I didn't frequent Christie's Bar-None Saloon and Pool Hall too often. It was mainly when I'd had a bad day, and I needed time to myself and a stiff drink. I don't keep alcohol at home because it makes it too easy to sit and drink after a bad day. My grandfather was an alcoholic, and I didn't want to follow in his footsteps.

Back then, it seemed I was visiting Christie's more than usual. I'd only have one shot of Pendleton Whiskey, vent to Jade the bartender, and then head home to sleep and try to forget about the things I'd seen or dealt with on my job.

I discovered Christie's after going on a call for someone who had been in a fight and was knifed. The bartender, Jade, had called 911 as the two combatants had started duking it out over a spilled drink. They'd both been drinking heavily prior to the fight, and well, when one pulled a knife, the police had already been called, as had I and my partner. I'm a firefighter/EMT with the local fire department.

The perpetrator was arrested as we patched up the victim as best we could before transporting him. Jade took the time to thank us by offering a drink on the house when we were off duty as she cleaned up the blood. Vanessa, my ambulance partner, and I thanked her, but Vanessa has never taken Jade up on her offer as far as I know. I took Jade up on her free drink offer, but I have paid for my one shot ever since. I've enjoyed talking to Jade now and then, venting my frustrations while she patiently listens. She's been somewhat like a therapist for me, and I really appreciated it.

Prior to venting at Christie's, I took out my frustrations at the local batting cage, sometimes spending two or three hours hitting baseballs. Since meeting Jade, I've spent less money but about the same amount of time venting and whining about humanity. Before getting to know Jade on a personal level, I would have asked her out. She's gorgeous, has a hot body, and a wicked sense of humor. But the third time I was at Christie's, her wife walked in, which dashed my thoughts of bedding the hot brunette.

My visits to Christie's had gone on for a little over a year before one particular incident occurred that made it the worst work day of my life. It had been a long shift, and I was beat and morose when I walked in. I needed that drink and an ear to whine to. I noticed Jade as she looked up from talking to two adorable black girls at the other end of the bar. She smiled and nodded as the two girls turned their heads and glanced over at me. I nodded back and smiled, acknowledging Jade. I didn't really check the girls out, because I wasn't in the mood for conversation. They seemed cute, and if I didn't know any better, I'd swear they were twins. So, I took my usual seat at the end of the bar and patiently waited for Jade to serve me.

The incident that ruined my day and the reason I was once more at Christie's was from our last call. It involved a husband who took out his aggressions on his wife and kids. I won't go into details; it was too horrifying. Hopefully, the family would survive, but I doubt he'll see anything resembling freedom for the rest of his life, which might be shortened once he gets to prison. If I had my way, he wouldn't have made it to the hospital alive, and that's all I'll say about that.

After I sat down and Jade left the two cuties at the end of the bar, she made her way down to me with my regular libation. I thanked her, and we began talking. Jade never asks for details about my day; she just lets me blow off some steam and sip my shot, which sometimes can take up to an hour or more. I told her about the more mundane calls, husbands doing stupid things, injuring themselves in the process, kids running into things on their bikes, skateboards, and scooters. The senior citizens who have fallen and can't get up, etc.

But Jade knew there was something more I wasn't mentioning. She has a way of getting me to tell her, no matter how reluctant I am to do so. So, eventually, I told her about the family as I sipped my shot.

In between my stories, Jade waits on her customers. I just wait, think, and sip as she does. Well, this night wasn't too busy for a Friday night. There was a rodeo or some country singer in concert, so most of the regular crowd were there instead of drinking. There were maybe ten or fifteen others in the bar, drinking, shooting pool, and dancing to the juke box. The two girls Jade had been talking to when I walked in were shooting pool and not bothering anyone, laughing and having a good time.

After a couple of games, one of them walked up to the bar and got them another round of drinks just a few stools from me. She nodded and smiled as she looked over at me, and I returned her smile. Jade looked over at me as she handed the girl her order, and they whispered for a few moments as I turned back to my drink. When Jade got back to me, she asked if I played pool. I told her I have, but I'm not that good, and that we have a table at the station.

Then she asked if I wouldn't mind playing a couple of games with her friends, Imani and Amani. I smiled to myself at their names and told Jade I was about ready to go home. She then said they were being annoyed by one guy. She thought that if I went over and played, the guy would get discouraged and leave them alone.

Now, I'm not that little, standing six foot two and weighing about two thirty. So, I looked over and saw the guy eyeing them. He was about half my size, so I told Jade I'd play a couple of games until he left or gave up or both. She thanked me and nodded at the girls, who smiled back at us, and they even seemed embarrassed having to ask Jade for some help.

My shot glass was barely showing anything left as I got off the stool, and before I could finish it off, Jade topped it off and said it was on the house because I was helping her friends. I shook my head, smiled, and thanked her as I grabbed it and took it with me, setting it down on the table the girls were using.

As I was about to introduce myself, both girls walked up to me and hugged me as if they knew me. They each whispered 'thank you' as they hugged me tight and told me their names. I whispered back, 'You're welcome,' and told them mine before we broke our embraces.

Then Amani, the one in the white hat, racked the balls, and we began playing one-on-one. The girls were pretty good, and as we played, the guy watching us got a little frustrated seeing them being so friendly with me. I think it was just after the third game that the guy looked like he was going to come over and say something. That's when the girls challenged me in a game, the two of them against me.

We'd been joking around, pretending we knew each other the entire time we played. It was fun; I hadn't been flirted with or flirted with anyone in a very long time. Their attention and the fun we were having made me completely forget why I'd stopped at Christie's in the first place.

The second game we all played together was when they both became a little handsy. They'd 'accidentally' bump into me as I was bent over trying to make a shot, or stand at one of the pockets, lean over, showing off some incredible cleavage, where I was trying to sink the ball in hopes of distracting me. It worked more times than it didn't, and I felt the stirring as my manhood woke up.

I don't date much because I have such an erratic work schedule, so it has been a while since I was intimate. The way the girls fawned over me as we played that game made me wonder what they were really up to. When the guy finally left, he gave me a dirty look as he got out of his seat. He wasn't that big, and if he'd wanted to fight, I probably would have kicked his ass, but luckily it never came to that.

We did play a couple more games after he took off to be sure he was gone, and when the girls beat me for the second time, I decided to call it a night. It was getting late, almost eleven, and I'd been working all day. I told the girls I was calling it a night. Amani said it was getting late for them too and asked if I'd walk them to their apartment a couple of blocks away, just in case the guy was lurking outside.

I'd driven my truck, so I told them I'd give them a ride, then head on home. I didn't want to leave it and then walk back. They said that would be perfect. We all said good night to Jade as she continued pouring and serving her patrons.

We headed out to my truck, and I unlocked and opened the door for them to climb in. But before they got in, I had to lower the center console, so the three of us could sit together. I've never had three in the front seat, so it took a little getting used to when I got in.

The girls thanked me again for helping with their predicament, and I told them it was fine; the guy looked like a creep to me, too. They laughed as I started the engine and then made sure they had their seatbelts on.

The tops Amani and Imani wore left little to the imagination. I'd been teased by their magnificent breasts as we played pool, and when I looked over at them in the front seat of the truck, they looked even more luscious. I think they both noticed my smile as I turned my head to look in my mirrors and the backup camera display before backing out of the parking spot.

Imani was sitting next to me as we drove the two blocks to their apartment, and since I didn't have the radio on, it was silent. That is, until Amani asked if I could walk them up, just in case. I had to smile when Imani actually finished her sister's question and said, "He's hanging around."

I then asked how often they finished each other's sentences, and they replied in unison, "All the time."

That made us all laugh as I pulled into the apartment building parking lot, waiting for one of them to give me further directions. Imani pointed the way and had me park in one of the visitor sections near their place. We got out, and I locked my truck before we walked up the stairs to their apartment.

From what I could tell in the middle of the night, the complex was nice, security cameras were on tall poles and attached to buildings, and the grounds were well lit. I followed them upstairs, delighted that they wore shorts and took their time with each step. The views made my heart pound a little harder, and I made a mental note to ask Jade about them the next time I saw her.

When we reached their door, Amani unlocked it, and the girls turned to face me. I started to say good night when they both asked me if I'd like to come in for a minute. I told them I should get home, but they were persistent with their offer. I relented and followed them inside, closing the door behind me.

I noticed their place was neat and tidy and smelled just as lovely as they did. They'd left a light on in the living room, and when they dropped their purses off on the kitchen table, they both asked if I wanted a nightcap. I smiled and again said I should get home. They both sighed and walked over to me to hug me goodbye. At least that's what I thought they were going to do.

Instead of a hug, they took turns kissing me full on the mouth. They aren't short girls, but they still had to get on their tiptoes to kiss me. Amani kissed me first, then backed away to let her sister say goodnight. When Imani left my lips, Amani had already loosened her top and was looking at me for a reaction. My eyes went wide as she exposed her amazing breasts and asked if I wanted to stay the night. I started to say something when Imani copied her sister, opening her top and saying they both hoped I'd stay.

I was floored, to say the least. I started to speak as they walked up to me, both putting a finger to my lips to hush me. Amani told me they wouldn't take no for an answer and then reached between my legs and began searching for my dick. It didn't take her long to discover it under my jeans because it was growing. Amani then turned to her sister and suggested she feel me also.

I just stood there as they both rubbed me through my jeans as my erection continued to grow. I was about to say something when Imani undid my belt buckle while Amani reached around my neck to pull me closer to her for a long and luscious kiss. As Amani kissed me, Imani finished undoing my pants to expose my aching dick through my boxers. When she did, she purred and told her sister I was perfect, and she was going to start without her.

Amani's lips abruptly left mine as she told Imani to slow down. Amani knelt down next to her sister, and together they began toying with me. They were funny and quite erotic, licking, sucking, and stroking me as they commented about their new toy. The twins took turns as I stood there trying not to cum too soon and embarrass myself. I was surprised when they'd gotten me all worked up and then stopped suddenly. I opened my eyes, wondering what was going on as each one stood and took one of my hands. They led me to their bedroom, where the real fun began.

Since it was only a one-bedroom apartment, there were two twin beds in their room. I briefly wondered how we were going to do this as Imani and Amani quickly pushed the two beds together, then turned the top mattresses ninety degrees to make a king-sized bed. I was still in shock but was able to utter, "But, you're sisters!"

The girls looked at me with a 'so what's the big deal' type of look as they both finished removing their tops and undressing. God, they were gorgeous. The only way I could tell them apart in the bar was that Amani wore a white hat and no necklace, while Imani wore a brown hat and a single gold necklace. Now that they were nude and standing before me, the only way I could tell who was who was by remembering who had worn what, and that Amani was now bare below and Imani was trimmed and still wearing her necklace.

With the beds rearranged and the girls both naked, they now concentrated on getting me out of my clothes and into their bed. I've never been undressed by two women before, so I just stood there and let them do what they wanted. My clothes came off as quickly as their skilled and anxious hands would allow, and soon I was standing in front of them completely bare with my dick at full attention.

If I had to guess, I would have to say that Amani was the firstborn, because she seemed to lead. She told Imani she was going to ride me first, and despite a look of disappointment, Imani agreed and then told me to get in bed.

I certainly wasn't going to argue and slipped in, waiting for them to instruct me further. It was surreal having twins and them telling me what THEY wanted. I'm usually suggesting to the women I bed how I want them, and we sort of negotiate. With Amani and Imani, THEY told me, and I cooperated even though the whole thing seemed weird.

With me sort of propped up in the bed, Amani joined me and returned to giving me head as my dick sprang back to life. While Amani was delighting me below, Imani moved on top of me so I could suckle and play with her amazing breasts. As she sat on my chest, slowly rocking back and forth, I could feel the warmth of her arousal getting my chest hairs all wet and sticky.

After a few moments of sucking and licking me, Amani moved behind her sister, placing her hand on Imani's shoulder to help balance herself as she reached down and guided me into her. God, that girl was tight, aroused, and wet, but oh soooo tight. As Amani slowly started bobbing up and down on me, Imani purred and moaned as I suckled and played with her breasts. It was an awkward position for me, but I wasn't about to complain and ruin the mood.

Between moans and gasps, the girls talked to each other, describing how they felt. I was doing the same to them, telling them how amazing and sexy they were. We continued in that position for a while longer, the air in the bedroom smelling like sex and a little bit of sweat. When I was about to let go, I told the girls, and they suddenly stopped and extracted themselves, only to move so they could both finish me off with their mouths. I guessed they'd done this routine before and had it all practiced.

The girls licked and played with me simultaneously, talking to each other between licks and kisses. They sucked, and toyed with me until I couldn't take any more and shot my load. I was astounded, just having my first ever double blow job. The girls took turns swallowing each spurt until I was empty and starting to deflate. My heart was racing, and I felt better than I had in ages.

I'd propped myself up on my elbows and watched them enjoy themselves, finishing me off. When it was all over, the three of us were smiling. Then, much to my amazement, Imani looked at Amani and asked, "Well?"

Amani replied, “Keeper, my sweet sister. What do you think?”

Imani giggled and replied, "You're right, definitely a keeper. But, he needs a little work, don't you think?"

Amani giggled as she said with a sly grin on her face, “Nothing we can't handle, sis. Jade was right, we'll have to thank her next time we see her.”

Then they both looked at me as I said, “You know I'm right here, ladies.”

They smiled, and then Amani said, "We have one more test for you, big boy. Would you like to take it or would you rather go home?"

I could see lust in their eyes, and in my humble opinion, I owed them each an orgasm. I figured they were going to do something together, or they had something they wanted me to do to them. So, I replied, "Well, I've gotten this far, and I'm still here. What do you lovely ladies want me to do?"

They looked at each other and grinned. Then Amani said, "Since I rode that wonderful cock of yours first, you need to give my 'lil sis' an orgasm by going down on her. She'll grade your performance as I watch. How's that sound?"

Their smiles were infectious as I replied, "I think that's a reasonable test. I think I'll pass, and if I do, will you be next, Amani?"

She grinned and said, “Damn straight, sugar. Who else are you going to go down on, silly? But I like your attitude, big boy. Now show us what you've got.”

I blushed as the girls moved so that Imani was in a comfortable position on the bed. Amani moved so she could watch and critique me as I slipped between her sister's legs to begin my test.

Before starting, I told them I prefer some foreplay if that was allowed. They looked at each other and smiled, then Imani told me she liked the way I was thinking. So, instead of just diving in, I moved back up to Imani so we could start by kissing.

Imani wrapped her arms around me as we began making out. Soon, her legs entwined with mine as our kisses became more passionate. We continued making out as Amani watched and commented on how hot we looked. After quite a long time, I left Imani's sweet lips and moved to kiss and lick her neck, earlobe, then back to her neck. She squirmed and moaned as I whispered how delicious she tasted.

From there, I gradually moved down to suckle and play with her breasts, spending a much longer time worshiping each of them. I discovered that Imani loved to have her nipples pulled and bitten harder than other women I've made love to. I gladly obliged as she commented between moans and gasps about how good she was feeling.

Amani commented also, but I wasn't paying too much attention to her while I made love to her sister. When Imani placed her hand on my head, I knew it was time to move further south. Kissing my way down that flat tummy, I paused and teased her belly button, making her purr and gently push on my head again.

I got the hint and moved down between her spread legs to kiss her inner thighs before settling in to feast. Imani's trimmed bush was in the shape of a small rectangle, and in the light of the bedroom, I could see it glistening from her earlier arousal on my chest. Her aroma was intoxicating as I extended my tongue to bathe her pubes and taste her for the first time.

When my tongue first touched her skin, my sweet lover gasped in anticipation. I smiled as I continued exploring and teasing her, enjoying her reactions and her words before slipping my tongue between her swollen folds.

Once inside, I pressed my face against her and licked upwards, making sure the tip of my tongue brushed against her swollen clit. When I touched it, Imani shuddered and moaned, then used both hands to press my face to her, ensuring I'd stay there.

However, she didn't press too hard, and I was able to move my head enough to work my tongue over her labia with various degrees of intensity and then back inside. Imani seemed to enjoy that as her legs spread further apart and the heels of her feet pressed into my back.

Amani commented a few times, but I didn't understand what she was saying. The only sounds I could really hear were Imani's moans and the sound of my tongue happily bringing her to an intense, and I hoped successful, climax.

Now and then, I did hear another sound, and after I finished and looked up, I realized it was Amani masturbating as she watched Imani and me. I think that's what may have given me the grade the girls gave me after Imani reached her orgasm and Amani asked her how I did.

But that didn't happen until I'd taken Imani to the precipice and back several times, and she was practically begging me to let her cum. When Imani had had enough, she pressed harder with her hands, which I interpreted as her being ready. My cheeks were soaked with her sweet nectar, and with a few more moments of concentrating on her clit, Imani reached her apex. Her reactions convinced me I'd definitely passed the test and would probably be invited back for an encore.

After moving out from between her legs, I watched as Imani shuddered and twisted, as she enjoyed the results of my efforts. I noticed Amani was just about to reach her climax; her eyes were closed as she feverishly fingered herself to the edge while I was taking their test. When she opened her eyes, she saw my erection; those dark beauties lit up. Amani told me to join her while Imani basked in the glow of her orgasm. I did as requested, slipping between Amani's firm thighs and entering her easily, thanks to her efforts of warming herself up.

Imani was on her side, basking in the afterglow, watching me hump away on her older sister until she reached her climax with me inside her. It didn't take long for me to reach my second one of the night as Amani clamped down on me as I pumped away. I hated to go off so quickly, but Amani didn't seem to mind because she'd reached her orgasm and was enjoying that full feeling I happily provided.

When our little menage a trois session slowly came to a close, the three of us lay with me in the middle, as the girls played with my chest hairs, whispering to each other about my grade. I listened as they debated giving me a 'B+' or an 'A.' Either grade was fine with me as long as I got the chance to return to their bed.

When it was all over, I earned an 'A', which made me smile. We continued to bask in our mutual glow as we talked a little about how we might proceed from our first encounter. It was pretty much small talk and compliments all around until the girls started yawning, and we decided to get some sleep. I noticed the time on my watch, and it was a little after one in the morning.

I'd completely forgotten about my bad day and was worn out and happy. The three of us kissed goodnight before Amani turned out the light, and we snuggled together before falling asleep. The morning would bring questions and a long talk about what, if anything, we had together. It would also open my eyes a little to their relationship.