Amanda Reynolds

"I'll get it!" I call out as I head towards the door. When I open it, my smile broadens at the sight before me. Mrs. Amanda Reynolds, one of my mom's friends from her book group, is standing there. Seeing Mrs. Reynolds, or Amanda as she insisted I call her, always brought a smile to my face. She was one of those women that always seemed in a good mood, a bubbly personality that never seemed to be dampened. She had a vivaciousness about her that hinted that she'd be lots of fun in bed, that she was always looking for a good time. She was a few inches shorter than I was, the top of her head coming up to about my chin, with long light brown hair pulled back in her usual ponytail. She has large blue eyes and amazingly plump lips, lips that always make me think sensual thoughts whenever I see them. She is wearing a loose grey blouse that can't hide her ample breasts and tight fitting black slacks that hug her hips and probably show off her shapely ass to good effect.

"Hi, Chris," Amanda greets me with a smile as I open the door, holding a small gift wrapped box out to me. "Happy Birthday," she says as she steps into the house, wrapping me in a sudden, strong hug. A hug that presses her ample breasts hard against my chest, bringing a sudden heat to my cheeks.

"Th-thanks, Mrs. Reynolds," I manage to stammer at my mom's hot friend as she releases me.

"Chris, it's Amanda," she reminds me for the thousandth time, putting an exaggerated stern look on her face as she gives me a playful push on my chest. "Mrs. Reynolds reminds me how old I've gotten."

"You're not old, Amanda," I assure her with a playful tone, playing out the scene we do whenever we meet. "You're just the right age."

"Yeah, right, Chris," Amanda laughs, moving past me. "I'm old enough for you to know better." She adds teasingly as she moves further into the house.

I take the opportunity to steal a quick glance at her ass, nodding my head as I acknowledge my initial guess was right. Those slacks definitely show off her ass to good effect, I think to myself as I shut the door and follow her back into the living room. Amanda and my mom instantly start chatting, the two women's vitality when they're around each other seeming to make the couple more of a crowd than they really are, while I satisfy myself with stealing glances at Amanda for the rest of the party. Amanda catches me watching her a few times but doesn't say anything, just shoots me a quick smile before returning to her conversation with my mom. It's only after all the other guests have left that Amanda comes up to me as I help pick up the plates and silverware.

"Chris, I have a favor to ask of you," She tells me with a broad smile as I try not to stare at her full lips, imagining what they'd feel like to kiss, what they'd feel like wrapped around my... "Chris, did you hear me?" Amanda asks me, her voice cutting into my momentary fantasy.

"Wha.. I'm sorry, Amanda," I admit with a shrug, "I didn't hear you."

"I was saying that since Hector is out of town this week, I was wondering if you could do me a favor."

"Of course," I answered readily, wondering why her husband was out of town again. He seemed to travel more than he was at home.

"That's great, Chris," Amanda gushes, reaching out to rest her arm on my shoulder, her fingers giving my arm a squeeze. "I'll owe you big time."

And I know how you could repay me, I thought to myself with a mental lecherous grin.

"Come by my house tomorrow afternoon," Amanda instructs me with a broad smile.

"Of course, I'll be there," I promise her as she gathers her things and heads out the door. It's only after the door closes that I realize I never asked her what she wanted me to do. Oh well, I guess I'll find out tomorrow, I think to myself as I return to tidying up the living room.