Cassandra's outfit & Unpacking

"I'll head back up and work on unpacking more while you two catch up," my father said, giving Cassandra one last look before leaving. I let out a tiny sigh, finally 'alone' with Cassandra, and with my father out of the room I was able to fully focus on my girlfriend. Looking at her I took in her clothes for the first time, realizing she was very much not wearing her normal baggy hoodie and loose sweats that she always wore when she'd come over. Instead she sported a white tank top, shockingly low for her that showed a generous amount of cleavage, which thanks to her clearly doing something physical before I got here was glistening with a tiny bit of sweat. The bottom half wasn't much better, blue leggings that clung to every inch of her thighs and ass that didn't leave much to the imagination.

"That outfit is, umm, definitely," I said, eyes locked on my girlfriend's chest. How could I not stare?

"Oh you like it? I needed something light and breezy for all the movin," she said, perfectly normal.

"Yeah yeah I like it, of course I like it! It's just more, umm, showy than what you'd normally wear around at my parents house."

"Well duhhh, we're not in your parents house, we're in our house silly!" she said. That did make sense, it was our place so it was great she could relax and dress how she wanted. Still, my DAD was here and seeing more of my girlfriend's body than he ever had before.

"Besides, the AC isn't that great so the house is always a little warm. Get used to seeing this sort of stuff," she said, and again I was conflicted. I could certainly get used to it, hell I LOVED the view and could stare at her forever, but it felt odd that she had been wearing that around dad. I shook that off though, reminding myself that I was massively over thinking and that wasn't going to help anyone. Cassandra didn't even seem to think twice about the outfit, so why should I?

"Now c'mon, your dad offered to help unpack stuff for our room, I didn't have much time yesterday and I don't want him to have to do it all by himself," Cassandra said. As I followed her up the stairs I got an even better look at her ass, every large jiggling bit of it inches from my face. I let out a tiny moan at the sight, Cassandra must have heard it because she let out a giggle right before we got to our bedroom. My father already had a box sitting on top of our bed,

"Good timing, found this smaller box, looks like it's labeled 'bras'. Where are you wanting them put sweetheart?" my father said. He was acting like it was completely normal to talk about the bras of his son's girlfriend as I was left gawking at him.

"Oh, umm, I will take care of those, you don't have to-" Cassandra started to say, and my dad went to hand the box over to her. He must have already cut open one end of the box and forgot he did it though, because when he went to hand it to her the bottom fell open, her bras dropping to the floor in a splatter. A few that even I hadn't seen her in yet, and I know Cassandra was blushing like wild as she crouched down to try and gather them. My dad bent down to help, picking up the lacey red one she'd just worn a few nights ago.

"Goodness, that is a LOT bigger than Jason's mom!"

"Dad!" I blurted out.

"Mr. Hill!" Cassandra said, although it was far more playful than mine and followed with what sounded like a giggle.

"Oh sorry kiddo, but I couldn't help it, I mean look at this thing!" He said, holding it up to me, as if I hadn't seen it before. He chuckled after, looking over the bra for a second.

"Certainly puts your mom's C cups to shame! I had no idea! With all those baggy clothes she used to wear, who would have known little Cassie here was so..." he trailed off, thankfully not finishing the sentence.

"Oh c'mon Mr. Hill, they're not that big!" she said, still crouched down and gathering her bras from the floor. My father was openly looking at her chest, which I guess is natural since she's talking about it and she must have not realized that with her crouched it was giving him what I imagined was a hell of a view.

"Much bigger than I ever imagined, you should be proud of them Cassie, proud of all your body," he said. It sounded reassuring, supportive in a weird way, kind and warm. The way he spoke like it was normal, something a loving father, or in this case future father in law, would say. I very much didn't want the embarrassing conversation to continue though.

"Umm can we stop talking about my girlfriend's boobs now," I awkwardly say, and my father just laughs. Cassandra gets up and is practically glowing with how much she's blushing, eyes on the floor as she shuffles over to the dresser drawer to put her bras away.

I grabbed one of the other boxes and lifted it onto the bed, not paying attention to what was written on it, just wanting to move on from that embarrassing exchange. Focus on unpacking us, get settled in and start my college life with Cassandra, even if it involved my father for a bit.