That Evening

We spend a little more time chit-chatting, and I end up in front of the TV, playing some videogames while Cassandra gets ready for work at her new job. I distract myself with a shooting game as much as I can while she gets prepared upstairs.

After some time, I hear my girlfriend walking down the steps. I look up from the paused game to see her wearing a tight-fitting red dress that leaves very little to the imagination. To my relief, she bothered to put on a bra, at least partially concealing the big set of tits she carries around daily. My cock twitches at the sight of her, all dressed up, even if I'm already feeling jealous that a bunch of drunk guys are going to be ogling her all night.

"Wow, babe, you look positively stunning, Cassandra.", I say, honestly, my eyes looking her up and down as she finishes her descent down the stairs.

"Thank you baby! I hope it's not too much..." she says, looking down at herself and giving me a bit of a flourish.

"No, baby, I think it's perfect. I'd tip the hell out of you if you brought me a tray of drinks!" I say, us both sharing a light laugh.

She comes over to me in a slow, sultry manner, bending over and giving me a great view down her ample cleavage. We share a deep, loving kiss, her hand on my cheek. Finally, she pulls away, giving an exaggerated "muah" noise to punctuate the end of our last kiss before her shift at her new job.

"Have a great night, babe. I'll be up gaming, so if you need me, for any reason, just call me right away. You nervous?" I ask, looking into her big eyes.

"Of course, babe! And yes, I'm a little nervous, but I'll be fine. I promise. Thank you thank you thank you!" She exclaims, excitedly heading out the door, leaving me alone with the pause menu music and no other sound.