"Oh, I still don't know," she said. She was still breathing in and out heavily. I realized that she was still laying on top of me so that I was still inside her. "Maybe you should wish for this mess to go away," she said.
I wasn't sure what she meant. "What mess?" I asked.
"I was a virgin, remember?" she said.
Oops, I thought. "Oh, yea, stupid me. I wish that any and all spilled fluids of any kind would disappear and not leave stains on the couch." I added that last bit because I didn't want to leave something that my mother might find. Not that she'd be mad at me for having sex necessarily, but on the couch she would.
After I made the wish Amanda got off of me and sat up on the couch. There was no trace of anything between us. I sat up and she leaned close to me. "Oh, shit," she said suddenly.
"What?" I asked.
"When is your mother going to be home?" she asked.
I looked at my watch. It was 4:30. "Not for another hour," I said. But then we both heard a noise coming from the front door. "Or maybe now," I said with worry.
"Joe, do something!" Amanda pleaded.