It was getting hot.I could sense she wanted to save our hello for last and as I was counting down the people between us, I felt my heart beat a little...faster. What felt like an eternity quickly became a reality where I found myself getting up to greet her. I gave her a prolonged tight hug and ran my hands down her back grabbing her hips indicating my mood then purposely kissing her cheek and taking in her fruity perfume. She smelt like a goddess.We quickly settled in the corner with our drinks. Jay watched as she kicked off the panties before pulling the skirt and top off, then lay back down on the bed. He took her hand, slid the restraint around her wrist and fastened it, pulling the cord under the bed and tying it to a metal support. He repeated the procedure with the other arm, before moving to the foot of the bed. Grabbing both feet, he spread her legs, taking a moment to make her feel uncomfortable with the exposed position she was in. Jay fastened both feet with the restraints,. ”“So you liked it?”“God it was amazing. Do we really have to talk about this. Its embarrassing.”He looked at me and laughed. “Ok. That’s fine. And how old are you.” He laughed again.“Old enough.” I laughed too but it was more of a nervous laugh. “You want to go out to the party?” He stood up and reached out for my hand.“Not really. I don’t think I can drink anything else.”“Ok, well miss old enough, what did you have in mind?”I smiled at him and just shrugged my shoulders. Then something came. I have alwaysbeen a strong boy; just ask any of the bullies in school. They don't messwith Mark James, because he'll kick your ass, and as much as Momcomplained, I'm sure Dad loved the way I protected myself. How could Ijustify that kind of behavior from Amanda? Girls don't act that way.Girls turn to boys like Mark, for protection. Maybe I'm reading too muchinto this adventure. I've been so caught up in being Amanda, that I thinkI'm turning into a girl. Perhaps I should just go with the flow,.