Visiting the Parents

Belle smiled as she sat next to Bar, unable to stop herself from sitting right up against him, her breasts smooshing up against his arm. Bar had blushed a bit, but didn't say anything.

A few short months ago, she had been a servant of House Peckard, where she had been treated...fairly awfully, even by the standards of servants. She didn't like to think of it, but it sometimes came to mind in her sleep or when she was alone too long in her own thoughts.

Whenever it did, however, she only need think of the dashing Bar, and her thoughts would turn from dark and depressing into light and warmth. Bar, who had snatched her away from the awful Cob. Bar, who had cared for her kindly. Bar, who had made love to her in the most amazing way. Bar, who wanted to marry her.

She couldn't suppress a giggle at that last thought, breaking the silence of the carriage they were in.

Bar turned to her. “What's so funny?”

Belle shook her head and smiled at him, “Nothing...”

Belle thought Bar was a bit crazy, forming this harem of maids. Well, maids, dorm mistresses, and tavern wenches. She was fully along for the ride, of course, wherever it may lead. At this point, I would follow Bar to the ends of the world.

Bar was back to looking at the window, barely suppressing a yawn. He was up late with Joan...he's probably fairly tired. “Master, my lap.”

Bar looked over at her, before blushing as he looked at the other two carriage occupants.

Francesca giggled while Becky gave a soft smile.

“You can nap if you want, I might as well,” Fran said, looking at Becky.

Becky shook her head, “Mistress, please, your hair will be ruined.”

Belle pulled Bar down, placing his head onto her lap, and stroking his hair gently.

Bar just gave up, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep.

After a few minutes, Bar started snoring softly, causing Belle to giggle again.

This time, Francesca joined in. “You really dote on him, don't you?”

Belle blushed and averted her eyes. Francesca was aware that Belle and Joan (and Claire) were close with Bar, but she wasn't aware of their grandiose 'Plan'.

Becky asked, “Are we not close too, Mistress?”

Francesca tilted her head in thought, “Well, I think so, although you never let me nap on your lap.”

Becky sighed, before grabbing Francesca's head, taking off her hat, and laying her down into her lap.

Francesca blushed as she looked up at her.

Becky looked down and smiled. “Is it everything you hoped for?”

Francesca nodded. “Yes, although your thighs could be a bit softer.”

Becky flicked her in the forehead, causing Francesca to give a 'yeow!”

“Hey, you're the one who asked.”

Becky sighed again, while Belle started giggling again.

After a few hours, Bar woke up to see Belle's breasts. Oh yeah, lap pillow. While feeling comfortable, he also didn't want to impose on Belle any longer, so he carefully got up.

“Oh, are you feeling better Master?” Belle asked.

“Why are you-...oh yeah....” he said, looking over at Francesca and Becky. They were leaning against each other sleeping.

“How long have they been out?” Bar asked.

Belle sidled up next to him. “A bit after you fell asleep. I think I may have gotten a small nap in, too.”

Bar nodded, before looking at Belle as she kept looking up at him. “What's wrong?”

Belle whispered, “I'd like a reward, Master.”

Bar looked at the other two sleeping, then at (the probably also sleeping) Marley, and then gave her a peck on the lips.

Belle smiled gleefully. “More, please!”

Bar shook his head, whispering back, “We can do more later, okay?”

Belle nodded, before giving him a kiss on the cheek and wrapping her arms around his, squishing it between her breasts.

A bit later, and a particularly hard bump woke up Francesca and Becky. Belle quickly loosened her grip on Bar to a slightly less intimate one.

“Oh...how long were we out?” Francesca asked, putting her hat back on, her golden-blonde drills bouncing with the carriage.

“A couple hours,” Belle responded.

“We'll be stopping soon,” Marley said only turning his head slightly to talk back towards them.

A half hour later, they had pulled into an upscale inn.

Bar whispered to Marley, “Are you sure this is the right place? I don't know if I'm carrying enough money.”

Marley gave him a big grin, before pulling out a coinpurse. “Miss and Master were so excited you were bringing a woman along, they said tuh stop at the best inns to impress her.”

Bar sighed, Well, I'll take their generosity while I still can.

Inside, they grabbed a table while Marley went to get them rooms. Due to the high-class nature of this inn, their tavern area was more akin to an upscale restaurant. After just a few moments, a lady in a fine dress came over. “Miss and Mister, what can I order for you?” she then took a look at the two maids, who were sitting with them, but then quickly looked back at Francesca.

Francesca ordered a large helping of shepherd's pie.

Bar looked up from the menu. “I'll have a large steak. Do you want one too?” he said, turning to Belle.

Belle seemed embarrassed, “I'm fine with just some chicken stew...”

“Okay, one stew then for her,” Bar said.

The lady seemed not sure how to react at first, then smile, and said, “Of course, coming right up.”

As she walked away, Francesca shook her head. “What are you doing? Having our servant's sit with us is one thing, but you can't just order food for them.”

Bar seemed confused. “They need to eat something. How does Becky feel about not eating anything?”

Becky shook her head, “I'm fine with just my Mistress's scraps.”

Francesca shook her head, “I ordered a large pie so I could share some with Becky, since it's perfectly acceptable to give servant's your leftovers. How do you not know this?”

Bar blushed a bit. He did know this, he had just been ignoring noble standards for the last few months. “Sorry...”

Francesca shook her head again. “You don't need to apologize to me, it's not like I care. But you should probably be careful in front of your parents, right?”

Belled grabbed his leg under the table, and whispered up to him. “I know you care about me, so please just treat me like a normal servant during the trip.”

Bar gulped and nodded. I can't risk screwing things up when we've been going in the right direction.

After getting their food and eating, Marley came over with their keys. Giving one to Becky and one to Belle.

Francesca looked at him curiously. “Are you just staying in the carriage? I would think you could have a servant's room, too.”

Marley grinned at him. “No need, miss. I usually just stay at the bar all night,” he said, before walking straight to said bar.

Francesca seemed concerned, looking at Bar.

“Don't worry, that's normal...” he said.

Francesca thought for a moment but decided not to pursue it any further.

“Well, I'm going to go get ready for bed,” she said, standing up. Becky also got up, leading her to their room.

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Belle also got up, leading Bar along until they got to their room. After they were in, Belle locked the door, immediately jumping on Belle's back.

“Sheesh, what's gotten into you...” Bar said teasingly, turning his head and kissing her.

Belle started pulling his clothes off, so Bar took hers off in turn, until she was only in some lacy black lingerie.

Bar looked her up and down, causing Belle to get a bit red. Walking up to her, he held her close, pressing their bodies together, and kissing her again.

Belle looked up at him. “Um...Bar...”

Bar just looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

“Um...I love you Bar...”

Bar paused for a moment, before smiling. “I love you too, Belle,” and kissed her again.

Belle gave a sigh of relief.

Bar chuckled a bit. “What, did you think I wouldn't say it back?”

Belle shook her head. “No, but...I was nervous...”

Bar gave a slight wince, “Sorry, it's not like I didn't, but...I never really know when a good time to say it is...”

Belle smashed herself against Bar again, putting her cheek to his chest.

Bar reached a bit lower and grabbed her butt. “Well, want to show our love for each other?”

Belle blushed again, reaching down to grab his member.

A knock came at the door.

Bar and Belle looked at the door, then back at each other.

Another knock came a few moments later. “Are you already asleep? I thought I heard talking.” came the unmistakable voice of Francesca.

Belle let got of Bar, who went to go put his pants back on.

However, as he was struggling into them, trying to fit his still-erect member in, he realized too late that Belle hadn't put her clothes back on. “Belle...”

Belle opened the door to Francesca, who was wearing a fancy pink pajamas, her hair still in her drills. Behind her was Becky, who was wearing plain brown pajamas normal for a servant.

“I was hop-...” Francesca started, before comprehending the sight in front of her. Belle was in her lacy black lingerie, while Bar was behind her trying to get his pants on.

Becky snorted a bit, barely suppressing a laugh.

Belle was confused for a moment, before looking down, then trying to cover herself.

Francesca sighed, “I was hoping we could talk, but if you two just want to get busy as soon as you get back to your room, we can come back later.”

Belle closed the door quickly, grabbing her maid outfit and trying to throw it back on.

Bar couldn't see his shirt, so he gave up and went back to the door, opening it up. “Sorry, we can talk.”

Francesca, seeing him shirtless, blushed ever so slightly, before coughing. “Thank you,” she eventually replied, before coming inside and sitting down at the tea table.

Belle had gotten her maid outfit back on, but was still blushing beet red in embarrassment while she poured them some tea.

Becky patted her head after Belle sat down on the servant bed next to her.

Francesca took a sip. “Anyways...I was hoping we could make sure our stories are straight before getting to your parents place.”

Bar nodded, still shirtless. “That makes sense, but why not talk tomorrow night, since that would be right before we get there?”

Francesca hesitated a moment, before replying, “In case we don't get through everything in one night, so I wanted to start today.”

Bar raised an eyebrow, “Is it really gonna take that long?”

Francesca seemed a bit irritated. “What, would you rather be banging your maid instead of talking to me?”

“That's not what I-...” Bar started, before trailing off, not sure what to say.

Francesca blushed and then coughed, “Sorry, I went too far there...”

After that was silence, before Becky cleared her throat.

Francesca snapped back to attention. “Right...so I was thinking that our story should be 'you won me over with your wit and charm'.”

Bar held up a big 'X' with his arms immediately. “No way, my parent's won't believe you at all.”

Francesca's eyes went wide. “What!? But what's wrong with that!?”

“Like I said, my parents won't believe you. Wit, maybe, but charm? My mom will sniff you out immediately,” Bar explained.

“Do your parents think that lowly of you?” Francesca asked.

Bar shook his head. “It's not that, but they know me. I think we should focus on physical attributes, my mom at least thinks I'm attractive. That's all she ever mentioned at my meetups with noblewoman. I had to eventually convince her to stop being at them.”

Francesca blushed slightly again at Bar's bare upper body. “I guess it's not bad...”

Bar waved her off, “Yeah, yeah, I know I'm nothing on Gerard. Talk about my dueling, too. That was why they set this up in the first place, my notoriety from getting second place at the tournament.”

Francesca nodded. “What about your studying? I could talk about how you helped me for exams.”

Bar nodded, smiling. “Oh, yeah, they'll love that...”

They continued on for a while, helping Francesca get a good idea of what his parents were like.

At some point, Belle had fallen asleep on the servant's bed, so Becky had put a cover over her, and then got up to refill their tea.

After a lull in the conversation, Francesca looked over at the sleeping Belle. Blushing a bit, she said, “Sorry for interrupting your time with Belle.”

Bar shook his head, “It's okay, we needed to plan at some point.”

Francesca got up, heading to the door with Becky in tow. “See you in the morning,” she said with a nod.

Bar nodded.

After they had left, Bar went over to Belle, who was still sleeping on the servant bed. Looking over at the main bed, he decided to slip onto the servant bed with Belle, getting under the cover with her. Careful not to wake her up, he snuggled close to her and close his eyes. We can continue where we left off tomorrow.

In the morning, Belle woke up with Bar facing her, still asleep. Not that this was abnormal necessarily, although it was a bit odd they were still clothed. After a moment, she remembered the previous night. I must have fallen asleep while they were talking.

Waking up Bar gently, “Sorry, Bar, I fell asleep...”

Bar rubbed his eyes, instinctively giving Belle a kiss. “That's what your supposed to do in bed.”

Belle giggled slightly, “No, I'm sorry I fell asleep before we could have sex.”

Bar shrugged, “It's okay, I wasn't going to wake you up.”

Belle shook her head. “Please wake me up next time.”

Bar sighed, “Okay, okay, your sleeping face is really cute though...”

Belle blushed and playfully grabbed his cheeks like she had seen Joan do a million times.

After grabbing a quick bowl of porridge for breakfast, they set off again in the carriage.

“Will he be okay?” Francesca asked, looking at Marley. “Will we be okay?”

Bar nodded, “Yeah, he drinks all night then sleeps it off while the horse is pulling.”

Francesca didn't seem completely convinced, but turned her attention back to Bar. “I was thinking more of our conversation last night, and...” she paused for a moment, biting her lip, “...I think you should let me do most of the talking.”

Bar raised an eyebrow. “I'm not against that or anything, but why are you so gung-ho about doing the talking?”

Francesca crossed her arms, and put her right leg over her left, wiggling her foot slightly. “I was a bit worried about your parents being suspicious, so if I do most of the talking, it will seem more believable, right?”

Bar nodded.

“Additionally...it sounds like your mother is like my mother, a stickler for noble proprieties who is more concerned with making connections than what her children think,” she explained.

Bar felt like he could cry. Holding up his hands in praise, “Yes! That's exactly my mother. And she would be mean to the woman servants close to me.”

Becky chimed in. “Lady Nantes was never mean to me.”

Francesca rolled her eyes. “Yes, because she wasn't worried about us having sex.”

Bar and Belle both blushed.

“Is she going to be upset about you and Belle?” Francesca asked, seeing them.

“Probably. We'll have to be careful not to earn her ire...” Bar said, somewhat defeatedly.

Francesca shook her head, “That's why I'm saying I should do most of the talking. I'm sure your mother will be talking more with mine the longer we're 'courting' so if I set a good first impression, the less issues we'll have later.

Bar nodded at her explanation. “You've thought this through.”

Francesca got a bit of a haughty smile. “For as much as my mother irritated me, she taught me how to be a proper noblewoman. Even if I don't always follow her teachings to the letter...”

The day passed mostly quietly, interspersed with the occasional conversation and napping, until they once again stopped at an expensive inn for the evening.

This time at dinner, Bar took Francesca's advice, ordering only for himself.

“I'll take two plates of lamb roast,” he replied to the waitress.

The waitress paused for a moment, then nodded. “Two plates of lamb roast...”

Francesca (who had ordered a chicken and vegetable medley) shook her head. “Normally you make it less obvious.”

Belle was blushing again.

As soon as the lamb roast came out, Bar pushed one over to her.

She whispered, “You really want me to eat all of this?”

Bar nodded, whispering back “You'll need energy for later.”

Belle blushed heavily, then started aggressively eating.

Francesca looked at them while forking a piece of broccoli. “I've thought this before, but this just reinforces it...aren't you two weirdly close?”

Bar blushed, while Belle averted her gaze while eating. Neither said anything.

Francesca continued, “I mean, it's not like I don't get it. Belle is gorgeous. It's just...even for treating your servant well...”

Bar shook his head, “Belle deserves the best.”

Belle blushed but gave a small smile, staring down at her plate.

Becky chimed in, That's right, she does deserve the best. And so do I.”

Francesca sighed, “Are you saying I don't give it to you?”

Becky nodded. “No, you do. I just wanted to remind you.”

At this, Bar and Becky gave a small laugh, causing Francesca to blush a bit. “Fine, fine, just get it out of your system before we arrive tomorrow. I'll stay in my room tonight.”

Belle blushed a bit, while Bar nodded.

After dinner, they went up to their rooms. Instead of ripping his clothes off, Belle just held onto Bar for a bit.

“What's wrong?” Bar asked, turning around while she was hugging him.

“I love you,” Belle said. “I wanted to say it more yesterday but didn't get the chance.”

Bar smiled, “I love you too. And I'll say it as much as you want.”

Belle giggled, “Well, better not say it while we're at your estate.”

Bar nodded, grinning nervously, “I'll try not to slip up.”

Then, they started undressing.

“Do you think your parents will like me?” Belle asked as she unzipped her maid outfit.

“My mother, no, she'll hate that I got another pretty maid.”

Belle just giggled, having heard the stories from Joan and Bar.

“Remember, you're my maid, so she can't boss you around,” he said as he slipped out of his undergarments.

Belle nodded as she took off her black lingerie. “What about your father?”

Bar slid into the hot tub of water in the room. “Father...” he paused, “...maybe stay away from my father...”

Belle seemed concerned, “Do you think he'd try to take me from you?”

Bar paused for a moment, then shook his head. “No, I don't think so, but I'd rather not even give him the temptation.”

Belle nodded before sliding in next to Bar in the tub. Putting a hand on his chest, he pressed her breasts against his side and laid her cheek on his shoulder. “This feels nice.”

Bar wrapped an arm around Belle, kissing her lovingly. “Maybe we should get a larger tub for the dorm.”

The one provided by the Academy was barely even large enough for one person. Bar had to scrunch up to fit in it and wash, and even Belle couldn't lay her legs flat. Only Claire was able to do that.

Belle giggled at the thought. “Large enough for you and all your woman?”

Bar blushed but nodded. “That would be nice.”

Belle whispered in his ear, “I prefer having you by myself, though,” and started stroking his member.

Bar had been containing himself well for having a naked Belle all over him, but now he started getting erect, the sensation of Belle's soapy hand going up and down his shaft.

Bar reciprocated, sticking a finger into Belle, causing her to go faster.

Once Belle though Bar was sufficiently hard, she straddled onto him, laying against him in the tub with his member inside her.

Bar wrapped his arms around her, squishing her chest into his, and started gently thrusting up and down.

Belle got red, “I love you so much...”

Bar smiled, “You told me...” he replied teasingly. Eventually he was unable to hold himself back, thrusting faster and faster until he released inside her.

Belle was spasming in his arms, unable to contain herself either. After calming down, she laid her head against his chest, “Just hold me forever...”

Bar winced a bit, “I think the others might get upset though...”

Belle giggled, “Well, just hold me for now.”

Bar did as asked, squeezing he closely to him.

After a few minutes, he started to get hard again, still inside Belle.

Belle blushed, pushing his chest teasingly, “You meanie, ruining our lovey-dovey moment.”

Bar blushed, “Sorry, I couldn't help myself...”

Belle giggled, “Let's continue on the bed.”

After another couple rounds of love-making, Belle laid next to him on his arm, tenderly caressing his cheek.

“What's gotten into you?” Bar asked. “I mean, it's always amazing with you, but...”

Belle shook her head, “I just...surrendered to my feelings.”

Bar wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he ended up just putting his free arm on her hip.

Belle seemed to enjoy this, scooching closer to him and closing her eyes.

Bar smiled seeing how content she was, closing his eyes as well.