The end result was that I saw some of Janet's friends in just their bra and panties, and they saw me in just my undershorts; some of my friends saw Janet in just her underwear, and she saw them the same way. Nothing was ever said, and nobody got out of line – though I'd be surprised if the looking didn't go on longer than it strictly needed to.

Shortly after New Years, Janet and I had finished studying and I was in her room, sitting on her bed with her sitting in front of me while I held her as we chatted about school. We'd been talking about the one teacher that we had in common when she asked me "Danny, do you think Nadia is pretty?"

With the question seeming to come out of nowhere, it took me a second to realize who she meant: one of the girls that had become one of her best friends, and stayed the night several times. I didn't have any trouble answering "Sure, she's pretty enough. Why?"

Janet was quiet for a few seconds before telling me "After we had that so-called 'Sex Ed' class in Biology, she's started getting all worked up, worrying that she isn't growing tits and hair right and that she doesn't know anything about guys. I've tried to explain to her that she's doing fine, and even shown her a few sites on the Internet – but she still isn't sure she looks okay."

Remembering what I'd seen of Nadia, I couldn't figure why she'd have any worries -" she had a cute face and lovely butter-blond hair, a nice shape, and beautiful skin. Her tits weren't as large as Janet's, but she was still well past flat-chested. I'd only seen her with her bra and panties on, so didn't know about her other concern, but figured that if that part of her was as developed as her bust, she was in perfectly reasonable condition. Still, I knew Sis well enough that I just gave her a hug before asking "Yeah, and -?"