I saw there was a
twenty-fifth anniversary challenge
and thought, why not? So, I pulled this together last night and finished it this morning. A few references to the number 25, and anniversary, and some steamy sex. I hope you enjoy my humble offering.
Standard caveats about age and stuff like that apply.
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"Are you hungry?"
"Excuse me?" It was the strangest response I'd ever gotten from someone I was trying to serve.
"I asked if you were hungry."
Her name was Amber Wallace. Red hair, brilliant green eyes, body out of Vogue, almost as tall as me, and I was here to serve her with divorce papers. She was asking me if I was hungry.
"I guess." I'm sure I looked as confused as I was. "Ma'am, I'm a process server. I'm here to deliver these papers to you. Do you understand you're being served?"
"So, you are hungry." She took the envelope from my hand and tossed it on the floor behind her like yesterday's newspaper. "Look, it's my birthday and my son of a bitch husband is off fucking his new twenty something secretary. I've got a nice dinner ready and no one to share it with. So, if you're not busy and you're hungry, would you like to join me?"
Technically, as an officer of the court, that would probably be inappropriate, but I was only what they call a casual server. I did this while I studied for the bar. With what remained of my limited financial aid and even more limited resources, it was a free meal, so fuck appropriate.
"Sure, I guess. I mean, I'm not technically working anymore."
"Great." She spun on her toe and left me standing there like an idiot. It took me a second or two to come to my senses and follow her. I left the papers on the floor where she dropped them.
Dinner wasn't just nice, it was amazing. We didn't talk much, just idle chitchat. I guess she assumed I knew her name, which I did. She never asked me about mine. I was nervous as hell, and she seemed preoccupied with the wine we were drinking. Her smile got broader and broader with each sip, hers or mine.
Some guy named William served us. As he cleared the last of the dishes, she told him to take the rest of the night off. "Please tell Randall what wine we enjoyed with dinner, won't you? And thank you for everything, William."
"Yes ma'am. Enjoy your evening, and happy birthday." With that, William turned and left us to whatever it was she had planned.
"Did you like the wine?"
"I did. Can't say I know much about wines, but I guess it went with the steak nicely." I smiled. "That's what they say about wine, isn't it? I'm Geof, by the way."
"It's nice to meet you, Geof. I guess you already know my name. Please call me Amber, though. I'm glad you enjoyed the wine." Her smile was radiant, like she'd just won a massive prize for something. "It should taste good. It should taste excellent, in fact. That particular bottle is, um, pardon me, was over a hundred years old. Randall got it as a gift when he passed the bar."
"So, you knew the papers were coming? I guess I'm, what, a revenge fuck or something?"
"Not yet." She winked at me. Damn, why would any man cheat on her? "Right now, more like just a revenge partner. I couldn't have drunk that entire bottle by myself. Would you like to join me for an after-dinner drink?"
"Why not?" This was bordering on surreal. She was gorgeous and alone on her birthday. I had just served her divorce papers. Her husband was the one cheating. If anyone deserved revenge, it was her. That was why I studied law, to help people get justice. I got up and once again, followed her through the house.
When I caught up with her, she was pouring something into two glasses with large ice cubes in them. Handing one to me, she took my hand and led me out onto a patio toward a large pool. "The jacuzzi is just over here."
I watched mesmerized as she stripped and slipped into the hot water.
"Are you coming?" She took a sip of her drink and smiled at me. I guess she had decided I was going to be her revenge fuck, after all.
I took a huge sip of whatever it was she had poured and went to join her. My reaction to seeing her naked was blatantly obvious as I slipped into the tub. Whatever she had poured us was the smoothest whisky I'd ever tasted.
"I was there the day he got that bottle of wine; you know. My uncle catered the party. I was only seventeen, serving hors d'oeuvres. He saw me and started flirting. I guess it overwhelmed me that someone like him would be interested in a girl like me."
Amber sipped her whisky and kept telling the story. "Always the gentleman; he treated me like a princess. My mom and dad loved him, or pretended to. I think mostly they liked his family's money. Even if they effectively sold their own daughter for a chance to get it. It wasn't eight months later; we got married. Sad thing is, it's not just my birthday, it's our anniversary. I thought it was so magical, getting married on my eighteenth birthday and all. Stars aligning bullshit. I was a damned trophy, a pet. No college for me. I just followed him around looking pretty and sucking his damned cock."
Amber wasn't even really talking to me; she was just rambling.
"Are you sure this is what you want to do?"
"What, forty-three too fucking old for you, too? Didn't look like it was too old for your cock." She drained her drink and climbed out of the tub, returning with the bottle.
"Well?" She refilled her drink and glowered at me, still standing next to the tub, water dripping from her incredible body.
"No, you're gorgeous. Your hus...," I stopped myself. "I mean Randall is an idiot. The circumstances are a little awkward, is all."
