Jena
I try not to imagine that it is John's hands on my hips. Try not to imagine that it is him moving his hands lower down my stomach as I move against him, but with the guy at my back and my eyes closed, that is all I can imagine. The guy honestly feels nothing like I would imagine John would feel like, but still, it is the only way I can keep myself from cringing. Why do I get myself in these situations? The guy turns me around and presses his legs between mine, but I don't care, because the second he turned me around, I opened my eyes and I wish I hadn't. John is dancing with another girl, and the way he is touching her is nothing like how this guy touches me. For starters, his hands are nowhere near her ass, instead they are firmly planted on her hips. His leg isn't between her legs,
