Seriously? I’ve gone to all this trouble to find someone who actually wants to take your boring ass on a real date, and you’re arguing with me?”

“Sorry, Imogen,” I said quickly.

She folded her arms. “So are you going to listen to me and wear your mouse costume?”

I nodded sadly.

She giggled. “This is going to be so awesome.”

*

I looked like a slutty Minnie Mouse. The tiny polka-dot skirt was ridiculous with my skinny, pasty legs. There was a tail sewn on the back and the shoulder straps were too loose. I constantly worried that they would slip and reveal my girlish training bra. The ears were the worst part, though. I begged Imogen not to make me wear them but she said it would look silly without them. I didn’t want to make her mad so I did what she said.

She giggled and videoed me on her iPhone. “So perfect,” she said, “give us a little twirl, Mouse.”

I obliged, lifting my skirt and doing a little dance.

Imogen laughed delightedly. “Sooooo pretty. Blow us a kiss, Mousey.”

I blushed and did as she said. I was pretty sure the “us” meant she was going to send the video to her friend's WhatsApp group, a group I was not a part of.

“Keep dancing,” she said as she moved to the kitchen cupboards. She rummaged around for a sweet potato with googly eyes and a mustache drawn over the skin in black marker.

I froze and stared.

She burst into fits of laughter upon seeing my reaction. “Oh my god. I can’t even. This is too funny. Your face…oh my god.”

I tried to smile it off but I felt sick in my stomach. This was my date? A potato was my date?

“I think you two could really hit it off. Here, catch.” She threw the sweet potato at me and I instinctively fumbled for it, juggling it in my hands before I got it under control. “His name’s Manuel. He's Spanish. Can’t you tell by his manly mustache?”

I looked down at Manuel’s crazed eyes and felt a shiver of dread.

“You’re supposed to kiss your date,” she said, grinning.

My smile cracked and I started to cry. Was my first-ever date going to be with a potato? Why? Why was Imogen doing this to me?

“Urf, it’s just a joke. Jesus, Mouse. Can’t you take a fucking joke?”

“S-sorry, I-Imogen.”

“My friends are right. You’re so fucking boring. Like, why are we even friends? You never want to do anything fun.”

“P-please, don’t say that,” I sobbed.

“Why not? After everything I’ve done for you. You’d be nothing without me. I protected you from the bullies at school. I told my mom to keep your loser parents employed when she wanted to fire them. I even asked my mom to cover your mom’s medical bills. I gave you a job. I let you live with me. I let you hang out with me. Clearly, this friendship means more to me than you.”

I sniffled and wiped the tears from my cheeks with the back of my hands. “I’m sorry, Imogen. I know you’ve always watched out for me. I’m grateful. I’m so so grateful to have you as my friend. You mean the world to me. I know I’m nothing without you.”

She frowned. “Then prove it. Kiss the potato.”

I would have done anything to keep Imogen as my friend. My life without her would be cold and empty. I had to prove it was worth her time keeping me.

I slowly raised Manuel to my face and puckered my lips against his drawn-on mouth. I caressed his rough skin with my tongue and closed my wet eyes.

It was music to my ears when Imogen giggled again. I was happy she was happy.

The intercom buzzed and Imogen squealed with delight. “That’s Josh,” she said, prancing over to the button to let him inside.

I continued to make out with Manuel until Imogen waved me off with another giggle. “Stop that,” she said, “you’ll creep him out.”

I nodded and put the potato down on the kitchen counter.

Imogen opened the front door and Josh was waiting, dressed in an athletic-fit white shirt with navy accents tucked into belted suit pants and Italian calfskin shoes. It was obvious he liked to work out. He handed a huge bouquet of pastel pink roses to her. She smiled and rested them by her side as they kissed.

She pulled away from his lips and turned to me. “Put these in some water,” she said, waving the flowers in my general direction.

There were at least five dozen roses. As I took them I got a strong whiff of their magical scent.

“Hey there,” said Josh, looking me up and down questioningly.

Imogen giggled. “Oh that’s just Mouse,” she said, “my roommate.”

“N-nice to meet you,” I said.

“Yeah, likewise. Are you…going to a costume party or something?”

I blushed and instinctively covered myself with the flowers.

“Silly,” said Imogen slapping him playfully on the arm. “Mouse has a date actually.”

He looked confused but shrugged it off. “Well, we ought to get going. Nice to meet you, Mouse.”

I smiled and nodded, trying my best to be brave.

Imogen grabbed her quilted Chanel purse. “Remember,” she whispered into my ear before she left “it’s a date. Show Manuel a good time. I want to see the pictures.”

I didn’t have many options for cooking. I wasn’t exactly expecting company. My only plans were to play with my clitty while browsing through Imogen’s social media. Plus, what exactly should you cook for a potato? I decided on a Korean BBQ microwave meal.

I killed time waiting for it to cook by looking at Imogen’s most recent reels on Instagram. She and Josh were enjoying a multi-course meal at L'Atelier de Pierre Griezman - an exclusive Michelin-star restaurant that excelled in classic French cuisine with a modern twist. It had been fully booked months in advance, but Imogen was able to get a table thanks to her family’s connections in the business.

She looked radiant in her pictures as she drank from a crystal glass of fine champagne and enjoyed her lobster salad and fois gras stuffed quail. She had almost ten thousand loves already despite her pictures only being live for less than thirty minutes. I scrolled through the comments and saw plenty of love hearts, fire emojis, applause, and kisses. Her followers said she was divine, a queen, a goddess. I couldn’t have agreed more.

When the microwave pinged I set the table for me and Manuel. I placed him facing me and then leaned in close and smiled as big as I could for our selfie. I sent it to Imogen and waited a few moments for her response which came with plenty of laughing-crying faces.

I watched my screen as the dots indicated she was typing.

-So cute. What a sweet couple you are.

I responded with a blushing face hoping she would get bored with this soon. All I wanted was for all this to be over so I could continue to scroll through the comments on her Instagram while playing with myself.

-You look so hot in that dress, Mouse. I think Manuel wants to give you head.

I felt a prickle of dread creep over me. She couldn’t be serious.

-You’re his little slut, aren’t you?

I hesitated to reply. Tears welled in my eyes.

Imogen continued: -Lie down on your back and Manuel will eat you out.

I just stared hopelessly at the screen.

Imogen got impatient. -Or you can forget about listening to me and Josh having sex tonight. Your choice.

I felt my pussy tingle at the prospect. I did not want to pass up the chance to listen to them. My hand trembled as I messaged back with an -okay.

I picked up Manuel and laid flat on the kitchen tiles. I had to prove I was doing it by sending her a video. I raised my phone to get a shot of myself in position and then raised my skirt and pulled down my panties to show my bare pussy to the camera.

It was one of the most degrading things I’d ever done. I felt horrible. I really hoped Imogen would not share the video on her friend groups. I would never live it down. I just had to trust she would keep it between us.

I directed Manuel’s drawn-on face between my legs and ground my pussy against it. It was impossible to get wet until I closed my eyes and started to think about how beautiful Imogen looked for her date. I remembered the pretty sounds she had made the last time she had let me listen to her fucking one of her studs. I bit my lip and moaned as I rubbed the potato head roughly against my clit. I gasped in orgasm and squirted all over Manuel’s face.

Once I’d recovered my breath, I sent Imogen the video file.

Her response came back in a few minutes with a giant -LOL.

I smiled, despite the humiliation.

-Okay, slut. Go and wait for us under my bed. We’ll be back soon.

*

I waited patiently under my best friend’s bed for a good couple of hours, teasing my clitty with my finger and enjoying the tingling sensation that coursed down my body to the tips of my toes. I was super wet when I finally heard Imogen giggling from outside the door.

It was time. I held my breath to not give myself away. Josh probably didn’t know I’d be eavesdropping. Imogen found it more exciting that way. The risk of me getting caught was a huge turn-on for her.

It was moments like this that I cherished my friendship with Imogen more than anything. Yes, it sometimes made me feel bad when she pulled pranks like what happened with Manuel, but honestly, I was kind of asking for it. It’s like Imogen’s friend Kayla told me: if I stopped being so sensitive then it wouldn’t be as funny to tease me.

They had clearly drunk a few based on their intoxicated mutterings and giggles. I heard Imogen kick off her shoes and push Josh onto her bed. There were the smacking sounds of passionate kissing from above and the mattress soon flattened slightly against my nose. I inhaled deeply, trying to get a whiff of their sex.

There was plenty of foreplay from what I could tell. Imogen was moaning her pleasure. I knew Imogen was enjoying herself since her moans were the same as when she’d let me crawl between her legs to lick her beautiful pussy. It was usually when she was drunk and she hadn’t found any studs worthy of fucking her. I always felt proud when she told me to get to work pleasuring her. I’d become pretty good at it since the first time I did it back in senior year.

I was happy Josh clearly knew his way around a woman. Imogen was not so easy to please and Josh was doing a great job. I listened to the headboard tapping against the wall, slowly building up speed. The bed springs started to squeak and I felt heavy bumps against my face. I smiled, imagining it was Imogen’s asshole pounding into my nose.

Imogen’s moans became long gasps as Josh fucked her harder and deeper. Soon she was squealing in delight yelling, “Yes, yes, harder, harder.”

It was good that Josh had so much stamina. Imogen was a demanding lover and she would not put up with anyone cumming before she was ready.

Josh started to grunt and once he screamed “YES, OH FUCK, FUCK!” I knew Imogen must have been using her special trick. There was not a man alive who could stop themselves cumming when Imogen twisted her cunt like that.

It was all I needed to orgasm. I squeaked as I rubbed my clit, rolling my eyes back, and stretching my toes.

Multiple orgasms later, there was silence followed by the sounds of heavy breathing. Imogen must have been satisfied to allow him to sleep.

I closed my eyes and snuggled into myself, prepared for a night under my best friend’s bed, but was disturbed by a muted “pssst.” I looked up to see Imogen peering down at me, smiling brightly. Her skin was glowing. She looked so pretty after sex. I knew I must have looked like a sweaty mess.

She motioned for me to crawl out and so I slid on my back like a worm from under the bed. She giggled, still drunk, and wiggled her finger for me to follow her out of the bedroom. I crawled on all fours after her and she gave me a giggly shush despite me not making any noise.

She led me to the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind us.

I looked up at her from the floor and admired the open half-sleeve pink silk robe she was wearing. The belt was only tied loosely around her waist to show off her toned stomach and side boobs. She sat on the edge of her soaking tub and for a moment I got a glimpse of her naked pussy before she crossed her legs. It must have looked so beautiful with Josh’s big cock thrusting in and out of it.

She smiled at me and dangled three used condoms full of cum in front of my face, brushing my nose.

I found myself sniffing them and rocking back and forth as if slowly humping the air.

“You know,” said Imogen nonchalantly, “you were so funny tonight I think you deserve a special treat.”

I had butterflies in my stomach as I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.

Imogen giggled and squeezed the first of Josh’s massive loads slowly onto my tongue. I slurped it back and swallowed. The cum was warm and salty in my mouth. I obediently returned for more.

As soon as one condom was empty she placed it neatly on my head and then made a start on the next one. I had to admire Josh’s control. None of the condoms had broken and they were full of his powerful seed.

“Ew,” said Imogen, investigating her sticky fingers. “Gross.” She wiped them over my cheeks and giggled as she emptied the last droplets of cum into my mouth.

“Happy date night, loser,” she said, placing the final empty condom on my head.

I sniffled a little at her cruel but fair words. I was dressed as a slutty Minnie Mouse with the cum of my best best friend’s lover in my mouth and his empty condoms on my head. What else was I but a loser?

Imogen giggled, taking out her phone from the pocket of her robe, and taking a few pictures of me.

“Be sure to cook us a good breakfast tomorrow. We need our energy after a night like that.”

I nodded sadly.

“And I think it’ll be super cute if you polish and wax Josh’s Jag before he wakes up. It’ll be an awesome surprise for him.”

“S-sure thing, Imogen,” I said and sucked back the last of Josh’s cum from my tongue and down my throat.

She giggled at me and I silently thanked the universe for allowing me to be besties with such an amazing person.