They said sure andintroduced themselves. Christie was a five foot, seven inch blond withshort curly hair and a nice pair of tits in a loose white golf...shirt anda tight pair of black shorts. Kimberly was a tall brunette, about fivefoot ten, and wore a loose long sleeved pink golf shirt and a short blacktennis skirt. They both had beautiful long tanned legs. They were bothvery friendly and not at all displeased that their twosome was now athreesome. They even offered me a beer which helped to. She kinda acted like she didn't know how to play so I could show her and press my body up next to hers. I thought to myself, smart lady to break the ice and get our bodies in sync together, she was pretty seductive. She had the cue in her left hand and as she was bringing the back of the stick up to her right hand she grabbed the wrong stick, instead she got a grip of my cock through my jeans. She played it off apologizing and holding me closer to her as if we were conjoined. I of course loved. That was until a few years ago, when Lance, the older of the two, started to play sports and workout. The competitive exercise quickly turned him from a kid to a young muscle stud. His only flaw was that he started with the heavy weight way too early and his height had suffered. His six pack abs, ripped arms and tree trunk legs were all crammed onto a 5'6" frame. He was well aware of his shortness. Logan, Lance's little brother, was three years younger and just turned sixteen a couple of months. On with the story. It was a Saturday morning in May. I woke up at 10:38. I smoked a square, smoked a bowl, and went downstairs to eat Ramen noodles. Around 1, my friend texted me saying to come over, twenty minutes later i was knocking on her door( i stopped by my dealers house to get an ounce). She told me to come in, and i asked her if her dad was home. She said no. I.