Clarissa always kept an eye on Sam all throughout her kiss with Johnny. God, he looked so cute when he writhed like he did. He was eager to have his own time with Johnny she could tell. But she also sensed the hesitation in him. She could understand him. Anyone would be hesitant to makeout with their high school bully. Just because he was in girl's clothing didn't make it any easier. But she was there for him, just as he was there for her and willing to put himself through that scenario for her.<br/><br/>She looked on with big eyes as Sam moved to get ready for his kiss. The way he shifted his hand down to Johnny's thigh and leaned in was almost too good to be true. He would of course deny it, but Clarissa could see just how much the anticipation was killing him. And when they finally pressed their lips against each other, she let out a small gasp in fake surprise. When she felt Johnny's hand squeeze her rear, she let out a real one. How could he manage to grab her just right? She leaned into it and closer to him as he watched his twin and former bully kiss.<br/><br/>Feeling Sam's hand squeeze her own, she was quick to squeeze him back and carress it with her thumb. "That's it Sammie. Such a good girl" she cooed, mostly to keep him calm and into the moment. She noticed how different their kisses seemed to have been. She of course had let years worth of lust take hold and almost force herself on him, while Sam had acted more shyly. A part of her wondered which Johnny liked the most.