Johnny smiled wider when he felt Sam's thin little waist and curved hips, licking his lips lightly as he couldn't help imagine her  bending right over with that little dress on. The sound she made was more than enough encouragement for the rough hand he had at Sammie's hip to follow her softer, smaller hand. Her body had an amazing curve to it, just like Clarissa's did. Any part of him bothering to wonder or care how the two looked so similar had long since given up.<br/><br/>The hips of both girl's rubbing against his thighs had a distinct effect. It made him ache, made him feel like acting like an animal. The enjoyment was something he didn't bother to hide, he'd never been one for trying to act stoic when teased. Instead when their hips rubbed particularly high against his thighs he responded by sliding his hand to grip their hips, giving a firm squeeze. His grip was firm and it showed how calloused his hands were, even through fabric. Their body's had just the right amount of softness measured with firmness. The largest part of Johnny's brain was longing to grope them more directly, and it was really only Clarissa's hand at his broad chest that interrupted that temptation.<br/><br/>He lent into the hand a little, letting it guide him eye to eye with her. "Not so much, but I work out. Work's physical most days too." He answered. American Football was fun while it lasted but it had never really been his long term dream. While he looked at Clarissa his eyes betrayed his hunger very clearly. He hoped Sammie didn't feel ignored, and he planned to show her some attention right after. "You look good too. You're more fun these days." The implication that he'd always thought she was a little stuck up was there, but he did mean that she looked good and he much preferred this version of her. "You first, then Sammie." It was bold, and almost an instruction, as he leaned just a little closer to her and made sure Sammie would have a good view of their kiss, if Clarissa was going to do what he'd said.