The Troublesome Black Rock Ch. 3

Chapter 3

“Where is it?” Natalia said as he feet trotted around the room, “Where could it be?”

She stood with hands at her waist in the middle of her father's gallery of goods and gadgets, taking a deep breath to calm herself. After the experience at lunch she came to the decision that she was going to get this thing out of her, no matter what that took. Before she had not been too concerned, but if this continued to happen in front of someone of worth, they would think her mad.

Thinking hard, she remembered that there were two rocks, so she was determined to find the other, and any other clues the container might hold. But as she arrived she got her first fright, the straw filled box and table it had rested on were both gone. This meant that it must have been sorted and put on some shelf along the wall or in some display case. This lead to her current condition.

Opening her eyes to the glittering treasures around her, she tried to scan over them slowly. Maybe she was just going about this too fast, if she just stopped and thought about it she would be fine. There were many items here and if she wanted to find something as simple as those black stones she would need to keep her wits about her.

She started on one end of the room, skipping the grand mahogany bookcases and scanning cases kept sparkling by an absent hand. Natalia's eyes passed ancient statues, glittering gold pieces, shriveled hands and a saint's releases. But these were not the objects she wanted.

Natalia huffed, “Where in the-”

But she was interrupted by the stir of wood, the door to the room creaked as small eyes peeked out from behind it.

Natalia's heart jumped, but even as she tried to think of hiding, or even an excuse for why she was here, the door began to slide open faster.

“Natalia!” A woman's voice snapped. The tiny female frame entered the room, burdened by a heavy frontal endowment. It was her teacher.

Which meant today was lessons, hour after hour of boring equations and problems.

“Lady Danielle,” Natalia said in a gasp, turning to the small woman and giving her a hesitant grin.

“I've been looking all over for you.” Lady Danielle said, her odd accent barely able to complete a word. Her eyes were stern, strict. Natalia was well known for 'forgetting' lesson day. “What are you doing here?”

Natalia shook her head, letting out a long breath as if she'd just climbed the highest mountain she could find. Her shoulders slumped with an imaginary weight.

“I will come clean madam,” Natalia said, “All day I've been feeling so ill, I really did not feel well enough to take my lesson... so I hid.”

The plan was not nearly the soundest, but it was all she could think of. She was trying to avoid seeming sick before, but she couldn't sit through a lesson right now while that obsidian stone lingered in her father's cabinets.

The little woman shuffled forward, her chest seeming to wobble up and down beneath her jacket, off beat to her back. Natalia leaned forward as the woman approached and a hand shot out and touched her forehead. The young woman tried to will the heat out of her, tried to awaken some sort of long dormant power from her own soul. Witchcraft or devilry be damned she wanted her forehead to pass inspection.

But the ever expanding scowl on Lady Danielle's face gave away the verdict.

“You will not get out of your lesson that easy little Natalia.” She chided. Her hand retreated and the woman turned to exit, “I expect you down in ten, yes?”

The door closed behind her and Natalia gave a huff. The woman acted like she was so much older than her but truly there could not be more than 5 years between the two of them. Natalia was sure Lady Danielle only had her job because her father liked to 'visit' with her on the day Natalia got lessons. Considering the size of her bosom there was no doubt.

A quick trip to the restroom and Natalia made her way down to the stuffy study. Peeking her head in she saw that the same old chalkboard sat in front of the same old pair of desk. The second desk sat there next to hers, a beam of light coming down upon it from a high window in the otherwise empty room. She always set it up, as if Natalia was to expect that some other student was chronically absent.

Finally, there was a table in the room with a large green office bag, where Lady Danielle kept all of her papers.

Always that same set up, the same little sit down that Natalia tried to survive as the woman before her droned on in that slightly foreign speech of hers. But today would be worse, for she would not be waiting to get out so she could rush back to her room. Instead it was her very safety that she rushed to assure. But this lesson stood in her way, no way to rush it short of playing faint. She had already used up her 'faint' on her lesson a week before.

She slipped into the room, nestling herself down in her same desk as Lady Danielle scribbled some work on the board and pretended not to notice her entrance. After a moment the little woman turned to her pupil.

“Ah so good to have you little Natalia,” She said, “We begin right where we left off, yes?”

Natalia simply nodded. No matter what she said, Lady Danielle was already prepared to give her lesson, word by word, as she had practiced it. Nothing Natalia did had ever routed the woman before, and she couldn't change that. Lady Danielle turned her back on Natalia and started to point out large words she had written on the board; sternum, vertebra, seemed they were going over anatomy. It took mere seconds for Natalia's mind to wander from the inane lesson and to the dark stone still wedged deep within her sacred grounds.

If she was going to get help, who would help her? Natalia had heard of family members who received 'help' for medical issues, and usually the story was of the deceased or the committed. She was not insane, she was merely a victim of some horrible device. Why did she deserve to suffer under its stimulating whimsy?

“Natalia?”

Natalia snapped to attention, looking to her teacher who had leaned forward just before her desk. She was giving a harsh eye of disapproval, but Natalia's eyes naturally focused on the twin mounds of female assets her position lay bare. The teacher's jacket was not cut particularly low, but the sheer volume represented by her smooth orbs made them alluring regardless.

Natalia yanked her eyes up to meet Lady Danielle's.

“Apologies, I was just thinking about, uhm... anatomy.”

“Hmph, well I hope so.” Lady Danielle said before turning back, her short hair flittering before Natalia. She continued her lesson, but now Lady Danielle did not seem to trust her pupil to keep her mind right. She kept herself watching both the board and the desk, standing to the side of the white marked board.

As her teacher went looking one way and then another, arms gesticulating as she pointed out the simple facts of the body, Natalia's eyes were drawn by one thing, well two. The jiggle, nothing amazing, but there regardless. Her breasts wiggled up and then down and she could not keep her eyes off of it whenever it happened. This wasn't the first time she had thought of Lady Danielle's wonderful chest, in fact she had pictured those tall mountains more than once while between the sheets. Her guilt about it did not last long past her first linen encounter with them. She never bothered to question the things her bewitched mind found appealing.

But now it was an issue. The more she saw the more she imagined and the imagination was a powerful tool. Every quiver, tremble, and jingle lit small smolders at her loins. At first this did not cause her alarm, but as she felt that all too familiar urge climb up her body she realized she was putting herself in danger. Shaking her head quickly, Natalia tried to clear her thoughts and focus on the lesson at hand.

Which she did, at least for a moment or two.

“Ah, so hot,” Lady Danielle said after a good while of speaking. Natalia smiled as the little woman scanned around the room, looking slightly dehydrated and exhausted. It was too common a sight and Natalia paid no mind to it.

Lady Danielle took off her jacket, revealing her rather thin white blouse beneath. Her chest did not hug this material quite as tight, the off white material sagged slightly from her cream colored breast. She had been sweating slightly, even the sleeveless blouse seemed a little soaked. The teacher took the front of the shirt where her body gave it momentary slack, and shook it slightly out and in as a makeshift fan. Letting out a harsh blow of air, she seemed ready to get back to work.

Though within Natalia another form of work began. As the young woman's eyes locked to the milky pair before her, the stone within her slid ever so slightly. It grew warm, a sensation that made Natalia raise an eyebrow in confusion. But then it began its nefarious deed.

A quiver slid through her body, skin rippling as a wave of lust overtook her. with her eyes on her teacher's pair, she found her thoughts shaping day dreams around them. There were flashes of her hands upon them, her lips meeting them, her tongue stretching for those wonderful heaps of pleasure. Natalia's breath grew constricted, a snort coming from her nose as she tried to shake her head clean once more.

The veil over her mind faded for a moment, but as that heat between her thighs continued to rise she knew what she was in for. Her eyes trailed straight back to Lady Danielle, right back to her lobes, and the images began anew. Slick, moist, warm, soft, the pressures and pleasures of Danielle's breasts seemed to already be upon her. She was already sweating, her breath getting deeper.

“Natalia? You okay?”

She had tried to look away, but now she looked to find Lady Danielle coming to her side, concerned for her student. Each of the woman's steps were like an earthquake, shaking Natalia's heart like a fragile shed. As she got closer and closer, arms out to help Natalia through her apparent illness, Natalia found herself growing tense.

The girl stood. Deep down she knew she had to get away, could not be here right now. If Danielle saw her do what she did before, if it was the same thing as when she was eating, then she would surely alert her father. But as she got to her feet they turned to jelly, wavering to and fro until she began to fall forward.

“Natalie!” was all she could hear, Lady Danielle's cry of desperation as the girl's body crumpled.

There was a cushion beneath her as she landed, Lady Danielle. She could hear her breath in her own, the woman's heave nearly as heavy as hers. She lifted herself onto her hands, her heart beating a fast rhythm. She was straddling her teacher, the round woman lay beneath her, eyes wide to Natalia's own.  Their bodies meshed to one another, the heat from one spilling to the other.

This did Natalia no great service, the black rock strumming her every gentle place, tickling her emotions, plucking her so harshly that her mouth puckered and her toes curled. This contact was wicked, deadly. Those breasts of hers were so close, so near to her hands that to leave them be would be a crime in itself.

“Natalia,” The woman murmured in a low voice, “What's come upon you dear?” She whispered.

No, this was a different feeling. Ecstasy would not come to her without her pressing its hand. But worse, Natalia knew now that she would not leave its hand where it was. She couldn't stay here, not while Lady Danielle looked up at her with those eyes, as her tender flesh slid against her.

“Natal...” The woman's voice was muted by Natalia's lips locked warm to hers. Lady Danielle let out a flushed exhale through her nostrils, eyes wide. But Natalia only pulled closer down atop her teacher, a hand to both her cheek and side at once. Timid fingers sliding over the older woman's blush warmed face.

Their lips snapped apart.

“Natalia!” Danielle gasped, “What's come over ya girl?”

But she couldn't find an answer, not in her words. Her voice was full of panting, her vocabulary only held whines. The artifact within her accelerating aches up her body. Her lips quivered, eyes lingering upon the bosom below her. Danielle's breasts seemed ready to burst forth from her blouse, stretching the material to its breaking point.

With a gasp, Natalia kissed her again. Eyes shut tight as she held their bodies together. Lady Danielle didn't resist, not as their tongues searched one another, not as Natalia's hand found its way beneath her blouse. Simple flesh sliding between finger tips. Hardened nubs tweaked by lost fingers.

Her search did not stop, not when her fingers made her teacher plead, nor when her tongue made her teacher moan. Neither satisfied that urge, her body slick with sex, wettest places wanting for something more that never came.

Laying gasping beside one another Lady Danielle did not seem ready to speak or even look to her charge.

Natalia lay panting and tossing like a bitch in heat. Her fingers hard at work between her legs trying to bring this miserable chapter of futility to a climax.

But there was no peak, no grand exclamation in place of a sudden period. Just a slow descent, the warmth receding. Her breath returned to normal, her eyes glazed. It put her through all that for nothing? Pushed her to that height, coiled her up just to never let her spring?

“Shit.” Natalia whispered, her legs slumping to the floor of the study.

“Young Lady!” Lady Danielle began, “What're you thinking!” The woman had rolled over to get on her knees, her blouse now a discarded blanket to hide her shameful form from a student.

“What the matter with you?” Lady Danielle added, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Natalia's eyebrows furrowed, there was no way she was getting out of this.

“Shit, shit.”