Meeting Bryce at the Eagle Nest

“I’m just outside now, can you unlock the door,” Miranda said, standing outside a large shed on the side of the baseball field on campus.

Bryce had invited her round to what they called “The Eagle Nest.” It was a storage shed that was turned into a place for the football team to hang out and chill inside. Most people were completely unaware this place existed, unless you played for the football team or were a very fit and attractive looking girl, you wouldn’t be receiving an invite.

Hence why Miranda was allowed to come. She had been here quite a bit when dating Bryce last year. She waited outside, still in her black leggings that hugged tightly against her bum. However, she had put on a very low-cut white tank top that put her cleavage on display. Those beautiful creamy white breasts would make every guy inside stare.

Standing outside, the door opened up from the inside and there stood Bryce, arm resting against the door. He had on his red varsity jacket, blonde hair combed over. “Well, well, well... haven’t had you in here for a long time now,” he spoke.

“Yep, sure has,” she replied, “So are you going to let me in or just stand there staring at my tits?”

Bryce readjusted his eyes before indicating for her to come in with a quick head movement to the side. The room was fairly dark as usual, the only lights were dim which gave it a sort of cold feeling to it.

Inside were about seven or eight other guys, spread around the inside of the big tin shed. Miranda walked inside confidently but slowly, eyeing off who else was there. As expected, the guys inside all had their two eyes glued on her great rack.

She then noticed she wasn’t the only female here. In the far corner of the room was Sarah, a big titted redhead who seemed to find herself being invited here on a regular basis for her sexual appetite and boobs. She laid down topless on top of a table as one of the senior football players began to snort a line of cocaine off the top of her left breast. She giggled as he used a dollar bill note to absorb all of it up his nose. Her hard roesy pink nipples indicated that she was certainly arroused.

Besides that, there wasn’t a whole lot more happening in here. Most of the guys were even smoking a bong or just chilling quietly.

“Not much of a party is it?” Miranda said, turning back to face Bryce.

“Never said it was. You wanted to hang out and this is where I am, what’s the matter?” Bryce replied.

Miranda took another look around the room, unimpressed with the general atmosphere, “This sucks, every other time I’ve been here, this place is going nuts and everyone’s partying.”

“It’s Tuesday Night Miranda, nobody can be fucked, it’s just a few of us chilling after training. Oh and Devon who’s about to take that chick out of here to fuck.”

Annoyed to hear that, Miranda rolled her eyes while crossing her arms, wondering over to one of the walls of the Eagle Nest. There were hundreds of Polaroid pictures stuck to the steel wall. Football players, random girls, anyone who ever got an invite here found themselves in one of the pictures up on the wall.

“Plenty of more girls up here since I was last here,” Miranda said, checking out all of the most recent pictures. Bryce joined her, pointing out a picture of Miranda in just jeans and a light blue bra, her eyes closed, tongue out, and a bottle of straight vodka in her hand. “Remember this? fuck that was a messy night,” Bryce asked her.

“Yeah... strip roulette, how can I forget?”

Miranda kept inspecting the photos until she stopped her attention on one of the last ones taken near the right of the wall. “What the fuck?!”

“What??” Bryce asked, trying to see what she was looking at.

“Who invited her!?!” Miranda exclaimed, pointing to a picture of a very busty and beautiful brunette.

It was Winter... she had on a red football varisty jacket on while sitting on the lap of another player, that being Ross, someone she had an on and off thing going with.

“What? Her? That was Ross who brought her here, they’ve been banging every once and a while.”

Miranda got up close to Bryce, a stern expression on her face, “I specifically told you never to let that bitch step foot inside this room.”

Bryce backed off a little bit, remember what she said but also unsure why it really mattered that much, “Come on, it wasn’t me, it was Ross. What does it matter? I mean you told me that last year and I haven’t spoken to you in weeks.”

Shaking her head, Miranda looked around to room until she noticed Ross was here. His dark jet black hair was combed over as he sat on a chair, looking like he was either stoned or just that tired, about to fall asleep. Miranda began to storm forward in his direction, Bryce feeling curious, followed behind her.

She got very close to him, looking down at Ross in his chair, waiting for him to look back at her.

“Been a bit friendly with that skank on the wall, have you?” Miranda asked him, pointing back in the direction of the polaroids.

“Who I choose to fuck has nothing to do with you,” he said calmly while obnoxiously looking at her bulging breasts with no care in the world about being caught doing so.

“You still fucking her?” she asked him.

Ross shrugged, “I’m sure I will again soon.”

Miranda then grabbed his right hand and began to pull him out of his chair. He could have won the battle and stayed in his chair if he really wanted to but his interest in the blonde was ticking.

“I’m going to show you what it’s like to be with a real girl tonight,” she boasted, still holding onto his hand. Looking back over her shoulder, she eyed Bryce off, “And you... you can stay here to ‘chill’ or you can join us.”

Bryce thought about it for just a couple of seconds, “Alright I’m in... but I’m not going down on you.”