Outside Café Exposure

I Do my best to remain calm, even as I see people watching me from every direction. People pass by within inches of me regularly, to the point it would be impossible to tell if someone bumping into me was even an accident. I can see people, as they drive by, staring at me as they pass. Trying to remain casual, I smile at him, and as casually as I could manage, "Where is this place we're going to?"

He smiles back, pausing as he looks at my exposed body and was clearly enjoying the site. "Why, are you worried people will see you?" I pause, as we walked, as the reminder momentarily made me want to pull my hand away from him, but manage to keep m arm relaxed in his. I manage to smile back, giggling softly before saying, "What? No! Don't be silly!" He laughed back, before smugly saying, "Good. For a moment I thought you were getting cold feet. There are people you just have to meet! It's not far now."

In what felt a lot longer than that, we reached an outdoor café. Quickly, we're greeted by what seems like several voices calling out almost all at once, and all I get out of it was his name is aparently 'Scott'. My arm involuntarily jerks a bit from his, and he softly chortled into my ear, 'My, my ... so you are a bit nervous, aren't you? What a conundrum you are." Before I could manage a reply he's moved on to loudly greeting them back, and I notice his cadre of friends must be around six or so. As they ask him how it went, and if he's hungry, I get a chance to take a look around and see more than a few people looking my way, even as they eat or wait tables. I quickly turn my gaze back to them, and it was just in time, too; Sheila, one of his friends, had just asked a rather poignant question, "So, where did you meet thing ... lovely naked vixen? Don't tell me you've been holding out on us!"

They all laugh at that, and I find myself smiling and giggling along with them. After a few seconds, he replies, "Not much to tell. I met her at the hospital, and she told me how much she just loves being an exhibitionist.", which is followed by more laughter. After they die down, she clearly was intrigued, "No way! Really? That's so cool. Did you really tell him about that? What made you forsake wearing clothes? Details!"

As the group turns its gaze to me, clearly waiting on my every word. Even as my mind realized I was just set up, I find myself trying to justify why I'm so openly naked before them. Should I tell the truth, or just play along? Why do I feel such a need to be liked by them?