"First, though, do you trust me?" she asked.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew if she had to ask that question, she had something devious in mind. But I knew I couldn't tell her "no."
"Of course, I do," I said, just a little worried still. "Why?"
"I just thought we could have a little fun," she shrugged, with the kind of grin I knew I probably shouldn't have trusted. Unfortunately, it was too late for that now. "Can you wish that whatever I wish for next would happen?"
I'd never tried that before, but I didn't see why it wouldn't work. "Probably," I said with a shrug of my own. "What do you want to do?"
"That's a secret," she said, again with that grin. "Just make the wish for me, okay?"
I still wasn't so sure about it, but when she started kissing me again and rubbing my penis gently, I couldn't help myself. "I wish whatever Amanda wished for next would happen."
Sitting back again, Amanda's grin broadened a little more. Again, I had the feeling I was in trouble, but I couldn't do anything about it right then because, before I could, she said, "I wish..."