It made sense ... maybe. Turq’s friends also knew her as Blue, so for Nicole’s wedding who better to supply the something blue for Nicole’s trousseau. Turq had several rings with suitable turquoise stones, but Nicole expressed doubts. “I want my fingers to be bare but for the wedding band, you know? Sort of like virgins.”

Turq sputtered a short laugh. Then she thought of just the thing. “How about this?”

“What’s that?”

“Well, a necklace, I guess. It was mine when I was a little one. The disk is made of hard rubber, so it was great as a teething toy. One of my first and fondest memories is biting it. It’s hard but soft, you know.” Turq’s teeth clamped the turquoise disk.

“Yeah, but how would I wear it?”

“There’s a chain somewhere.” Turq rummaged through the bottom drawer of her dresser. “Yeah, this silver chain.” She strung the beads through the disk’s center and snapped it shut. “Should be sturdy enough.” She looped it around her neck.

“This has several advantages,” Turq explained. “Not only would it be something blue, it would be something borrowed and something old. Plus, if you got nervous during the ceremony, you could bite down on it. Very calming.”

“I guess. Except it’s got your spit juice on it.”

“True,” said Turq. She brushed the disk against her nipple. “Mmm, did I say calming? Actually, it’s pretty exciting.”

Nicole observed the sudden swell of Turq’s nipples with obvious interest.

“Come to think of it,” Turq said, continuing to caress her erect nipples with the edge of the turquoise disk, “biting this thing isn’t so different from...” She looked into Nicole’s eyes.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Want to test it?”

Nicole laughed.

“Please,” Turq begged.

“Oh, okay,” Nicole relented.

She knelt before Turq. Turq offered the hard rubber disk. Nicole bit down. The bite seemed to please Nicole. She mouthed and munched the disk for more than a minute. When she finally released the disk, Turq offered her breast.

Nicole’s lips closed over the turgid nipple. She sucked like a baby.

Nicole and Turq lay naked on Turq’s bed, the turquoise necklace now around Nicole’s neck, the disk circling Nicole’s spittle wet nipple.

“That was so good,” Nicole admitted. “I love this necklace. But I can’t really wear it at the wedding.”

“Why not?”

“It doesn’t really go with my gown. It’s a little too big.”

Turq had to agree. “Maybe around your waist?” she suggested.

“That’s an interesting idea,” Nicole said. “Especially since I’m not planning on wearing panties.”

“I could never get away with that,” Turq said.

“Why not?”

“My bush.”

“Oh. Right. I love your bush. I suppose you could shave it.”

“I’d rather get divorced than shave it.”

“Right. Anyway, I think the disk down there would be a distraction.”

Again Turq had to agree.

“So what are we going to do?” Nicole asked.

“I think I have just the thing,” Turq said. She reached over to her night table and pulled open the drawer.

“What’s in there?” Nicole asked.

“Voila.”

“Turquoise eggs? Another baby toy? How darling.”

“Not exactly a baby toy,” Turq said. “You know where you have to wear these, don’t you, darling?”

Nicole gulped.

“Okay,” Turq said. “Let’s test the fit.”