Theres A Time And A Place

* Both Luna and Marina are Mexican-American, but to be honest, I didn't want to take the time to phonetically spell out the accents. Just keep that in mind while reading, and thank you.*

Matthew Whitman left the meeting with his parents attorneys dumbfounded and much better off than when he had entered. They had never approved of his vagabond, pillar to post lifestyle. They had passed within a couple of months of each other, both at the age of 75. Having been married for over 50 years, Matt figured his mother had grieved herself to death. His father had passed due to cancer. The man hated doctors, and never had regular checkups. Once diagnosed it was too late and too quick. They didn't get the chance to say their respective good byes, but he did go to the funeral and stayed in Ft. Smith with his mother. He'd started to get the itch to travel and had decided to tell his mother, but fate had other plans. The day he planned to tell her, she just never woke up.

After the funeral and burial Matt got the call to meet his parents attorney. The house and property he knew about, it was the investments that flabbergasted him. Unbeknownst to him his parents, specifically his mother, was a very shrewd investor. He was utterly shocked to find out his mother's worth was well over 20M dollars. The stipulation though was that Matt could only access 10M maximum, while the rest was to stay with her current fiduciary for further investment purposes.

After a few more months, a depressing estate sale, with a few exceptions for himself, Matt felt like he was ready to travel again. Armed with just over 400,000 cash, left from the sale of the house and property, a brand new Nissan Titan Crew Cab, a u-haul trailer and no place in particular to go, he left Ft. Smith. As he merged onto I-40 east it began to rain, matching his current Monday afternoon mood. He was thinking about maybe settling down maybe buying a farm, but he knew nothing about running one. Buy a store of some kind? He did after all have a business degree from the University of Arkansas. Then speaking to no one in particular,

"Eh, I'll figure it out."

It was just before dusk when the emergency flashers on a Subaru caught his attention, rousing him from his fog-addled train of thought bringing him into the here and now. They were parked under the overpass just past the 101 exit. He had intended to drive past them until he realized they were obviously in distress. A woman, Hispanic or maybe mixed, and her daughter? He really didn't want to stop but he didn't like leaving two females stranded on the side of the interstate. By the same token, it could be a set up. One never knew these days. He pulled over with the thought of, 'what the hell, why not?' going through his mind. Once stopped he checked his Glock and backed up. The taller woman approached the driver's door.

"Thank you so much for stopping! We have a flat tire. Could you help us, please?" Definitely Hispanic, southern California or maybe Arizona. Traveling like he did he was used to discerning different accents from Cali to Maine.

"Yeah, no problem. Y'all have a spare or..." Matt purposely left the question open to figure out just how far they'd been able to get with their own problem.

"Yeah, I'll have to open the trunk again. I couldn't figure out how to work the jack." At least they had tried. He figured it was one of those cheap scissors jack that almost every car had now. The daughter had walked closer to the concrete part of the overpass, arguing with someone on her cell phone. Then remembering his manners.

"Oh! Matthew, Matthew Whitman, my friends call me Matt. Nice to meet you." Extending his hand, she smiled meekly and took it.

"Marina, Marina Peña. Nice to meet you too, Matthew." Her smile was absolutely stunning in that moment.

"You're daughter having boyfriend problems over there?" Marina smiled bigger and giggled.

"Not my daughter, my friend. We're actually the same age, 25."

"Oh, ok. So she's a mid- short person."

"Si, yes." Then quieter, "She left her piece of shit boyfriend. We got out of Calexico a few days ago, and here we are." Southern California, nailed it!

"Ah ok. I won't ask anything else then. Let's see what you have. Pop the trunk for me?" Marina opened the trunk and sure enough, scissors jack, handle, lug wrench and donut spare. Matt pulled the spare out and let it bounce on the pavement, except it didn't bounce.

"Uh, Marina. Y'all have a small problem."

"Shit! Shit! Luna!" The other girl looked past Matt straight at Marina. "La rueda de repuesto también está pinchada! Y ahora qué hacemos?" Luna said something harsh into the phone and hung up.

"Que?"

"La rueda de repuesto también está pinchada! Y ahora qué hacemos?"

"Mierda! No lo sé! Ask him!"

"What do we do now?" Matt looked west, daylight was running out quick. He grabbed the jack, handle, and lug wrench explaining as he started taking the tire off.

"You two get your stuff together, whatever you don't want stolen. I'll throw this tire in the back of my truck. We'll backup, get off this exit, find a tire shop and a hotel. Get the tire replaced, a good night's sleep and have you rolling first thing in the morning." Marina and Luna were both looking at him kind of side-eyed.

"Look, cabrón!" It was Luna. "First, we ain't a couple'a putas! We ain't sleeping with you, baboso! Second, we ain't got the money for all that shit!"

"Woah! Hold on...Luna?"

"Si, yeah."

"Firstly, I didn't mean any offense. Two rooms, one for y'all, one for me. Secondly, I'll pay for everything, the rooms and the tire. I have no problem with doing that for you. WITHOUT asking to be reimbursed, in ANY way!"

"What, we don't look good enough for that!? You ain't had none this good, idiota!"

"Luna! Cuál es tu problema?"

"Nada, es nada."

"Matthew, thank you for the offer, but I don't think we could do that." Matt threw the tire in the bed of his truck. "It's a very generous offer but honestly, we don't have that kind of money."

"Well, I do Marina, and I want to do this for you. Both of you." Looking at Luna "I don't expect anything in return. I'm not wired like that. So you can take my offer and be on your way tomorrow morning, or sit out here on the side of the interstate and figure it out on your own. Either way, I'm ready to go." The two were quiet for a second then spoke in Spanish. It was mostly a quick conversation ending with them getting their bags out of the car. Luna opened the passenger side back door and flung her two bags in the back. Matt kind of snorted/chuckled and shook his head. Marina also with two bags placed hers in the back seat next to Luna's then climbed into the front seat and closed the door. Luna slammed the back door. Something Matt couldn't stand, but he let it go. He waited for a clear spot, backed up and got off the exit.

It was after 7:30 when the tire was finally done. The entire time, they trailed Matt around the store talking back and forth in Spanish. With his limited knowledge of the language he wasn't able to keep up with it. He figured though with the body language, head nods and giggles at least some of it was about him.

"Alright you two, food first or find a room first?" The girls spoke again briefly in Spanish. Marina answered, Luna just nodded her agreement.

"We want to get a room, take a shower and then go eat. We haven't had a hot shower since we left Calexico."

"Where have you been staying?" Matt realized he sounded like a concerned dad.

"Well Papi, rest areas, parking lots. Sleep a little, grab something to eat, drive, repeat." Luna, and she wasn't as terse now with Matt as she had been, although she'd picked up on the fatherly part. Maybe Marina had talked some sense into her.

"Ok. Showers then food it is." They found a Quality Inn after some driving around and pulled up.

"Ok Papi, give us some money, we'll get the rooms." Both women giggled again. 'How the hell did I become Papi,' thought Matt. He just shrugged it off and pulled the wad of cash out of his pocket. Luna had no reaction, but Marina's eyes bugged out of her skull. Matt guessed she'd never seen that much cash at one time. He could also make an educated guess about Luna's ex and his...occupation. Especially being from Calexico. He peeled off two hundred, handed it to Marina and pocketed the rest. The girls jumped out and headed for the office giggling and bumping into one another. He couldn't help but admire the two as they walked in. Luna, a little beauty, not even 4 feet tall. Jet black hair that looked like she had a curly perm, which he later found out was a natural condition. Probably a B cup on the cusp of C but proportional. Cute bubble butt that didn't jiggle in her jeans, but did sway provocatively. Deep, dark brown eyes that belied her street smarts and wisdom. Marina, also beautiful at 5' 5"or 6" tall, definitely C cups that bounced as nicely as her full bubble butt. Straight brunette hair almost to her waist line and lovely brown eyes. His daydream appreciation of the women, and his growing chubby was interrupted as both passenger doors opened up. This time though Luna got in the front, Marina in the back.

"Here you go, Papi. Room 116. We have room 115." Was that a devilish grin on her face? Nah, couldn't be. 'She kinda hates me, I think.' Matt smiled back and headed for the rooms. Grabbing a bag each and sliding the key cards in their respective doors they stepped in. Matt adjusted the a/c heater unit to 70 and realized there was a connecting door to the left. Laughing, he just shook his head. He could hear muted talking next door, Spanish. He was beginning to think the connecting doors were done on purpose but dismissed the thought and went to take a shower. He hated the position of the full length mirror. Not that he was ashamed of his 6 foot frame, it just seemed like a vanity thing that he wasn't into. At 45 he'd had his fair share of lovers and sex. His sandy blonde/brown hair and light blue eyes didn't hurt either.

After a long hot shower and donning his boxer briefs he was looking for clean jeans when he heard a knock on the connecting door. Sliding the jeans on there was another knock and he called out.

"Just a minute."

"Housekeeping." Then giggles from both girls. Opening the door he was taken aback somewhat. They cleaned up VERY nicely! Neither were wearing makeup that he could tell, but the tanned complexion of their skin was absolutely radiant, beautiful. Jeans and tight t-shirts accentuating their breasts and hips. Likewise, they were staring at him since he hadn't put a shirt on, no six pack but a flat stomach nonetheless and a decently sculpted chest with sparse hair that matched the hair on his head.

"Uh, we, a, we were wondering what you wanted for dinner?" Luna's eyes finally found his after she more or less asked the question. Matt could see both women's nipples becoming visible through their bras and shirt. He just hoped his chubby wasn't as noticeably visible to them. Breaking the eye contact with Luna and turning to find a shirt he was finally able to speak.

"I'll eat just about anything to be honest." He turned red realizing as soon as he said it the double entender. Slipping the t-shirt on he turned back around. Giggling from both the girls. "Ok, ok, haha very funny ladies. What would you like for dinner?"

"How about some'a that hog?" It was Luna, and apparently she had noticed the chubby. Matt played it off.

"You saw that bar-b-q place down the street too, huh? Yeah I could go for that. I'd rather have tacos though." Now it was his turn to be cheeky. Luna and Marina blushed.

"Ok you two, get a room, oh wait!" Marina wasn't going to be left out. The girls giggled again. "How about we order delivery and watch a movie? They have Showtime and HBO, so..." Matt nodded.

"Tell you what, y'all figure out what to eat and I'll go get some wine or cerveza. Your choice."

"Wine." Marina. "Cerveza." Luna. Matt couldn't help but laugh.

"Ok, cerveza wine it is! Marina, how much change was left from the rooms?"

"A little more than 60 bucks."

"Ok, here's 50 more, I'll go get drinks y'all order the food." Both girls hugged him then set about the business of ordering. It was a chilly early March evening, but Matt was thankful for it. He had to get his mind off the girls and hoped the drive and looking for a liquor store would help. But damn, those nipples! Luna's a little bigger than the size of pencil erasers. Marina's the size of erasers on a fat pencil that's used in kindergarten. The more he thought about them, and the hips silhouetted in those jeans, the more he had to adjust himself. He drove straight past the liquor store and found a place to turn around. Getting a bottle of red and one white he found the Guinness and Modelo in the beer cave.

When he pulled up to the hotel he saw the delivery guy trying to chat up Marina. Matt got out of the truck and headed to the door when Luna came bounding out and ran across the parking lot toward him.

"Hey, Papi! We missed you!" She ran up, threw herself up and onto Matt. He had no choice but to catch her, throwing his arms awkwardly around her with a bag in each hand. She mashed her breasts into his chest and flat out kissed him on the lips, complete with tongue. Her actions didn't just shock him, but were causing him to get more than just a chubby. Finally breaking the kiss she whispered into his ear.

"The delivery guy wouldn't leave. We tried to tell him we were waiting on our man, but he kept talking." She slid down grinding her crotch into Matt's in the process. Luna looked up at him as her feet hit the ground, arched her eyebrows and gave him a knowing grin. She walked with him to the door, her arm locked around his. The delivery guy turned to go to his car and gave a sly smile and a thumbs up. Matt watched as he threw his door dash bag in the passenger seat. As he drove off he noted the license plate number, went inside and closed the girls door.

"Marina, I wasn't sure what you liked or what you gals were ordering. So I got a bottle of each, one red, one white." Producing the wine he sat them on the small table.

"Thank you Matt! I'll decide when the mood hits." There was that glowing smile again.

"And for us, Luna..."

"Let me guess, gringo got Bud light. Because, you know, Mexican and shit." She pointed at herself with both thumbs.

"Actually, I hope you like Guinness or maybe Modelo." Luna squealed like a little girl and grinded ear to ear.

"I like both! Wait, the Modelo pale or amber?"

"Amber."

"YES! I might just like you flaco. Keep being a good guy and we'll see." A few seconds passed that not a word was spoken but Matt and Luna just looked at each other. Marina cleared her throat and asked.

"So Matt, I have some questions, you don't mind do you? They're kinda personal." Matt saw Luna opening two Guinness and making plates, it was bar-b-q after all.

"When you rented the rooms, you pulled out a huge wad of money. You don't, I mean, you're not moving, uh..."

"What Marina wants to know is do you sell or traffic drugs?" Matt smiled both because of the question and Luna's directness. That was when he realized they were both looking at him, and not in a friendly or loving manner. He dropped the smile and answered the question.

"No ladies, it's nothing like that. Not even close. I don't smoke, snort, drop, rub into my belly or anything else. I don't do drugs, I don't traffic drugs and I'd never sell drugs." Luna handed them both a plate and sat in front of hers. The mood had lifted, but only slightly. The girls didn't even act like they were going to speak.

"So I'm guessing y'all want a reasonable explanation?" They nodded yes almost in unison. "Fine. But, give me a second? I'm going to get something that'll confirm what I'm about to tell you is the truth." After a quick look at each other they nodded yes again. Matt left the room and walked straight to the U-Haul trailer, unlocked the back and stepped inside. Luna looked at Marina who just shrugged her shoulders. He emerged with a folder in his left hand and relocked the trailer, and went back to the room. Placing two funeral notifications on the table he started eating.

It took them several minutes each to get through the first notification. Not because they couldn't read, but more he suspected, because they were both completely in English. The girls swapped and continued to read. Luna was the first to speak.

"Matt, I'm sorry. We both just got out of a crappy situation and were scared about getting mixed up with any more bad shit. I'm sorry, please accept my apology."

"I feel so bad now." Marina looked like she was about to cry.

"Marina, Luna, it's all good. My folks lived a full life, mom apparently more than dad, but I'll explain everything in more detail while we eat. I'm actually hungry. And Luna, apology accepted. You're too cute to say no to. Marina, don't feel bad. You do have to protect yourself first and always. I mean that."

The next several hours were spent getting to know them, and them him. They laughed at and with each other. The atmosphere had loosened up considerably with the wine and beer all but gone. Matt had said something about how he thought Luna really didn't like him. Luna said she didn't, at first. But he was growing on her. Marina blurted out that she was crushing on him since getting the tire. Then promptly blushed. Both of the girls thought it was sexy that Matt had opened up about his parents. They wondered about a lack of feelings over that. He explained he'd gotten all the crying and blubbering out during the few months he had stayed in Ft. Smith.

During the course of getting to know them, Matt had moved to the sofa, Luna kept her chair and Marina and the bottle of wine to the nearest bed. It turned into Luna and Matt talking back and forth for a while before they realized Marina had fallen asleep.

"Honestly, I'm not surprised. She's done all of the driving. I do love that woman to death. She basically helped me save my life. She's my best friend."

"It's good to have someone you can trust. Can't say as I've ever had that in my adult life. But then again, I never put roots down anywhere."

"You know it's never too late, if that's what you wanted. Just find you a woman you can trust, or two and go for it!" Giggling and that devilish grin from Luna again.

"You offering?"

"Maybe."

"My turn, can I ask you a personal question, Luna?"

"Sure."

"Are you and Marina, uh, more than friends?" Luna blushed and smiled.

"Sometimes. But we both love di--, I mean men too. She's the only female I've ever been with, and her with me. I can't explain it, we admire other women, we think they're sexy but we've only ever been sexual with each other. Weird, huh?"

"No! Not at all. People like what they like, nothing wrong with that." Luna got up and walked over to Matt. She straddled his lap and sat directly on his crotch facing him.

"I'm starting to think you really are a good guy. You know Marina is crushing on you, she said so herself. I think I am too."

"I'm a good guy, not a nice guy, but thank you, Luna. I'm enjoying spending this time with you guys. Too bad I'll have her car fixed tomorrow. Look, it's late, I'm crushing and I'm getting excited, so maybe we should turn in?" She looked disappointed but smiled anyway.

"Yeah, maybe tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

"I think I would too." Luna leaned in and kissed him slowly, tentatively, with purpose. Almost like she was kissing for the first time. Matt stood up with her wrapped around him. Walked to the other bed and placed her gently down.

"Night Luna."

"Night Matt. Or should I say, Papi?"

"I like either." He smiled, tucked her and Marina in, turned the lamps off and went to his room. He noticed it was just after midnight when his head hit the pillow. His mind automatically went to the girls hips in their jeans earlier. That thought naturally extended to their erect nipples. He was having a problem nodding off, debating on masturbation or sleep, he thought really he needed both. Then very subtly he felt a body slide under his blanket and directly on to his left side. The heat of her body was comforting. Without thinking he extended his left arm out and under the body.