<strong>Oliva</strong><br/><strong>Michelle's BMW en route to the mall</strong><br/><strong>Michelle</strong><br/><hr/><br/>The previous night had been nearly perfect. Oliva had never imagined such a string of events, and the surprise threw her routine entirely off. She woke up in Michelle's arms and realized she was hours late for work. She sent a text to one of her employees telling her that she wouldn't be there. Of course, she didn't mention the fact that she had spent the night drinking and fucking a woman she barely knew. Although she didn't realize it, their adventure had been a much needed escape for her.<br/><br/>When Michelle invited her to the mall to meet up with some friends, she was hesitant at first. The pair had agreed upon their relationship focusing primarily on sex. Oliva promised she would help Michelle through her troublesome divorce, but she also swore that she wouldn't let things get serious. Deep down, Oliva longed for more, but she felt that Michelle didn't view her in the same lighting.<br/><br/>Oliva had a youthful side to her that had never changed. She found immense pleasure borrowing a pair of Michelle's panties, although she was forced to wear the same clothes from the day prior. The two dressed together, and there was no absence of fondling and teasing. Oliva was tiny, but she was very physical. She loved attaching herself to Michelle.<br/><br/>The car was beautiful, and Michelle was as comfortable behind the wheel as she was in the cockpit. The ride went smoothly at first, and the two conversed like normal. They may have been fuck-buddies, but they could still hold a conversation like a couple. Everything happened so fast. Oliva had been staring out the window when the first collision occurred. Her head hit against the dashboard, but she managed to stay conscious. Her heart began to pound rapidly. She stabilized herself just in time for the second car that smashed against the rear.<br/><br/>For a few seconds, she was stunned with terror.<strong>"M-michelle? Fuck!"</strong>She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone to call 911. It wasn't working! She punched in the numbers several times before dropping the phone onto the floor.<strong>"Michelle, oh god!"</strong>She howled, her body growing weak at the sight of blood. She had always hated seeing blood, and she barely restrained herself from throwing up. The side doors were miraculously intact, and Oliva unbuckled her belt and stumbled out of the car.<br/><br/>Her body was sore, but she could only think about Michelle. Her friend looked to be either unconscious or dead. But... What was she to Oliva? She looked around and, for a moment, she considered abandoning her friend. What if something worse occurred? Remaining by the car was risky, especially considering the two were merely new friends with benefits. How much would she be willing to sacrifice for Michelle? The question kept running through her head.<br/><br/>She didn't think about it for long. Adrenaline began to pump through her veins as she rushed to the other side of the car. She flung the door open, unbuckled Michelle, and pulled her from the car. She stretched her across the pavement as tears began to restrict her vision.<strong>"No, no, no! Michelle, oh god!"</strong>She pressed her head to her chest and could hear a heartbeat.<strong>"Somebody help!"</strong>She screamed. As she looked helplessly around, she saw that everybody else was in trouble as well. Blood covered the window of an adjacent car, causing her to throw up along the road.<br/><br/>Her fingers ran along Michelle's forehead.<strong>"What do I do?!"</strong>She cried aloud. Oliva had never been strong, and she knew that carrying her was out of the question. On the other hand, she couldn't bring herself to leave her. She was torn.<strong>"Please, please, wake up, wake up!"</strong>