We leave

"Hey, we should probably get going", I say to Aubrey. She agrees and we say our farewells. We start making our way back to the car and I see Aubrey's chest start reverting back to it's original color. I start thinking back to what she said earlier and decide to ask her about it. "Are you really a nudist?", I say. She looks at me with a somewhat shocked face. I hadn't seen her make that expression, which was kind of strange since she'd met two people our age in the nude.

"Kind of..", she said. 'Kind of?', I ask myself. 'What does that mean? She doesn't seem really bothered by it, so what does 'kind of' mean?'

She continues, "I think it'd be more accurate to call myself an... exhibitionist", she says the last part just barely audible. "Isn't that kind of the same thing?", I ask. "Well, I guess a nudist just likes to be naked. An exhibitionist is more of a sexual thing", she answers. I pause, thinking over the past few hours, "So,... you're saying this is like a fetish?"

"That makes me sound like a pervert!", she exclaims. I laugh at her outburst. "So you've done this kind of thing before?" She tilts her head and purses her lip as if to think. "No..", she says in a soft voice. "Wait, you haven't?", I ask, impressed by her composure today. "I've thought about it a lot, but I just never have", she admits.