Cream Dream - Chapter 10: A Dreamy Place

Chapter 10: A Dreamy Place

“Can you believe it? Our first day at the library!” Cammy was overjoyed to be on her first shift at the library.

[Cammy giggled as she was so happy she was now officially working at the library.]  

“Your first day, you mean. I’m not an employee here. You are,” Dacre immediately corrected her.

“I know, I know… Thanks for accepting to come along for my first day.”

Dacre shrugged.

“Had nothing better to do anyway.” 

“So, while you’re here, would you mind bringing that pile of books over there in the back?” Cammy gently demanded him.

“Oh! So, I’m doing your work for you now?”

No. That’s not what I meant at all, but he’s got a point… I don’t want to take advantage of him or anything… 

“I’m overwhelmed over here. I need to sort a bunch of titles that were just returned.”

“Okay, that’s fine…” Dacre agreed to give Cammy a hand. He was teasing her more than anything else, he didn’t mind helping her. She could tell, and she appreciated everything he did to help her, even though he didn’t have to do any of that. 

“Thank you so much!” 

“No problem.”  

Needing to fetch more books in the back, Cammy was required to go into the librarian’s office to do so… 

There, she saw her old typewriter, which she left on a wooden desk. 

Um… I can feel it… It’s staring at me… She thought as she gazed at the typewriter.  

[Cammy cleared her throat.] 

She slowly made her way to the desk, straying from her path, passing the pile of books she needed to take with her in the first place. 

“I’m busy, you know?” Cammy spoke out loud, this time, directly addressing herself to the typewriter, which was an object.  

…

“I can’t right now…” Cammy continued speaking to the object.

“You do know what I want, right?” a mysterious voice suddenly spoke to the young librarian. 

“Yes,” Cammy shook her head.

“Oh! So, you can hear me now, can you?” the mysterious voice was heard again.

“I do hear you.”

“That’s a first,” the voice was surely glad it was the case.  

The typewriter is… Talking to me… 

The voice was sensual and female. 

“What do you want?”

“I want what everyone wants… Lust…” the voice explained to her. 

Lust? 

“What are you talking about?”

“I know very well that you always wished to be a successful writer. You’re in luck, girl. I’m here to help you.”

“And how are you going to help me exactly?” Cammy whispered as she slowly and carefully made her way closer to the mysterious typewriter. 

“With my help, you can become an erotic author,” the voice in the typewriter revealed to her. 

[Cammy audibly and seductively gasped within the small librarian's office.] 

An erotic author? 

“I mean… I’ve been thinking about that lately, but I do not know if…”

“If you want to do it, then do it. I know you’ll be great at it.” 

“That’s well and good, but who the heck am I talking to? Why am I hearing a voice in my mother’s old typewriter?” Cammy brought up an excellent question.

“I’m your new best friend,” the voice replied to her. 

I’m going nuts! I feel like I’m talking to myself or something. 

“You’ve got to understand. As soon as you typed that dirty story, I couldn’t get enough of it. I was delighted, but exactly satisfied. I am demanding more lewd stories out of you, Camille…” the voice asked from her. 

“How–how do you know my name?” Cammy asked the voice.

“Camille. Type more dirty stories for me. Use me to write lots more of them. I’m begging you…” 

[Cammy smacked her lips together, therefore, making a loud and wet sound.] 

“Fine. Fine! I’ll do it, just shut up already!” she finally had enough of a mysterious voice begging her.

…

For a short while, it was finally silent again in the librarian’s office. 

“When you didn’t have time to write lustful tales, I began paying attention to your awkward relationship with this young man… Dacre.” 

Dacre? Why is this voice talking about him? 

“What does this have to do with anything?” Cammy confronted the voice.  

“What does this have to do with anything?” the voice repeated after her. “Well, what do you think? When you first started making love with him, it awoke something else in me… It awoke something else in the both of us. I can feel it. You’ve got to continue your relationship with him.”

“You do not have to ask me to do anything because I wasn’t going to break up with him or anything…” 

“Break up with me?” All of a sudden, Dacre’s voice was heard at the entrance of the office.

Dacre was back. 

[Cammy suddenly gasped.] 

Dacre’s here! 

“Uh! Ah… Nothing! I was talking to myself!” Cammy turned red, just like a tomato. She was so shy and surprised to have been caught by Dacre as she was talking to her stupid typewriter.  

All of a sudden, this awkward conversation she had with the typewriter vanished as if it had never happened. 

“Talking to yourself, huh? Do you do that often?” he questioned her.

…

“Um… A lot more often than you would think,” she joked. 

Oof! That one was close! She thought to herself. 

“I don’t know if this has anything to do with that but, Cammy, carrying all those books on the other side of the library gave me a pretty good workout all this considered. I’m thirsty as heck. I blame myself for not bringing any water,” he admitted to her.

Dacre’s thirsty? Um… That gives me an idea or two… The typewriter said earlier that it wanted me to continue my relationship with Dacre and I agree with that. So, this means that I should probably do more kinky stuff in proximity to the typewriter, uh?  

[Cammy began erotically purring.] 

“Dacre. I don’t have any water, but would that suffice as a substitute?” Cammy asked her as she seductively pulled on the top of the librarian’s uniform she wore, sliding both of her big tits out of her clothes. 

Dong! Dong! 

Her huge and soft udders beautifully bobbed into view. Her nipples were directly staring at her boyfriend.  

[Cammy moaned as she adored the attention she was receiving from Dacre.]