"Richie! You just get out of here. What will Kia and Becky think?"

"Well, right now they are a bit distracted..." A loud slurp as somebody swallows somebody confirms this. But Rickie closes the shower door before you can see who is eating who.

"But you can't just ..." Well, it seems he can. At least he is not going to listen to your objections and when it comes down to it, you are not going to push him out. You continue to argue, but Richie turns his attention to the soap, and to applying it to you.
Your objections increase, but so does your pleasure. His touch is stimulating, even thrilling. You find yourself moving so he can do so easier. [Well, it is crowded in here with the two of you, and ...well, ...ah... it helps.] Hugging close does make it easier to get your back, which at least is a real advantage of this escapade of his. [It's a little harder to excuse leaning back so he can cares..er..clean your breasts, with caresses that bring a pleased groan out of you.]
But now he wants you to soap him. Now that is a line you don't want to cross...well, not without proclaiming your unwillingness to cross that line. But somehow the soap ends up in your hands, and then your hands end up on Richie, and touching his skin is ...well, rather nice...

You stick at working below his waist, to which he responds by taking the soap and getting down to soap your legs. That is fine, but then he reaches the top of your thighs, and your alarms go off again...briefly. But however much you would like him to stop, you also want him not to, and he doesn't. His hands caress your center divinely and just when you start worrying about climaxing, his hands are replaced by his tongue!
You try to get free, but his arms are around your hips and you can't get away [except by measures that might hurt Rickie, and that is not what you want]. So you have to stand and endure the violation... Except that it does not feel like a violation for very long. Soon you are feeling excited, and enjoying every stroke. Then you explode into a thousand pieces, falling back against the shower wall, and only held up by Richie as his tongue licks off your juices.

Then you are crumbling to the floor as Richie stands. You recover to find yourself in perfect(?) position to return the favor. More than a little hesitant, you grab the soap and work on his legs, but that is going to delay things only a little. And you do owe him for that wonderful feeling, unwilling or not.
But...