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Tri-Date Area	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 20524 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own PHINEAS AND FERB or its characters. I made no money by writing this. No neurotic teenage cartoon characters were harmed in the making of this story.

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Chapter 4

Candace was in her room, sullenly sorting through the MP3s on her phone in a vain attempt to distract herself from her worries. What if it was over? What if Stacy had decided that this three-way relationship was bad, or wrong, or disgusting? And what if their lifelong friendship couldn’t survive the breakup? What if she and Stacy would never spend another afternoon at the mall, or listening to music in her room, or-

Suddenly, her phone rang. The screen lit up with Stacy’s picture, and Candace knocked the phone halfway across the room in her haste to pick it up. She chased the phone down, grabbed it up like it was a dropped twenty-dollar bill on a windy day, and flipped it open.

“Stacy!” she cried.

“Hey, Candace,” her friend said.

“Hey, guys,” Jeremy said as he picked up. Stacy, like the other two, had become skilled at conference-calling.

“Stacy,” Candace said quickly, “I’m so sorry about what happened in my room, I didn’t mean to-”

“Guys,” Stacy interrupted, “I just want to let you know that I'm totally over my freakout from yesterday. And...I want to keep going with this."

Relief flooded over Candace in a rush.

"Awesome," said Jeremy. "Because I just heard about a great restaurant I want to take you guys to."

"Sounds nice, but you took us on our last date," Stacy said. "How about I do the next one? Because there's a great picnic spot I know."

"A picnic, huh?" said Jeremy. "Sounds cool."

"Yeah," Candace agreed. "You know, in a retro kind of way."

"That's part of why I chose it," Stacy replied. "I don't think Candace's 'conceal nothing' strategy will work with MY mom, and nothing will look as wholesome and innocent to her as me skipping out the front door with our old wicker picnic basket and a checkered blanket."

"Mmm," Jeremy agreed. "The skipping might be overkill, though."

"Yeah, anything more than low-key flouncing might raise an eyebrow," Candace added.

"Low-key flouncing—check," said Stacy. "So just grab your bikes and meet me at my house at eleven o'clock tomorrow."

"I can borrow my dad's car, if you want," Jeremy said.

"No no no," Stacy replied. "Bikes say exercise, fresh air, and G-rated fun. A car says fender benders, out-of-town tattoo parlors, and getting knocked up in the back seat."

"Wow, you really know how to stay on message," said Candace. "Okay, bikes it is."

***

Mid-morning the next day, Candace stopped by the kitchen, where her mother was carefully piping icing onto a cake.

“Hey, Mom. What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to do the diagonal basketweave that the winner on Bake It to Make It used on her almond buttercream cake last night,” her mother said, squinting at the cake as she gently squeezed the bag of icing, then frowning at the result. “I swear, the woman must have the hands of a microsurgeon.”

“Well, I’m going off to have a picnic with Jeremy and Stacy, and maybe get to second base,”

“Your softball glove’s in the hall closet,” the woman said, never taking her eyes off the cake. “Be back in time for dinner.”

“Sure thing. Bye Mom!”

***

They met at the agreed-upon time, and Stacy—picnic basket firmly bungeed to the trap on the back of her bike—led Candace and Jeremy on a low-traffic route through Danville's residential streets, out to the edge of town.

"Time to shift down, guys," Stacy announced as they reached the foot of a long slope.

"We're going up Danville Hill?" Candace said, eying the slope like she might have overheard it insulting her hairstyle. "I don't want to get all sweaty."

"Don't worry," Stacy replied. "We'll take it nice and slow."

Pedaling casually, they meandered up the winding road that traversed the back side of the hill. It took them nearly half an hour to reach the top, but when they arrived, it instantly became clear that it had been worth the effort.

"Wow, Stace," Candace said as she dismounted her bike. "I haven't been up here in so long that I forgot how great the view is."

"Yeah," Jeremy agreed. "It's pretty breathtaking."

For nearly a minute, they all stood there, side by side, looking out on all of Danville. There were only a few other people around—two adults who had driven their two young kids up to show them the view, and one cyclist in day-glo bike attire who only looked at the view for a minute before zipping back down the hill.

Stacy found a spot under a shady tree, unfurled her checkered picnic blanket on the ground. She opened her basket and took out several plastic containers.

"My mom," she said, "thought it was so charming that I was planning a picnic with you guys that she insisted on cooking. So instead of fast-food fried chicken, we'll be having this."

She opened the lids, revealing two kinds of sushi rolls, gyoza filled with ground pork and scallions, carrot and celery sticks, and some chocolate-chip cookies.

"Wow, Stacy, your mom is the best!" Jeremy exclaimed.

"Yeah, she really went all out," said Candace.

"Anything in the name of wholesome fun," Stacy replied. Then, lowering her voice and smirking, she added, “Don’t worry—it won’t be completely wholesome.”

“Awesome,” Jeremy said, also smirking.

They dug in, savoring the simultaneous pleasures of the sumptuous meal, the spectacular view, and one another's company. Their conversation ranged far and wide, from friends, parents, and school to movies, hobbies, and fashion. As the eating concluded, Stacy was talking about a pair of wedges she'd seen at the mall that she would dearly love to have but whose price was giving her pause.

"As the one guy in this relationship," Jeremy said as he brushed a few cookie crumbs from his shirt, "I'd like to propose a limit on how much we talk about shoes."

"No deal," said Stacy. "But in the spirit of compromise, I AM willing to change the subject for now. Everybody up—it's time to move this blanket."

They all stood, and Stacy picked up the checkered blanket, which waved behind her, cape-like, in the gentle breeze as she carried it into the tall grass at the edge of the little hilltop park.

"You look like a superhero who delivers Italian takeout," Candace quipped.

"Cute," Stacy retorted as she laid the blanket over a square section of the tall grass. "Now come help me flatten out the grass under this blanket."

Candace and Jeremy joined Stacy in using their sneakered feet to mat down the grass until the blanket lay fully on the ground. Then Stacy lay down on it and gestured for her companions to do the same.

"I'm a little confused," Candace said as she looked around at the wall of grass that surrounded them. "We came up here for the view, and now I can't see anything."

"No one can see us, either," Stacy replied with a sly grin.

She crawled over to where Candace was lying on her side and kissed her once on the lips, then rolled over and did the same to Jeremy.

"Nice," said Jeremy, kissing Stacy again while his hand reached over her to alight on Candace's hip, pulling her gently toward them.

Having been responsible for putting an end to their first two makeout sessions, Candace was determined not to be the wet blanket this time. So when Jeremy's hand began to pull gently at her hip, she moved with it, then put her hand on Stacy's shoulder and rolled the girl onto her back. Candace then lay half on top of Stacy, and Jeremy, getting the idea, lay on her other half, all of them kissing one another. Soon Candace felt Stacy's hand winding in her hair and the tip of the girl's tongue against her lips. She opened to let it in, and the next thing she knew, there were two tongues besides her own inside her mouth, exploring her, exploring each other. Only when they broke off the deep kiss to gasp for air did Candace realize that her neck and chest were burning with the heat of a sexual flush, and that her panties were soaking wet.

"Candace, Stacy," Jeremy panted, "can I take your tops off?"

Her dark eyes smoldering, Stacy raised her arms and breathed, "Oh, yes."

Jeremy's fingers grasped the hem of Stacy's green top and pulled it over her head and off. Candace hadn't seen Stacy topless since they were little girls in Candace's backyard wading pool, and the redhead found herself gazing hungrily at her new lover's light-tan skin, her perfectly oval navel, and her lovely and surprisingly large brown nipples.

Even as she stared at Stacy’s lovely body, Candace hesitated. Being caught topless in a public park—leading to humiliation, an extended grounding, and who knew what other consequences—was exactly the kind of epic failure that she had secretly feared since their three-way relationship began. But she had promised herself that she wouldn't freak out or put a stop to things just because she was afraid. So, swallowing, she pulled off her red top, exposing her pale chest and pink nipples to Stacy and Jeremy.

"Wow," Jeremy said as he dropped his t-shirt on the picnic blanket. "You're both gorgeous."

"E- Even though we don't have boobs?" Candace blurted.

"I don't care about that," Jeremy replied, eyes periodically darting from one girl's chest to the other. "Your nipples are amazing. They just- They make me wanna-"

Words failing him, Jeremy pulled Candace to him and lowered his face to gently kiss her chest. Stacy, still lying down, pulled Candace down next to her so that her hands could caress Candace and Jeremy’s bodies while Jeremy kissed and licked Candace’s nipples. Then Stacy rolled over, and now Candace was beneath both of them, Stacy kissing and touching her while Jeremy continued to lick and caress her nipples. Candace moved her hands over Stacy’s back, then around to her front; Stacy cried out “oh!” when Candace’s fingers took firm of Stacy’s erect nips and squeezed them gently and rhythmically.

After a few minutes of this, as Candace was nibbling on Jeremy’s neck and squeezing Stacy’s bottom through her skirt, Stacy spoke.

"Time for the girls to be on top," she said, and pushed Jeremy down on his back next to Candace.

"I sure don't mind," he said. Then, smiling and slapping his thighs, he added, "Mount up."

Stacy got up on her knees and straddled Jeremy's right thigh, and Candace did the same on his left. She was sure Jeremy could feel the wet heat of her mound against his skin, and she wondered if he could feel Stacy's, too.

Stacy leaned over and kissed her. At the same time, Candace felt Jeremy's hand on her bare chest, touching her in delightful ways.

Almost unconsciously, Candace began shifting her hips forward and back, rubbing her wet, pantied pussy against Jeremy's leg. She could feel Stacy start to do the same thing.

"Mmm," Stacy purred, then kissed Candace again. Soon their tongues were caressing each other, and Candace felt Stacy’s and Jeremy's hands all over her body—caressing her sides, pinching and rubbing her nipples, traveling from her knee up her thigh and under her skirt...

For a moment, instinct overcame everything, and Candace found herself plunging her hand into Jeremy's shorts even as the other went straight up Stacy's leg, over the waistband of her panties, and inside to hold and squeeze her hot, wet mound.

"This..." Jeremy gasped as Candace's hand massaged his shaft, "this is unbelievable..."

"Candace," Stacy whined, even as her hand joined Candace's inside Jeremy's shorts and began to caress his balls, "put your finger inside me. Please..."

Candace, already as aroused as she had ever been in her life, was struck by a thought: Stacy wants part of me inside her. It's like- like she wants me to FUCK her.

Candace's libido went through the roof. She practically shoved her finger into Stacy's hot, wet hole and began pushing it in and out while, at the same time, accelerating both her stroking of Jeremy's cock and her back-and-forth grinding against his thigh.

"Oh, God," Stacy moaned. "Oh God oh god oh god ohgodohGOD!"

Stacy's opening clamped and pulsed around Candace's finger as the girl's body convulsed with orgasm.

"Oh, GOD!" Jeremy cried, and Candace felt copious amounts of what she realized was his hot cum flooding over her hand where it gripped his cock.

"OH GOD!" Candace squealed, trying to be quiet but only managing to raise the pitch of her orgasmic scream as her thighs gripped Jeremy’s leg and her finger went as deep inside Stacy as it could go.

The two girls collapsed onto Jeremy, all three of them panting like greyhounds at the end of a close race.

“That-,” Candace said, “That was…” But words failed her.

Then Candace's already pounding heart skipped a beat as she heard the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching through the tall grass. Suddenly, the head of a freckle-faced little boy popped out of the wall of grass at the edge of the picnic blanket.

"Mom!" he shouted, filling Candace with terror. "There's three people praying and rolling around on the ground over here!"

"Sweetie," a female voice called back, "that's just the way some people talk to God, and we have to be tolerant of all the world's faiths. Now get away from them as fast as you can!"

The boy ran off, and Candace, Stacy, and Jeremy looked at one another, breathless with effort, panic, and relief.

"Picnic over?" said Stacy, hurriedly retrieving her top.

"Picnic over," Candace declared as she hastily pulled her own top on.

"Let's get way the heck out of here," Jeremy said, grabbing a paper napkin from the picnic basket and stuffing it down his shorts before they mounted their bikes and fled down the hill.
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