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Disclaimers: Punky Brewster belongs to Lightkeeper Productions and NBC
Productions. The Hustler Hollywood Online Store belongs to Effex Media. The
porn-video entitled 'My Plaything Jewel De'Nyle' belongs to Digital Sin.
Hannah Harper's Smooth Operator belongs to Pipedream Products. The Hustler
Overworked And Underlaid T-Shirt belongs to Hustler Clothing. This story is
not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 05/23/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, male solo sex, female solo sex,
male/female sex, female/female sex

Categories: Het, slash, bi

Pairing: Punky/m/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: After she gives Henry a 'goodbye' hug and kiss, new high-school
graduate Punky drives herself to the University of Illinois at Chicago, where
she meets her two new fellow students and they ask her to stay in their
apartment with them.

Other Notes: This AU story takes place after the show's final episode, is a
birthday gift for Kelly Monaco -- who was born on May 23rd, 1975 and who I
had selected for the role of Robyn Billingsley -- and based on the picture
entitled 'exe-Punky' by an artist named Malachi.

Dedication: Happy 33rd Birthday to Kelly Monaco! -- ATK 2008
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Punky Brewster: Punky's New Roommates
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

Hi, there. My name is Penelope Brewster, who was formerly known as the warm,
funny and bright little girl who keeps on calling herself 'Punky' Brewster.
And just like some of you folks, I once had a family but that was before my
father had walked out on both me and my mother and she had abandoned me at a
Chicago, Illinois shopping center,leaving me with no other choice but to try
to survive on my own with my ever-faithfull dog known as Brandon and that had
meant placing myself inside a vacant apartment within a local buidling which
was being managed by an old and grumpy widower photographer whose name
happens to be Henry Warnimont but thankfully enough,I was also able to make
some really good friends inside that building like for instance: my best
friend who happens to be a little African-American girl known as Cherie
Johnson,who had used to live in an apartment upstairs with her grandmother,
this one geeky kid known as Allen Anderson and this one stuck-up rich girl
whose name happens to be Margaux Kramer.

And of course, after he had discovered that Brandon and I were both living
inside that empty apartment and heard my story, good old Henry had suddenly
softened-up and allowed me to stay with him which -- if you were to ask me --
was a whole lot better than staying at Fenster Hall for the rest of my
natural life before he was able to get past the entire bunch of burrecratic
red tape with some help from really nice folks such as this one
African-American guy whose name happens to be Michael Fulton -- who had
allowed his friends to call 'Mike' -- and gain the chance to adopt both me
and Brandon and put up with this one little kid who keeps on saying at the
top of her lungs, "PUNKY POWER!" And now, whenever I allow myself to look
back on that little girl that I once was, I would place my hand on my
forehead, close my eyes, let out a sigh and ask myself, "What the fucking
hell was I thinking by saying those two words like that?"

Anyway, it was on a warm and sunny May 23rd day that my three formentioned
friends and I had finally graduated from high-school and gone back home to
have one last meal with Henry -- the big lovable lug -- before I had woken
myself up on the very next day, eaten my breakfast and gotten my personal
stuff packed for me to move out of the apartment and head straight for the
University of Illinois at Chicago before Henry had helped me get it all
inside this great-looking car that he had given me for my sweet sixteen
birthday, gave me a big loving hug and told me that he will still love me
with all of my heart.

And after I had said the same thing to him, I had placed myself inside the
car, waved 'goodbye' to both Henry and Brandon and drove myself away from
the one apartment building that I had once called my home, I had turned on
the car radio and began listening to some of the old-time rock-and-roll
music on the one station known as 'The Drive' which happens to be WDRV 97.1
on the FM dial on my way to the university. And as soon as I had finally
arrived at my destination and gotten myself registered, I had gone to a
local drug store, purchase the latest edition of the Chicago Tribune and
started glancing through the want ads for a new place to stay in.

But of course, that was before someone had started lightly tapping on
the paper, causing me to lower it and discover that there was this one
great-looking girl with dark-brown hair looking at me with a small smile
on her face and saying, "Hi, you must be Penelope Brewster. We're going
to be in the same class together. My name is Robyn Billingsley and you
really don't need to thumb through the want ads of that rag to look for a
new place to live because you're coming to my place to live with me and my
roommate. Trust me, 'Punky'. Can I call you 'Punky'? You really do need to
be sharing the rent with one or two good friends than paying it on your
own."

And after I had given that idea some thought and decided that -- in spite of
the fact that I would have no choice but to be stuck with a roommate who is
going to call me 'Punky' again -- it would be a good idea for me to share an
apartment with two other students, I had decided to accept Robyn's kind and
generous offer and went with her to -- big surprise -- a local apartment
building, where the both of us had stepped inside the apartment and noticed
from the sound of running water in the bathroom that someone was taking a
nice warm shower in there. But that was before Robyn had knocked on the
bathroom door and said, "Peter, are you in there? It's Robyn! I'm home!"
causing the both of us to hear a young man's voice from the other side of
the door saying, "Hey, that's great! Get your clothes off and get that ass
of yours in here!It's fuck-a-dub-dub-in-the-shower-time!"

"Actually, Peter! I just want you to come out here and meet our new
roommate!" that was what Robyn had said to the door before the water has been
turned off, the door had opened itself up and allowed this bare-ass naked
blonde male hunk to step out of the bathroom, place his nude body in front of
Robyn and ask, "Are you kidding me, Robyn? I mean, how could you really turn
down a real hunk of man like this?" And after I had taken a really good look
at his hot-looking ass, I had cleared my throat and answered, "I don't need
to turn it down," causing a confused Peter to turn himself slowly around and
gazed his embarressed eyes on me before Robyn had gotten a large towel out of
the bathroom, wrapped it around the lower part of her roommate's buck-naked
body and said, "Peter Cameron, this is our new roommate, Penelope Brewster.
Punky, this is Peter."

And believe it or not, after he had given me a friendly handshake and
apologized to me for that little bit of embarressment, Peter had told me
to not worry about Robyn calling me 'Punky' again because he once had an
embarressing nickname when he was a little kid and still understood how it
had felt growing-up with it. Anyway, after they had helped me get myself
settled into my new bedroom, both Peter and Robyn had invited me to go with
them to this local fast-food joint -- I forgot what name it was -- and have
dinner with them there. And while we were enjoying our evening meal at that
place, I had opened my big fat mouth and told them about how Brandon and I
had came to be living with Henry and they had placed their gentle hands on
my shoulders and told me that I had became a true survivor.

Just then, after we had left that fast-food place and came right straight
home, Robyn had picked up the TV Guide, started thumbing through it and
asked, "So, are you guys up to watching the new episodes of 'Ghost Whisperer'
and 'Moonlight' on WBBM-TV CBS2 tonight?" but just as I was about to answer
that question, a small-smiling Peter had cleared his throat, walked into the
living room with the DVD case with the words 'My Plaything Jewel De'Nyle' on
it and said, "Actually, Robyn. I have a better idea in mind. It's the latest
DVD that I had ordered through the Hustler Hollywood Online Store and I hope
that our new roommate will join us in watching it."

And just as I was about to say anything to him, Peter had placed that DVD
inside the DVD player and pressed the 'play' button, causing images of Jewel
De'Nyle and other hot porn stars humping and fucking the living shit out of
each other. And as soon as he had plopped himself down on the living room
sofa and gazed his eyes upon the images on the TV screen, Peter had stripped
off all of his clothes and began stroking his stiff cock which had caused me
to turn my confused eyes toward Robyn and notice that she had already taken
all of her clothes off and started pumping the Hannah Harper's Smooth
Operator dildo in and out of her hot, wet pussy and carressing her own tits.

And surprisingly enough, that whole scene had caused me to remove all of my
clothes, move myself closer to Peter, place myself on his lap and allow him
to start pumping his stone hard dick in and out of my hot and steamy cunt and
place both of his hands on my firm breasts. And after Robyn had moved herself
closer to me and Peter, placed her hand on my bare shoulder and began sucking
on my stiff mounds, I had placed one of my hands on Peter's bare arm and the
other hand on Robyn's bare back and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do
it, Robyn! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck on my tits while Peter fucks my wet
pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

Then, after Peter had taken his stiff cock out of my hot, moist snatch and
allowed Robyn to start sucking on it, he had began licking on my cunt and
carressing my tits which had caused me to realize that I was being able to
enjoy each and every minute of experiencing the one thing that I had actually
never experienced with anyone before which happens to be pure and untamed
sexual pleasure. That was before Peter had placed his stone hard dick inside
Robyn's pussy and began licking on my snatch and I had placed my hands on
her silky-smooth naked thighs and began sucking on her tits, causing a
sexually-charged Robyn to place her hands on my bare back and yell at the top
of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, PETER! DO IT, PUNKY! TOUCH
ME! SUCK MY TITS! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM!
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after the three of us had started moving ourselves harder and
faster and our lovemaking has finally gotten itself enrolled into the
University of Illinois, Peter, Robyn and I had all came and collapsed due
to exhaustion and fell asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace.
Just then, on the very next day, I had woken up and discovered that a
large Hustler Overworked And Underlaid T-Shirt has been placed over my
nude body. And after I had taken a second look at it, I had allowed a
small smile to appear on my lips and let out a small chuckle before I had
put on that T-shirt, got myself off the living room floor and stepped into
the kitchen to join my two new roommates for some breakfast. As for what I
was going to tell Henry about my first few days away from my old home, I
had decided to keep the sexual experience that I had with Peter and Robyn
to myself when I write my first letter to him.

THE END!

    

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