Roland DeForrest - The Erotic Quest of Dirk and Honey

He felt lost in her mesmerizing gray eyes. He fumbled for words, feeling the unmistakable reawakening in his groin. “Yes, of course, I forgive him-providing he does not revert to his former behavior.”

“You have my fervent word,” she said softly. “ Merci , Dirk. I am indebted to you forever.”

“And I am at your service, Madame.”

“ Voila ,” Honey chimed merrily. “Let’s open another bottle of champagne and properly celebrate our coming together!”

Under the old wooden beams of the loggia, she relaxed in a comfortably cushioned garden chair, sipping cold champagne with a plump strawberry floating in it as she watched the two beautiful Svensen sisters trailing down the brick paths of her herb and flower garden. English countryside flowers bloomed in profusion, masses of lavender and pink rose bushes scented the spring air, and beyond the two lovely blondes admiring her garden, a huge horse-chestnut tree framed the distant green expanse of the uninterrupted meadow. In all ways it was a terrific view, and she felt suddenly at peace, contented to be home at last.

“Oh, Honey,” Kolina cooed as she approached, “everything is so beautiful here. How lucky you are.”

Honey refilled the girl’s glass, commenting, “Gardens and surrounding countryside are the main reasons for having a rural house in England. More champagne, Barbro?”

Nodding eagerly, Kolina’s older and equally lovely sister came up to them and sank into one of the other garden chairs. “I can see why you insisted we accompany you home. It’s charming here, absolutely beautiful.”

Honey trilled an appreciative laugh. “Would you believe that when I bought the place it was nothing more than two decrepit Victorian cowsheds?”

“No!” the sisters exclaimed in unison.

“All it took was time, money, and two talented designers from London working round the clock with a crew of twenty for over a year,” Honey laughed, her eyes sweeping proudly over the nearby low brick house built from the former ruins. “It’s the very first home I’ve had that’s totally mine. Dirk and I share the family home in Hillsboro and the retreat at Kauai, but this is mine alone, and I escape here as often as I can.”

“And Dirk?” Kolina asked shyly. “Does he come to visit often?”

“Oh, heavens no,” Honey said with mock anger. “In fact, the scamp’s never been here. He’s wrapped up all the time with his photography in New York or gallivanting around the world.”

“Do you think he’ll show up now?” Barbro asked in the same longing tone her sister had used when speaking of him.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Honey hedged. “Depends on how soon he burns out his latest infatuation.”

“The Marquise?” Kolina queried somewhat petulantly. “Honestly, she’s sixty-five if she’s a day.”

“But what a breathtaking sixty-five,” Honey offered. “May we three be so lucky at that age.”

Kolina tossed her white blonde head spiritedly. “The Marquise Berengere-Marie Bouscaral is just as guilty as her son Henri,” she said with a sharp edge to her voice. “After all, she was supporting him lavishly all the while. If it hadn’t been for the family money, he wouldn’t have been able to afford all those… perversions.”

Barbro touched her sister’s arm. “Now, Kolina, we should all be grateful to the Marquise. She’s cut him off without a penny and forced him to return to the family chateau as her personal secretary.”

“I bet he won’t stay there,” Kolina snapped. “He’ll go crazy with boredom.”

Honey plucked the strawberry out of her goblet and nibbled on its champagne-soaked sweetness. “He won’t have much choice, Kolina. The Marquise has put a definite end to his kinky lifestyle. She reclaimed all her foreign property and canceled his credit, which has reduced him to a pauper. He’s fortunate to have a roof over his head.”

Barbro started to giggle, a girlish, joyous sound that lightened the spring air like the song of a meadowlark. “Serves him right. If the Marquise hadn’t flown straight to Galapagos and taken him in tow, who knows what he would have done to find you again.”

Kolina pouted into her champagne. “I think he got off too lightly. He belongs behind bars somewhere.”

Honey could not help but laugh, the girl was so adorable even in her childish anger. “But I think he is. The Marquise was so appalled by what I wired her of her son’s activities, she’s vowed that he won’t step out of the chateau without her permission.”

‘It was so smart of you, Honey,” Barbro said, “to wire the Marquise straight from that U.S. Navy boat the way you did.”

“It was a long shot,” Honey admitted. “But I figured she would be the only one in the world who had enough power over him to put an end to his kinky endeavors.”

“And stop him she did,” Barbro stated with another laugh. “I’ll never forget the look on his face when she forced him to apologize. I thought he was going to die on the spot.”

The memory evoked laughter even from Kolina. “And poor Dirk,” she sighed. “He was so confused by it all.”

“He came around pretty fast,” Barbro smirked.

“That’s Dirk for you,” Honey offered gaily. “Can’t keep a good man down for long.”

Kolina snorted, not at all amused. “The way he moved on the Marquise, though, coming on to her like a schoolboy with a mad crush. Honestly, I thought it was all a bit much.”

Honey eyed her over the rim of her goblet. “We’ve all had our crazy infatuations, haven’t we?”

Kolina sat up primly, as if rejecting the notion that she had ever gone off the deep end in any of her relationships. “Dirk barely said goodbye to us, he was in such a hurry to accompany the Marquise on her return flight to France. I thought it was a bit rude, to tell you the truth.”

“Now, Kolina,” cautioned her older sister gently. “Both he and Honey risked a great deal to help us. Especially you. So I think you’d better remember that and stop feeling so damned sorry for yourself that he found someone else to make him mad with desire.”

“But she’s so old ,” Kolina repeated, eliciting another round of laughter from the other two. “Well, it’s true,” she said firmly.

“The same could be said for the difference in age between you and Henri,” Barbo offered. “But you chased him for a year before he took you off with him.”

“Well, that’s different,” Kolina asserted. “Young women are naturally attracted to older men. But young men to older women… ugh.”

Honey tried not to laugh too hard at the girl’s limited point of view. “Kolina, you are a precious child, but you have a lot to learn about life. It offers a wide variety of experiences You’ll be very grateful for that when you’re the Marquise’s age. Now I think lunch must be ready. Is anyone besides me famished?”

In the spacious, rustic dining room, the trio of beauties ate ravenously of saddle of lamb and broccoli hollandaise, and polished off a bottle of 1959 Louis Latour Corton-Charlemagne.

They were so full and pleasantly high on the delicious wine, not to mention all the champagne they had been consuming all morning, that Honey suggested a nap in her spacious yellow and white bedroom. Sprawled on the king-sized bed in just their filmy slips, they dozed off intertwined like young sisters, listening to the chirping of songbirds outside.

Honey awoke sometime later with a consuming heat — inflaming her loins, and was pleasantly surprised to see between her legs Kolina’s white-blonde head bobbing and dipping. For a long while Honey just lay there, pretending still to be asleep, enjoying the attentions of the gorgeous young woman’s extraordinary tongue. Soon Honey could not contain her joy. Abruptly she sat up, stripping off her slip, startling the secret licker. Kolina raised her head and gazed in open admiration at Honey’s snow-white expanse of delectably full breasts. The rosy nipples were already alert. At once Kolina scooted up and kissed one of the stiff little appendages, flicking its tip with her tongue, kneading and molding the other breast with her eager, feverish hands.