"You guys care for another drink?" Marc asked, as always the perfect host.
Dave knew he could ask for anything he wanted; Marc's wet bar was famous for holding a wider selection of booze than many bars. He also knew from experience that his headache would be terrible the next morning if he got carried away. "Thanks, Marc, I think I'll have another Rum and Coke." He'd stick with the drink they had started the night with.
"Yeah, Rum and Coke will be fine," Julie followed his lead. "Just take it easy on the rum, okay?" She had had two of them after they had gone to the movies together and had other plans for the night than getting blasted and passing out.
Whenever Julie was in Marc's apartment, her eyes were immediately drawn to the wide panorama window of the living room. The view of the river in front of the apartment house and the ocean of light on the other side never failed to put her in a romantic mood.
"Quite a view, isn't it?" Marc had walked up to her and softly kissed her neck from behind.
"Magnificent!" She pushed back against him and felt the bulge of his hardening dick pressing into the small of her back. Just as she had expected. "You know, Marc, one day I'll talk you into letting me move in with you," she said jokingly.
"And then you'll stand on the balcony all day long and stare across the river," Dave predicted, knowing that in reality Julie was way too independent to move in with anybody.
Julie chuckled and seemed lost in thought for a moment. "No, I don't think so. I'm sure Marc would sneak up to me pretty soon and do things to me decent couples don't do on the balcony."
All three of them had a good laugh at that. As if to confirm what she had just said, Marc wrapped his arms around her and massaged her breasts through her blouse.
"See what I mean?" Julie laughed.
"I'd do a lot more to you than just play with your tits, darling," Marc said softly and kissed her left ear. He felt her hard nipples through the thin material of her blouse and smiled. "I'll go and pour our drinks. Make yourself at home."
Dave wasn't the least bit surprised to see Julie walk out onto the balcony right after Marc released her. He wanted to go after her but stopped when he heard Marc whisper his name. He turned his head and saw him pointing at the open door to the balcony and making little pushing movements with his hands. Dave grinned mischievously when he understood what he wanted. He closed the door silently and sat down on the couch facing the window, waiting for Marc to bring their drinks.
"Now the view is twice as nice, isn't it?" he asked and sat down three glasses on the coffee table.
"Sure is," Dave agreed without taking his eyes off Julie's backside. "What a body that girl has. And she's pretty smart, too. If I were you, I'd take her up on her offer to move in with you."
Marc turned the armchair around so it faced the window and sat down. "She won't. She's just kidding. Julie needs a lot of personal space. She couldn't stand having somebody close by 24/7." He took a sip from his drink and looked at her standing on the balcony. "You can play with her, but you can't lock her in."
"Ain't that the truth," Dave sighed.
Julie was leaning on the railing, following a small boat with her eyes as it made its way down the river and disappeared around a bend. Then her gaze wandered aimlessly along the nightly skyline and finally settled down on the little park eight floors below her.
Although it was almost midnight, she saw many people strolling along the pathways or sitting on the lawn. Julie paid particular attention to the couples. Friends or lovers? Would they spend the night together or go their separate ways?
The ringing of her cellular phone drew her out of her reverie. Who would be calling her at this time of night, she wondered idly as she wrestled the phone from the back pocket of her tight jeans and flipped the cover open. "Hello night owl, you're too late! I already have a date."
"I know."
Julie was perplexed for a second, then burst out laughing when she recognized the voice. "Marc! Why the heck are you--"
"Your drink is waiting," he reminded her softly. "But you'll have to be a nice girl and do as I tell you if you want it."
"I'm always a nice girl," she purred into the phone. She tore her eyes off the couple she had been following around the park and took a step towards the door. "Hey, the door has fallen shut. Let me in, will you?"
"It hasn't fallen shut, Julie darling, we closed it. And now you need to convince us that you'll be nice enough to let you back in."
Julie knew that Marc was prone to playing games, but couldn't quite figure out yet what he was driving at. "Hmmm, and how would I do that?"
"Promise you'll let us do anything we want to do with you."
"Sure, that's what I'm here for."
"Promise!"
"Okay, I promise."
"You promise what?"
Julie was getting impatient. "Did you have too much to drink tonight? I promise to let you do anything you want to do with me. Now let me in!"
"I'm not quite convinced yet," the voice from the phone said teasingly. "Unbutton your blouse."
"That's all?" Julie laughed. Her hand went to the top button and unbuttoned it. Then the next one, and the next one, until she reached the waistband of her jeans.
"No, that's not all, but it's a start. You forgot a couple of buttons, I think."
Julie pulled at the front of her blouse and unbuttoned the part that had been tugged into her jeans. "There you are," she grinned at her friends through the window. "What's next?"
"Show us how hard your nipples are."
Now that's easy, she thought. She pulled her blouse open and pushed her chest out until her nipples almost touched the glass. "See? They're hard. What about your dicks? Are they hard?"
"Julie, my darling, I know your nipples can get harder than that. I've seen them before, remember? I think you need to work on them a little."
