An Unexpected Dinner Guest

In the morning, Bar woke up, jumbled together between his two fiance's. He wasn't sure if its what woke him up, but Claire was laying on top of him, snoring loudly. Joan was still laying where she had been, her arm between Bar and Claire. Looking up, he could see from the clock that he needed to get up now if he wanted to safely make it to class on time.

“Errrr...” he said, trying to wake them up by wiggling his body gently, but feeling awkward.

Claire merely rolled a bit to the side, while Joan didn't move at all.

Bar picked up Claire, setting her on the other side of the bed. This was enough to wake up Joan, who slowly opened her eyes, before reaching over and giving Bar a kiss.

“Sorry again about yesterday,” said Bar.

Joan shook her head, “I already forgave you, so just don't make the same mistake again.”

Bar leaned over and gave her a kiss back, before both of them rolled out of bed.

As they were getting dressed, they heard a voice from the bedroom. “Um...is...is it safe?”

They looked over, to see the door cracked open, Belle looking out.

Bar was concerned, “Shoot! Sorry Belle, I...”

Belle shook her head “It's okay, since you were in my bed, I assumed you wouldn't mind if I slept in yours...”

“Of course, I hope you slept fine.”

Belle blushed a bit but nodded, then walked over and started cooking breakfast, while Joan made some tea.

Bar finished getting dressed, then headed back over to the bed.

Grabbing Claire, who was still asleep, he gently shook her. “Claire....Claire...”

After a few moments of this, Claire tiredly opened her eyes. “Bar...” she said, reaching up to grab him, trying for a kiss.

Before she could reach him, Bar responded, “Claire, it's morning.”

Claire's eyes shot open, and she bolted to sit upright, looking out the window at the daylight streaming through. “Dammit! I need to be on patrol...” she started throwing her pajamas on and raced to the door.

As she grabbed the doorknob, Joan grabbed her shoulder. “You're currently wearing pajamas and about to leave a man's dorm room in the morning while all the other men are walking to classes.”

Claire blinked a few times, before letting go of the door.

“Why don't you join us for breakfast?” Joan suggested.

Claire nodded, sitting down at the table and meekly nibbling on some toast.

“Are you going to be in trouble if you aren't patrolling?” Bar asked.

Claire shook her head. “No. The only person who ever checks in on me is the headmaster, and even then he just comes in and says I am doing a good job,” she explained, looking downcast.

Bar reached over and hugged her.

Claire went from looking depressed to surprised. “Bar, what are you...!?”

“I just felt like hugging you,” he simply replied.

Joan giggled and set the tea down.

The four of them finished breakfast in silence, before going their separate ways for the day.

Getting to class just in time, Gerard and Alice were already there before Bar.

Remembering seeing him yesterday, Bar glanced around for the other girl he had been with, but didn't see her. I swear I remember seeing her in here. I probably shouldn't inquire though, he thought as Gerard slapped him on the back as he sat down.

Alice gave him her usual smile before turning to her textbook.

After class, Gerard left quickly as he often did.

Alice grabbed Bar's arm, not saying anything but looking at him expectantly.

“Sorry...I planned on studying in the library today.” This was actually true, as his talk with Claire the prior evening had convinced him he needed to take his studies more seriously.

Alice gave a subdued nod. “Of course. Actually...I probably should too...” she trailed off, looking at him expectantly.

Bar blinked. Is she...? “Do you want to study with me?”

Alice nodded and grabbed her bag, following him out.

In the library, Alice quickly headed to a table in the far corner, behind some bookcases. Sprawling out her notebooks, she sat down and asked. “What are you good at?”

Bar shrugged as he did the same. “I'm pretty average in most things. I guess maybe Math is my best subject, if I had to say.”

Alice frowned. “I can't do Math to save my life. My best subject is History. I love reading about wars and rulers.”

“The only reason my History is average is because I'm good at dates. I can never remember the names of people.”

Alice giggled, “Well, we can help each other on our weak subjects, then.”

Bar gave a smile, “Sure, I'd appreciate that.”

After that, they both studied in quiet, occasionally asking the other if they were stuck on something. Alice also occasionally got up and retrieved a book, sometimes glancing over at Bar, her glances always gave him the feeling of someone gauging an opponent. Coming from her, that's basically what I expect though.

After a couple hours of this, Bar's stomach audibly growled.

Alice giggled. “Would you...like to join me for dinner?”

Bar froze, not sure how to respond. What should I do...I can't say 'No, I want to go have dinner with my servant's and/or fiance's instead.' But just denying her would probably make her upset. And I feel like I shouldn't do that...

Seeing he was hesitating, Alice raised an eyebrow. “Do you not...want to?”

Bar tried to think quickly. “Err, it's not that, Joan...my servant, is probably already preparing dinner, expecting my return.”

Alice had a look of understanding on her face. “I understand. While it may be presumptuous, would you allow me to join you then? My servant doesn't start preparing it until I've returned.”

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Hmmm...Bar thought about it, but then nodded, “Sure, that should be fine.”

Alice smiled, “Excellent. Shall we go then?”

They cleaned up their books and headed out, while Bar nervously sweated that nothing would go wrong.

Arriving at his dorm, Bar opened the door.

Joan immediately hugged him as soon as he walked in.

“Err, um, Joan, we have a guest for dinner,” he said, blushing.

Joan looked over his shoulder to see Alice, who was taken aback after seeing this display of affection. She quickly let go of Bar, blushing and looking down to the side. “Please come in. Welcome to Master Bar's...room.”

Alice, after pausing a moment, walked in and sat down at the dinner table.

Belle, who was busy cooking, glanced over quickly before continuing.

Alice, who saw Belle glance at her, explained, “Will there be enough food for two?”

Oh...I keep forgetting how other nobles are with their servants, Bar though, giving a slight grimace. She probably assumed they'd only be making dinner for me. Well, she invited herself over, so... “There should be, I have Joan and Belle make enough for themselves as well,” he explained as he sat across from her.

Alice nodded. “I see, you're a caring master.”

Bar thought he heard Joan suppress a snicker. What!? I mean, 'caring' isn't technically wrong.

After a couple minutes of Alice making small talk with him (including reiterating that he should attend dueling club at least once next week), dinner was ready to be served.

After serving Bar and Alice, Belle seemed to hesitate as to how to proceed.

Joan, however, had gauged the situation and sat down next to Bar.

Alice froze while eating her stew, glancing between Joan and Bar.

Bar merely kept eating his stew.

As Belle sat down next to her, Alice glanced around, before slowly continuing to eat her stew. Her demeanor shifted a bit once she tasted it, however, “It's quite good.”

Belle gave a small smile and a nod in acknowledgment.

After they finished eating, Belle cleaned off the table while Joan started brewing some tea.

Alice seemed to relax, leaning back in her chair a bit and stretching her arms up. “So, I was talking to Gerard...”

Ugghhh... I've never seen them talking together. I need to be careful.

“...and he said you hadn't been set up with a noblewoman yet.”

Bar gulped. “Yes, I told him that.” I actually am engaged to a noblewoman now, although she...

Alice was about to continue talking, when the door swung open, said noblewoman bursting in.

“I brought some clothes, so-...” Claire had started to say as she was dragging a suitcase through the door, before catching sight of Alice and freezing in her tracks.

“Dorm...mistress?” Alice got out, raising an eyebrow.

Claire started growing red.

Luckily, Joan was quick on her feet. “Ah, you brought the clothes you wanted me to try on, Miss Claire.” She turned to Bar, “Miss Claire wanted to get an outfit as a gift for her friend who happens to have a similar stature as me, so she asked me to model them for her.”

Nice! She remembered our excuse from the clothing store. Bar gave her a thumbs up under the table where only Joan could see.

Claire, taking a moment to catch on, nodded furiously while glancing at Alice. “Of course, I...really appreciate it,” she finally got out, as Joan picked up the suitcase and carried it to the bedroom, Claire nervously following her in.

After the door closed, Alice looked at the door, before looking back to Bar.

They sat in silence for a few moments, before the clock struck the hour, and Alice seemed to come back to her senses. “Ah, I should probably get going. Thank you again for dinner,” she said, putting back on her usual smile and getting up to leave.

Belle opened the door for her as she left, before closing the door and letting out a big sigh.

The bedroom door cracked open, an eye looking through to scan the main room. After a moment, it opened all the way, and Claire ran out, jumping on Bar's back.

“Why didn't you tell meeeeee!?” she said, face distraught.

“Sorry, I didn't know, she sort of invited herself over.”

Joan, who came after her, nodded. “I suspected as much. That is the girl you've mentioned before, right?”

Turning around with Claire still on his back, Bar nodded. “Yes, Alice. Do you still think she's interested in me?”

Joan nodded. “Yes, I believe she is to some degree. She most likely wouldn't be inviting herself over if she wasn't.”

Claire dropped off. “Is she trying to get set up with Bar?”

Joan answered. “Possibly. She may be evaluating him right now. Actually, I'm almost sure that's what she's doing.”

Bar shrugged, “She's nice enough, for a noblewoman at least, but I'm not really interested.”

Joan and Claire looked at each other, then back at him.

“Really? I understand you find woman like myself, and Dolly, attractive-”

Claire butted in, “and me, right!?”

Joan nodded, “And Claire, attractive, but are you really suggesting you don't find a younger woman like Alice to be? Even as a woman, I can say she is extremely beautiful.”

Claire nodded, “She's easily in the top three prettiest girls in your year.”

Bar was incredulous, “Well, yeah, but I don't want to marry a noblewoman! I-”

Claire butted in again. “I'm a noblewoman though.”

Bar nodded, “Yes, but I mean, you don't act like a normal noblewoman. That's who I'm not interested in,” he emphasized, motioning to the door Alice had left through.

Joan and Claire looked at him skeptically.

Bar, seeing they weren't convinced, continued, “Besides, do you really think she would be up for joining our plan? She'd probably not want me to marry either of you, especially Joan, and I'm not agreeing to that.”

The both blushed, before nodding.

They stood in silence for a few moments, before Belle jumped in. “Um...the tea is done...if anyone...”

They all smiled at each other, sitting down and enjoying some tea.

When it got to bed time, Claire went into the bedroom first. “Don't come in for a few minutes!” she near-shouted, before shutting the door.

Bar looked at Joan. “I agreed to let her have you alone tonight, since yesterday...” she trailed off, blushing. “I'll sleep out here with Belle.”

Bar gave a sideways smile. I feel a bit weird not sleeping with Joan, but I guess I'll need to get used to it if I have multiple fiance's. He stood up and gave her a kiss, which she warmly reciprocated.

“Just take good care of her. I'll be fine,” she said, smiling a bit sadly. “I've needed to learn to share anyway, since your proclamation of having a bunch of maid-wives,” she added giggling.

Bar nodded, before going over to the bedroom door. “Can I come in yet?”

“No!” came a quick reply.

After waiting another couple minutes, he heard a soft. “Okay, now you can.”

Bar opened the door and went through. Inside, Claire, who was blushing heavily, was wearing a pink lingerie set, with a shear pink negligee over top, and lying sideways on the bed, propping up her hand on her head, doing her best to give a seductive smile.

Bar closed the door, and stared at Claire.

“So....” Claire asked, blushing harder.

“Um...you look good...”

“No, you're supposed to jump on me right away!”

“Oh...”

Claire sighed. “Nevermind, I...”

Bar turned around, then turned back around, acting surprised when he saw her. “Ohhh...Claire...”

Claire raised her eyebrow. “What are you...”

Bar rushed over, getting on top of her and kissing her passionately. “This is what you wanted, right?”

“You already ruined it, dummy!” she said, but giggling. “I always wanted to do this, but I never had the chance until now.”

Bar gave her another kiss, before lying down next to her. “Are you doing okay?”

Claire seemed confused. “Are...are we not going to have sex? Based on what Joan said, I thought you did it regularly. Do you not want to with me as well?”

Bar was confused. “Of course I do, I just figured we could talk for a bit first.”

Claire blushed a bit. “Okay...well, I caught another guy trying to sneak into the woman's dorms again. He said he was just trying to help his girlfriend with studying, but rules are rules.”

Bar chuckled a bit. “That's kind of ironic with you coming here at night.”

Claire seemed insulted, “Hey, there's no rules against the dorm mistress going to the men's dorms!”

“What about sleeping in them?” Bar asked.

Claire thought for a moment. “Well, it doesn't say anything either way on that...”

Bar laughed, “Haha, probably because the rules-writer didn't predict this situation.”

Claire nodded “I don't think anyone could predict you, you're a bit weird for a noble. I have no idea what that Alice sees in you.”

Bar was incredulous, “What do you mean weird!? And aren't you engaged to me? You're even the one who asked!”

Claire giggled, “Yes, but I guess I wanted someone weird. Actually, maybe I needed someone weird,” she explained, leaning over and kissing him. “Hey, I like talking, but I'm kinda...” she said, squirming and reaching for Bar's crotch.

Bar nodded, untying her negligee and taking off her bra. He started licking her breasts, causing her to giggle.

Claire reached into his pants, grabbing his member and beginning to stroke it.

After a minute of this, they were both ready to go. Removing the rest of their clothes, Bar straddled on top of Claire, inserting his shaft slowly as Claire moaned in pleasure.

“Hey, hey, kiss me more...” Claire asked. Bar leaned over and started making out with her again, while he slowly thrusted his hips against her, sliding his member in and out.

Claire was grinning as she looked up at him, so Bar grinned back. Claire closed her eyes and moaned again, this time spasming, which caused Bar to go even faster. After a few more moments he came, slowly thrusting deep inside with each spurt.

Pulling himself out and lying back down, he panted while Claire caught her breath. Running his finger on her sweaty chest, Bar asked, “So, you happy now?”

Claire giggled, “Yes, very,” she responded before giving him another kiss. Wrapping her arms around him and pressing her chest to his, she asked, “Bar, do you...”

Bar raised an eyebrow.

Claire blushed, “Nevermind.”

“What is it?”

Claire shook her head.

“...Do you want to go again?”

Claire paused for a moment, before blushing again and nodding.

Bar smiled, sliding his member up into her while Claire held onto him. As he rapidly pulsed in and out, Claire tried to sloppily kiss him in between each thrust.

Feeling her body sliding against his, Bar quickly came again, this time holding her tightly down onto him as he released inside her.

As they lay their connected, Claire kept making out with him, until Bar had to unlatch her to catch his breath. “Hold on, I need to catch my breath...”

Claire blushed, “Sorry, I...I just can't control myself when we're like this.”

Bar smiled. “Don't worry, I'll be here as much as you want. Well, when it's your turn, I guess...”

Claire giggled, and after some cuddling, they both fell asleep.