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 while Bryce started questioning her on why she had contacted him tonight.

“Sooo you want to tell me why tonight of all nights, you wanted to hang out with me again? Thought you said you hated me,” he asked her with curiosity.

She ignored him at first before finally replying, “Never said that. Just called you an immature pig, that’s all.”

Bryce slowly nodded, remembering that particular fight they had, “You been rooting many boys since?” he said, again very curious.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…” she replied, “Sure you had plenty of girls on their knees in here, probably drunk as hell.”

The attitude she gave him was enough for Bryce to snap back at her, even if he was just joking. “Oh yeah, plenty, had this brunette with the best tits I’ve ever seen going down on me. Ahh god, what was her name again? Opposite of summer?”

Miranda pushed Bryce in the chest with her right hand aggressively. If he wasn’t such a well built college footballer, it might have actually made him move backwards a bit, instead he barely budged. The busty blonde moved close up to her ex boyfriend, a stern expression on her face, “I specifically told you never to speak about that bitch.”

Bryce backed off a little bit, he knew it would bug her even if he was unsure why it really mattered that much, “Come on, it’s just a joke, what does it even matter anyway.”

“If you’re going to be like that, I’ll just find someone else to party with tonight…” she said, looking around the room.

She didn’t exactly have many options here, it wasn’t until she noticed a handsome boy in a corner of the room, his name was Ross. 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 looked at Bryce, tilted her heads and headed straight towards her. 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.

“You want to spend the rest of your night staring at the ground or want to have some fun with a real woman?” Miranda asked him straight up, using her hand on his chin to pull it up.

It was obvious for anyone to see that he stared straight at her tits, confirming his answer to her question.

“Better live up to your words, don’t want to waste my time with someone who knows nothing about sucking cock,” he said in a cocky tone while obnoxiously looking at her bulging breasts with no care in the world about being caught doing so.

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.

“You have no fucking idea what you’re about to receive,” she boasted, still holding onto his hand. Looking back over her shoulder, she eyed Bryce off.

She gave him a bit of a smirk as if this was payback for his joke about her arch rival.

Bryce thought about it for just a couple of seconds, “Hey! I invited you here, I’m coming up there no matter what.”

She just shrugged, pulling Ross along.