Sex on the Summit
Glory's passion for life is undeniable. She loves running along the shoreline at high tide. She loves swimming just behind the waves along the beach for a mile or two, then turning back and returning to where she started, coming out of the water refreshed and invigorated. If she sees a tree she likes, she is driven to climb it to as high as the branches will support her weight. If she comes to a cliff, she needs to climb it, scale it as high as she can go until she either reaches the top or has to stop because it is totally smooth and offers no cracks or places on the surface for her to hold on to.
She lives to ride her bike as far as she can go in a half a day, just far enough to be able to return that night. At times she will even ride from one town to another, going for days before circling back towards home, staying in motels rather than camping. She is a nature girl who lives to be physical and active and alive.
She lives without clothes whenever possible, stretching naked in the sun for hours at a time. If it is physical, she lives to do it. If it involves her body, her mind, or her senses, she loves it.
If it is sexual, she lives for it. She masturbates four or five times a day, or is sexual with whoever she is attracted to or feels a connection with.
Glory loved being one of five roommates in college, and one night one of them asked the other four if they ever "play with it at night?"
Glory sat right up and said, "Of course. It feels good. Why would you not?" she asked. "You do, right?" She said to the other roommates. The other young women blushed and one of them nodded, then another one did. Finally, the last of the three smiled sheepishly and admitted she did "occasionally."
"Why do you ask?" Glory said to the first roommate. "Of course we do. You do, right?" The young woman who had asked the others blushed and nodded.
"I do, yes," she said, "but I have felt guilty about it all this time. You don't think it is bad to do?"
"No," Glory said. "It is not wrong. It is taking care of yourself. If you don't, no one else will."
"Are you virgins," the first girl asked.
Glory shook her head and two of the others did as well. "I think I am," the confused roommate said. "I just let him touch it," she said, "but does that mean I am not anymore?"
"No, you still are a virgin," Glory said. "Don't worry, your virtue is still in tack. Although, I am not sure why you want to hold on to that virtue, but you don't lose it by him touching your pussy," she said, hugging the worried roommate.
Glory was the only one in the room they shared who referred to the vulva as the pussy. She calls a spade a spade. She has no problem with sexual words. She calls a cock a cock, intercourse fucking, and oral sex cock sucking or eating pussy. She has no problem with having sex, especially with a condom, and she is honest with each partner about having sex with other men.
Glory is a twenty-first century woman, and is a member of the National Organization of Women, the Association of University Women, and the PTA. She has marched in Washington DC, New York City, and in Los Angeles where she lives for causes she believes in. At the university where she goes to school, she is president of the Young Democrats, and Vice President of her class.
On June 12, 2025, she was hosting a booth on campus for new students when a young fellow student asked her if he could get information about the dorm from her booth. "Are you new on campus?" she asked.
"Just moved here from Minnesota," he said. "Transferred from the University of Minnesota," he said. "Today is my first day."
"There is an apartment across the hall from us and I know they are looking for a roommate," she said. "What's your name, Minnesota?"
"Julian," he said. "I am also looking for friends," he added with a self-assured demeanor. "You know any confident women looking for levelheaded guy with a new car and a tank of gas?" he joked.
"All the women I know are confident, but they have their own cars and plenty of gas," she responded with a grin.
"I don't know many people around here," he said, "so I am looking for friends. The roommates would be a start," he said. "Are you busy for dinner tonight?"
"I am, yes," Glory said, "I am chairing a dinner meeting of the campus Young Democrats at seven. There is dinner, other people, and things to volunteer for," she said.
"You want to meet people, here's your chance. Interested?" she asked him.
"Democrats?" he said. "I voted for democrats since I registered to vote. I guess those are my kind of people," he said.
She breathed a silent sigh of relief. She was not jumping on his bandwagon, but he was handsome, confident, and he did have great eyes. She always started with the eyes. She felt she could see a great deal in a person's eyes, especially if they were six three with broad shoulders and a sexy smile.
"I'll call and reserve a place for you," Glory said.
"Could you get it close to you? I would have someone to talk to." He looked at her name tag. "Is your name really Glory?"
"From the first day," she said. "My parents didn't think they could have a baby, so I was kind of a 'glory.' Silly, yes, but it's my name. Yours is Julian?"
