Chapter 28: Not her sister

Janet sat perched on Wes’ knees completely oblivious to anything but her new website.

Wes, on the other hand, just now understood the fascination with lap-dances. Not that Janet was doing anything resembling a lap-dance but he just assumed that having her sit there was as close to one as he was getting. 

Little did he know! 

He really liked having her sitting there so close to him that her long, fragrant hair tickled his nose when he leaned forward inhaling deeply. He even rubbed his face in it.

“Wes, what are you doing?” Janet asked tossing her head back and giggling.

“Um, nothing,” he said, now letting his fingers run through it. “I like your hair. It’s soft and smells nice…like a garden.”

“You are such a girl!” she said laughing and shaking her head, so her hair caught in his fingers.

“How do you figure that?” he asked, indignant.

“Only girls like to play with hair,” she said.

“You know, you don’t know as much as you think you do. Why do you think girls spend so much time fixing their hair?”

“Cuz they ain’t got nothing better to do?” she said, smirking.

“It’s to get guys to notice them,” he replied.

“Well, that explains it then,” she said, shrugging.

“Explains what?”

“Why no guys notice me. I don’t do anything to my hair except wash it.”

“I noticed,” he muttered so softly she didn’t hear.

“Wes, don’t you think this is a bit over the top?” she said, reading about herself. “The ultimate romantic? Me?”

“You gotta sell yourself as others will want to see you, or it’s all for nothing. Nobody’s gonna want to pay money to be set up by someone who insists love is for fools. Anyway, I don’t believe you actually feel that way. It’s just your way of protecting yourself,” he said, his hands inexplicably drawn to her hair.

“Ya think so, huh?” 

“Yeah, I do,” Wes said, moving her hair off one shoulder and whispering in her ear, “You believe in love, Janet. You’re just not willing to admit it.”

A shiver went up her spine. “You don’t know me then,” she said in a quiet voice.

“I’m getting to know you better all the time,” he said, his hands now on her shoulders. “Aren’t you too warm wearing this sweater?”

“The shrug? A little,” she replied, her attention back on the computer screen. To her surprise Wes slowly removed it for her. “Thanks.”

Wes felt a jolt run through him. Janet’s dress had thin straps and left her arms and shoulders mostly bare. Without thinking, Wes tossed the shrug onto his bed and touched the super soft skin on her shoulders. Moving the hair to the side he dropped tiny kisses along her neck and onto her shoulder.

“Wes,” she said breathlessly. “That tickles.”

 “Funny, I don’t feel a thing,” he said. This was a complete lie. He had never felt so alive. His every nerve ending tingled.

Running his hands down the length of her arms, he held his breath for a second then wrapped them around her narrow waist and hoisted her further and more securely onto his lap so her tiny feet dangled a few inches off the floor.

“Wes, what are you doing?” she said. “And don’t say nothing! Every time you say it’s nothing it ends up being something.”

 “You couldn’t have been comfortable that way.”

“Hmm, guess you’re right. Thanks,” she said, wiggling herself into a more comfortable position.

This made a fire kindle inside him. He was pretty sure that was much closer to a real lap-dance. He liked it very much. So much so that he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He started inching his hands up her ribs until he just touched the underside of her breasts. He thought he might die.

“Wes, what did I just say?”

“Uh…what?” he said barely able to speak coherently.

“I said you’re tickling me. Now stop it!” she said wiggling some more. 

Almost crazed with desire he placed his hands on either side of her hips and forced her to stop moving.

“What are you doing?” she said. 

“I…uh…I like your dress. It’s…it’s pretty,” he said, knowing perfectly well how lame he sounded.

“I’ll tell Jasmine,” she replied.

“It’s not yours?”

“It is now. The thing about Jazzy is she loves to buy clothes and she usually wears them a dozen times or so but she gets bored with them pretty quick and then I find them stuffed in my closet. So…” She lifted her skirt on both sides as if she were about to do a curtsy and then she shrugged. “I get all her clothes. That’s why I never have to go shopping. Cool, huh?”

“Yeah, I bet. You remind me of the 4-G girl,” Wes said now running his hands down her thighs.

“Jasmine looked all over for a dress just like hers and finally found this one. Uh, Wes…”

“What?” he said, breathing slow, deep and steady. He feared spontaneously bursting into flames.

“You’re hiking up my skirt,” she said laughing at him and removing his wandering hands.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” he said, breathing heavy and leaning his forehead on her back. “Janet, you’re killing me.”

“Oh!” she said turning on his lap to look at him. “I’m bothering you.” She went to get up but he held her fast to him.

“No. You’re not,” he lied.  In truth he was quite bothered…hot and bothered that is. He rather liked it.

“But I’m too heavy to be sitting on you for so long.”

He shook his head. It would never be long enough, he was certain of it.

“Are you sure?” she asked looking critically at him. “Wes, are you okay? You look funny.”

He nodded and tried to smile. It looked more like a painful grimace.

“Wes, tell me what’s wrong?” she said, touching his cheek. She gaped at him as he turned toward her hand and tenderly kissed her palm. “Why do you do stuff like that?”

“Cuz…cuz it feels right,” he whispered, pulling her closer. He stared into her eyes until he thought he might have fallen into them. “Janet…”

“What?” she said, hypnotized by his intense stare.

“Kiss me,” he said, desperately. “Please, Janet.”

It never occurred to her to deny him his wish. Slowly she touched his cheek with tentative fingertips then leaned forward until barely a centimeter stood between them. “Okay,” she said and she touched her lips to his.

Of their own accord, his arms went around her and pulled her to him, holding her there in a vise-grip. His fingers tangled into her hair forcing her closer. She yelped and started to fight him, but then wonderful sensations swept through her and she melted against him wrapping her own arms around his neck and pressing herself to him. She’d never been kissed like this before.

“Wes! How could you?”

The shout made Janet jump right off Wes’ lap, her heart pounding madly. Her hand over her chest she saw a young girl, perhaps eleven or twelve years old, standing akimbo on the threshold and she looked furious.

“How about knocking, Cindy?” Wes said, frowning at her.

“I can’t believe you would do this, Wes!”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Troy’s your best friend!” she yelled, glaring at Janet. “I knew Jasmine was a bitch, but I didn’t think she was a slut too.”

“Cindy, watch your mouth!” Wes shouted.

Stunned, Janet shook her head. “I…I’m not Jasmine,” she mumbled. She realized with a jolt that was the first time in her whole life she didn’t want to be confused with her sister.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re her evil twin,” Cindy mocked. “Do I look that stupid?”

“Actually, she’s the good twin,” Wes said, standing up and placing a protective arm around Janet.

“Huh?” Cindy said, looking from one to the other.

“Didn’t Jasmine tell you she had a sister? This is Janet, her twin,” Wes said to his own sister. Then looking at Janet he smiled and added, “And she’s my girlfriend… the best girlfriend in the world.”

Cindy gaped, dumbfounded. Slowly she stepped closer to Janet peering intently into her face. “Are you sure?”

Wes laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure. This is Janet. I know they look alike but I can tell them apart very easy.”

“Wow,” Cindy mumbled, still staring wide-eyed at Janet. “She looks so much like Jasmine.”

“Cindy, don’t you have something to say to Janet?” Wes suggested.

“Uh…hi?” she said, looking a bit sheepish.

“Little late for that, Cindy. How about apologizing for calling her names?” he said, giving her a stern look only an older brother could.

“I’m sorry, Janet, but I thought you were Jasmine and she’s such a…”

“Cindy!” Wes warned.

“It’s okay,” Janet said, even as she felt an uncomfortable twist in her stomach. She didn’t like Jasmine being called a bitch, even if it wasn’t true. 

Unfortunately, something told her it might be.