Honeymoon for Three

Mattie went to the restroom. Alfred climbed into the camper, away from the cooling air. He wondered what he could do until bedtime. Mattie had her knitting. He had noticed several pocketbooks lying around. Maybe he could find one to read.
    He was leafing through a Perry Mason mystery written by Erle Stanley Gardner when Mattie returned to the camper. She stepped inside and slid the door shut. Now they were alone together in close quarters. Alfred was sitting at the small table, with his back to the front of the camper. He felt vaguely uncomfortable. Mattie took off her jacket and sat on the backseat, facing him.
    She had changed her shirt. She was wearing a white blouse with two or three buttons unbuttoned at the top. Alfred could see a hint of cleavage in the V of the blouse. She had also combed her short hair, and something looked different about her face. He decided that she had put on lipstick. She didn’t look bad at all.
    “So what do you think?” Mattie asked, posing for him.
    “I like your hair.” He thought it was a lame compliment.
    “Thank you.”
    She seemed pleased. “These card games go on forever. Don won’t be back until the wee hours of the morning.”
    Why did she tell him that? Alfred felt more and more uncomfortable.
    “I’ll let you in on a secret about Don if you promise not to tell anyone.”
    Alfred wasn’t sure he wanted to hear a secret, but he mumbled, “Promise.”
    “Ever since he got wounded in the navy, he’s been impotent. That’s why we don’t have any kids.”
    Alfred felt his mouth drop open. Impotent? He couldn’t grasp the ramifications of that. They were husband and wife. Husbands and wives were supposed to do it.
    “I haven’t lost my drive,” Mattie continued. “Once in awhile I have a little dalliance, if you know what I mean.”
    Alfred was afraid he did.
    “You must be feeling bad about your wife leaving you. And being newlyweds, you were getting all that sex, and then it stopped. I was thinking that maybe I could help make it up to you.”
    If there were any question about Mattie’s meaning before, it was dispelled when she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, revealing a lacy bra underneath. What intrigued Alfred was that he could just see her bellybutton peeking out from above her jeans. A nice innie bellybutton.
    “Do you like my boobies?”
    He wanted to say that he liked her bellybutton, but girls had reacted strangely to that remark in the past. He took the safe way out. “Yes.”
    “I may not be as young as your wife, but I bet my boobies are just as good. Take off your jacket and come over and meet them up close and personal. They’re friendly.”
    Alfred did what she asked, mechanically. He sat down beside her. She took hold of his hand and placed it on her breast. He had no reaction. He wanted to slide his hand down to her bellybutton, but did he dare?
    “Let’s put the bed down.”
    Things were getting out of control. They had to stand up to put the bed down, because the lower bunk when set up, extended over the backseat.
    “I don’t think we’d better.”
    “I won’t get pregnant, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
    Mattie stood and pulled Alfred to his feet. She quickly and efficiently set up the bed. She climbed onto it and pulled him after her. He only resisted slightly. Then they were rolling around on the bed, kissing each other. This was quite pleasant, and gave Alfred the opportunity to do what he wanted to do.
    He reached his hand down and found her bellybutton. It was indeed a well-formed innie. He caressed it with his finger. Everybody had a good bellybutton, it seemed, but him. She must have interpreted his actions as a come-on. She loosened his belt and began to unzip his pants. He started to panic. He had to do something. How could he tell her he was a virgin? How could he tell her he was saving himself for Penny?
    He pulled away from her and slid off the bed, saying, “I can’t.”
    “What do you mean, you can’t? Is it because I’m older? You only go after that young pussy, is that it? Well, buster, I’m here to tell you that you aren’t exactly God’s gift to women. Maybe that’s why your wife ran off. Did you ever think of that? You better take what you can get, you understand me?”
    “It’s not that. I just can’t.” He was miserable and embarrassed. “I think I’ll go for a walk.”
    Alfred grabbed his jacket, opened the sliding door, and stepped out into the night. He carefully closed