Love Texas Style 12

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Chapter 145

Amy beamed as she watched her father and fiancé leave her father's study.

She stood from her chair in the living room to greet her man with a smile. Her hair... still in the sexy curls and braids Michael loved.

"I'm not going to regret helping you and being your partner, Michael, but you're too damn tough of a negotiator. Just like your father... I'm thinking

better

than your father."

"We still have plenty of time to work it all out, Mr. M. And, you're a challenge yourself. I'm learning a lot from you."

"Umph," came the reply from his future father in law, as he waved his hand in the air with dismissal. He pointed a finger to his daughter... a scowl on his face... "Be careful with him, Baby. He's difficult when it comes to money."

Amy stepped into her father's arms and kissed his cheek. "I'll watch my step, Daddy," she giggled. Then, she took her man into her arms as her father left the living room. "Giving my Daddy high blood pressure, Woods?"

Michael chuckled... "He did raise his voice once or twice. He's good... Tough when he needs to be. And... Mmm, I absolutely love your hair, Amy. It's... elegant and sexy at the same time." He ran his fingers through her hair as he spoke... admiring the silkiness with his eyes.

"Thank you. Mommy hired a stylist, considering you told everyone about our engagement party except... ME!" She laughed as she faux punched his chest. "Marsha, the stylist, said when she saw me and my long, straight hair, she was inspired by Padmé."

"Yeah!" he offered with agreed excitement in his tone... He stepped back to admire his woman. He pulled his phone from his pocket, typed into his browser, and paused at the result. "Amazing," he said softly as he gazed at his phone and back to his lover. "All you need is the white dress and blue cape and you're Natalie Portman's sister... Well, close at least. Look at this..." He offered his phone with the photo on the screen. "Although, I still think you favor Emily; in the face... the model whose last name I can't pronounce."

"I've already seen the photo," she giggled, as she bear hugged her man. Her cheek against his chest. "Marsha showed me before she began and I liked it. She was fast, too. Now, I called Maggie and, believe it or not, she's not at my dorm room with Patrick." Amy began laughing a little hard as she rolled her eyes. "Let's go... I want to show you my dorm room before school starts in a week. Then, you can take me to lunch."

*****

Michael had Amy lying on her back...

She was panting... sighing... moaning... whimpering... squirming.

He lay beside her naked form... He... naked himself.

Amy began pawing at his belt the moment she finished showing him her dorm room. There were very few students in the dorm before the spring semester began. She had her skirt, sweater, and blouse off in a blur... Her yellow panties... and bra... had him groaning out of control.

He was sucking... Licking... Squeezing... Kissing... her perky tits, as she had her arm around his neck and her other hand on top of his hand.

His hand... Two fingers inside her slick pussy. Twirling them in circles and raking the front of her tunnel... Occasionally... touching her cervix. Her hips were gyrating in response to his fingers... Attempting to force his fingers deeper inside her... he was good at the fingering her.

She moaned as she pulled on his neck to encourage more aggressive sucking and nibbling of her nipples... The electricity, from which, raced toward her clit... He was thumbing her sensitive button by now, and she was squeaking her approval.

He withdrew his fingers and began twirling her shiny pearl... Twirling it with his slickened fingers... she gasped at the sensation and pulled on his neck ever harder into her tits.

"That... feels... so good," she struggled to utter, as his slick fingers glided around, beneath, and on her button. The aroma of her arousal was conjuring up the primal animal inside his brain. His thick cock throbbing and bobbing from his pubis as he lay by her right side... rubbing and tapping it against her hip.

"Kiss me down there, Michael," she pleaded. "Go down on me, Baby."

One last nip at her brown nipple, and he slipped down between her already parted legs. He latched onto her sensitive pearl with his lips and pulled suction.

"OH Yes! I love it... More!"

He tongued her clit... She pulled his head harder into her drooling puss... He slipped his lips and tongue down one side of her slit... paused to greet her perineum with his tongue, and dragged them up the other side to be greeted by her shiny pearl... He nibbled it gently. He reached up to squeeze her right breast.

"I... love... it," she groaned in response. She tapped her button against his lips by swiveling her hips and pulling the back of his head into her. She was arched up to watch him dine on her gooey vagina... "I love it, Michael." She pawed at her other breast... squeezing and pressing it toward her neck. Three minutes of humping his face and pulling on the back of his head...

"Yeep!"

She flailed her head back into her pillow with clinched eyes. Her hips quaked with his mouth continuing his assault on her clitty. She squeezed his head between her thighs. She tried to twist onto her side, but was denied by her lover, as he tweeked her nipples with both hands. A few moments later...

"Enough! Hurry, hurry, hurry, Michael! I need you, now!"

She flailed her hands at him to get him to come to her. He leapt from her bed, strapped on a condom, pulled her wide hips near the edge of her mattress, and raised her right leg into the air. With his right hand, he lined his throbbing cock up with her drooling puss, then...

He heard giggles outside the door. One, maybe two distinct voices... mumbling. Amy heard it, too... "Ignore them... hurry Baby," she whispered with a plea.

He slipped his throbbing dick into her and paused at the end... touching the top of her vagina. She began bucking against him... encouraging him to hurry up. He placed his right knee on her bed and his other foot on the floor... and began fucking her...

One knee fucking.

Both her legs in the air... her feet on top of his shoulders... he watched his cock slide back and forth into her swollen and reddened slit... her neatly trimmed pubic hair... erotic and arousing. He looked to her chest... a nice pink color had appeared above her breasts, radiating into the sides of her neck towards her ears. Her eyes rolling back... and side to side... as he picked up a rhythm and pace. Her breasts wobbling around on top of her chest, with her nipples pointing right at his eyes. "Erotic... so hot," he groaned as he continued sawing away at her gooey hole. She pawed her tits and pushed them toward her neck... pressing them into her chest. This sexy woman beneath him... so beautiful... the sight of her and her sexual features... struggling... resisting his urge to go off.

She whimpered his name... her love for him... her feelings for him...

"YEEP!" she cried after six minutes of steady love making from her man. She seized into a quaking mess. She tried to twist out of his grasp but, he would have none of it.

He stopped, pulled her hips over the edge of the bed, bent her knees to lean against his arms, leaned forward to place his chest against hers, and continued his sawing action. Holding her in place, folded in half, as he kissed her neck and lips.

"I love it," she gasped, as she caressed his neck and back... touching his face. She reached for and cupped his ass to feel his swiveling hips. "I love how you feel in me, Michael... Oh..." She squeaked her words with a crescendo... Giggles in the hallway.

Michael arched his back and began nibbling her nipples as he continued loving away at his woman's gooey tunnel. The sensation sent electricity directly to her clit...

"YEEP!" She rolled her eyes back and seized up into a quivering mass. Her arms around his back... pulling him into a crushing bear hug... "I... love... you... so... much...Michael." She struggled to utter her words... She squeaked his name at the end.

Her engagement ring... Receiving sunlight from the window... sending rainbows across the ceiling and opposite wall. "Oh, my," she whimpered, at the sight. "How wonder... Yeep!"

She slapped the bed next to her as she grasped fistfuls of sheets. Her eyes wide and wild... unfocused on the ceiling... Her lungs struggling for oxygen... her titties wobbling from the quivering...

Michael stood upright and admired his sexy fiancé... his cock still invading her aromatic puss... his assault at a pause. He heard more voices outside the door and a soft giggle.

Amy gasped a long breath of oxygen. "Hold me, Michael," came her shaky and weak plea.

He withdrew, tossed his condom away, and crawled into bed next to his engaged lover. He on his right side... he pulled her onto her side to face him. He caressed her cheek and curly hair near her face. He kissed her forehead and neck... he ran a finger across her shoulder and collarbone... He whispered...

"I love you, Amy Masters."

*****

The lovers made love again.

This time, Amy lying face down and Michael on top... his knees outside her hips... One hand on her hip and another on her shoulder... long stroking her still needy puss... until he came. She sucked and licked him clean, then made out with him while lying on top of her lover... pressing and rubbing her sensitive pearl against his flaccid dick. He loved kissing her full, feminine lips.

The mumbles continued from outside the door.

They dressed. Amy straightened her hair... Touched up her makeup and lipstick.

"We better go," she whispered, not letting on to the girls outside the door. He nodded.

She gathered her purse and took his hand. She opened the door to find no one there. She stepped into the hallway and found five women down the hall on the right... staring with surprised expressions on their faces. When Michael stepped out... an eerie silence... then, unified gasps from the women.

"Oh my God... Look at him," came a softened whisper from down the hall.

"Hi, girls!" Amy called to them with her cheerful smile. "Ya'll haven't met Michael yet, have you?"

Unified shaking of five heads. Amy tugged on her man to follow her toward the women... her heels clicking the floor as she neared her friends.

"Girls, this is Michael. The man I've been telling you about for months now. We're engaged!" she yelped, as she shook her left hand at them.

"Engaged?" Melanie asked in surprise, as she took Amy's hand. "So soon?

"Hi, girls," Michael barked, as he offered a hand to each of the women. "Yeah, it was soon," he offered, after shaking the petite hand of Janey. "Amy has stolen my heart, and won't give it back."

"Wow," Janey replied. "You're hotter than Maggie described. She's your cousin, right?"

Michael chuckled and replied, "Thank you, and... Yes, cousin Maggie and..."

"He's hot," Amy interrupted, with a loud giggle. "So, I've got a handsome man for life."

*****

Amy was in heaven.

Watching from her plush chair... her sexy legs crossed... her foot waving up and down with her black three inch heels... as her man stood on a platform... as Mr. Peters took measurements of her man wearing the dark gray suit she selected for him. Michael would occasionally look toward her and smile... and wink.

She finally got to dress a man... her man... the one man she loved so much... it was a perfect day... her wish come true with the most handsome man... And... she was going to marry him.

She sighed as she reflected on her relationship with him. And, the possibilities for their future together... a family... children.

"Miss Masters," Eugene Peters began, interrupting her thought. "When Dad is finished with Mr. Woods, would you be interested in looking at shoes to go with the suit?"

"Absolutely!" Amy chirped. "Michael, leave the suit on so we can shop for shoes next. And, Mr. Peters, when we return next week for the suit, I will want to look at accessories for Michael. Neckties, shirts, kerchiefs, belts, socks."

"Wonderful," Eugene replied. "This way to the shoes. You can select styles while Mr. Woods completes his fitting."

*****

Amy offered and Michael quickly agreed.

The day before Michael had to leave for Lubbock and classes for the spring semester.

Their discussion about finances and expenses once they were married in May. Amy would work as a real estate agent in Lubbock and they would live on her commissions while Michael completed his graduate studies in December. Then, with the money Michael had saved over the last eleven years... a sizeable sum... They would buy a modest house in Dallas near her father's office, where he would start his career. And, then... Michael wanted to start a family... Amy squealed as she leapt into his arms with her agreement to start a family in Dallas.

Now... They were in each other's arms.

"Dang, Amy... I'm leaving you for the first time... as engaged lovers... I never imagined the hurt I'm feeling right now."

"I know," she whimpered, as she held her man. She looked over the shoulder of her man to find her mother and father nodding their approval from the living room... Gentle smiles on their lips.

"Come back to me, Michael. I'll be right here waiting for you."

He took his head from her shoulder and offered a kiss. They kissed... passionately. He placed his forehead on hers. He sighed. She did, too.

He released her and winked. "I miss leaving while we were in the front yard. I think this is the first time in the dining room we've left each other."

"Dang rain and cold," she snickered, as she placed an arm around his waist and escorted him to the front door. "Call me when you arrive in Lubbock, and tell Bill and Jacob 'hi' for me. And, you make sure all those women on campus know you're engaged, Mr. Woods." She giggled and shook a finger at him... he chuckled.

A final kiss... he snatched his luggage... caressed her cheek gently... offered a wink and was gone into the rain.

A tear fell from her eye as she watched him drive away. He waved through the window.

Chapter 146

Terry nodded his appreciation with a smile.

A picnic...

The suggestion of Traci's daughters... They had put the food together... They moved the horses from the stables... They helped Denise, Traci, and Terry saddle the horses.

Leading the way to his favorite area of his ranch, he turned in his saddle and admired the five blondes following him and his horse. Traci smiled a sly smile when she saw him turn. She offered a wink.

Denise was closely supervising the three girls, especially Millie. Nora and Nicole had become quite the horsewomen. Nicole had entertained the prospect of barrel racing in rodeos and Denise was giving her extra horsemanship lessons to explore racing.

The day was bright, but a little chilly this Saturday in January. Coats and gloves were necessary. When they arrived in the clearing surrounded by live oaks...

"Denise," Terry announced, as he dismounted his horse. "Traci and I are going for a brief walk. Over there in that direction." He gestured with his hand.

"Yes, Sir," Denise replied. "The girls and I will settle the horses and start getting the food ready."

"Thank you... Traci... walk with me?" He gestured to take her hand. The lovers were dismounted, holding hands, and leading their horses by the reins. Soon, they had walked far enough to be out of sight of the clearing.

Terry stopped and faced his lover.

"I love you, Traci Morrison," he offered in a subdued tone and eyes on hers. A happy smile on his lips.

"I love you, Terry. Is everything, OK?" She brushed a strand of hair from her face... sensing an upcoming serious tone from her lover.

"It is," he replied with a satisfied sigh. "You're with me this very moment. Your girls seem to like me, my family, and Texas. Despite our busy schedules, I find myself thinking of you often. Looking forward to the time I can see you again." He nodded with a tilt.

"Ah, come here Mr. Woods." She pulled him, removed her cowgirl hat, and briefly placed her head on his chest. She looked into his intense and happy blue eyes. "I'm thinking of you often, too, Terry. Too often sometimes. Aaron has to snap his fingers on occasion to get my attention," She giggled too loudly. Terry gut laughed. Then, he turned serious.

"Should things between us get really serious, I need for you to know. For everything I've achieved and done, I need to secure my legacy with my family. If things don't work out between us, I..."

Traci tossed her hat to the ground and pulled her man close in an interruption. She shook her head gently. "I understand. I'll sign anything which is reasonable. Your wealth? You and your children can have it. You've earned it and they deserve it. I'm secure financially... my girls are funded for their education. I may have a demand here or there. One... keeping my employment with M&T. I love my work and who I work for, Terry. Aaron and I are doing some wonderful things and I want to keep it. All I really want from you, is your love, devotion, and companionship. Someone to hold, tell my problems to, and... a shoulder to cry on occasionally. Someone who will return my affections and hold me while I fall asleep in their arms. I want... I need someone to love me, Terry. I didn't choose well on the last try. When the time comes, I'll be reasonable. OK?"

Terry nodded and smiled to his woman. "Thank you." He looked away from her pretty blue eyes toward the small rise in the distance. "Michael and Amy will be getting married in May. I don't want to say or do anything between us until the attention is no longer on them. We can discuss it, of course, but I want them to have a memorable engagement without a distraction from me and you." He turned back to his lover and squeezed her hand. "OK?"

"Absolutely." She batted her beautiful blonde eyelashes and smiled.

Then... he removed his hat, pulled her close and offered a kiss. Traci pulled on his neck and accepted is offer.

*****

First day of classes...

Michael stopped in his tracks as he turned the corner of the hallway. His eyebrows arched.

Kylie nodded her head gently as she acknowledged him.

"Hello, Kylie," he began. "You were nice to support Bill at his concert. Did you get a copy of his CD?"

"No, they ran out before I could get one," she offered, as she pulled her hair behind her ear. "Say... I mean... I'm sorry I was rude at the concert. I suppose I didn't expect... Well...Damn, Michael. I had no idea Amy was so beautiful. I was... speechless for several moments and I couldn't...

"You weren't rude, Kylie," Michael interrupted. "And, I have a spare CD at the apartment for you. Now, tell me about the classes you're taking this semester."

*****

The following Friday...

Amy scampered up the stairs towards her dorm room after classes. Excitement in her heart and a backpack across her shoulder. Her heels clicking and her skirt flowing with each step. At the top of the stairs, women were talking, laughing, and scurrying in the hallway. Some with laundry... some with books... some with boyfriends.

Amy greeted each girl on her way to her room. She sighed a happy sigh knowing Michael was on his way to come see her. She opened the door to her room and found Maggie... staring at her phone. Dejection in her eyes and on her lips.

"What is it, Maggie?" Amy yelped, as she tossed her pack onto her bed. She took Maggie's hand.

"Patrick's been kicked out of school," Maggie offered with a quiver in her voice and on her lip.

"What?! Why?!"

Maggie turned to face her friend. Sadness rushing into her face.

"He's flunked out and he's off the football team. He wants to see me before he goes back to Alabama. I don't know if I..." Maggie began whimpering and choking up.