Policewomen Ep 05 Cindy

Author's note: My first and last entry to the Lesbian category. This story is the fifth installment of my Policewomen series and it has nothing to do with the previous four parts. Each is their own story with their own separate characters. This one is about a policewoman named Cindy who is unable to have an orgasm. The sex takes a while to occur. If you like it quick, feel free to find another story where the action happens earlier.

Three years ago.

Chapter 1

She was almost there, so very close. A few more seconds and she would explode with pleasure. Cindy was in the hospital giving birth to her son. The 18-year-old felt her muscles contract and tighten, her spine tingling, and warm waves, burning hot, coursing through her body.

"Come on, Cindy! You can do it!" her mother, by her side, cheered her on. Cindy's mother had no idea her daughter was about to experience her very first orgasm.

"Yes!" Cindy cried out, feeling her baby descend further down. "I'm, I'm cu - "

Cindy went quiet, gritting her teeth, pushing, welcoming the orgasm that was so very close to washing over her. She kept quiet, embarrassed, not wanting her mother to know what was happening.

The lights were bright, the nurse was encouraging her as well, not to give birth, but to cum. "A little more and he's out!" a nurse cheered.

This was it; she was going to fall off the edge. Never having an orgasm in her short life with her boyfriend, she was about to have one giving birth.

Cindy gasped in bed, arching her back, waking up in a cold sweat. She was dreaming of her son's birth again. It was the last and only time she had an orgasm - nearly 15 years ago.

Cindy, sleeping nude, sat up in bed, running her hands through her long, dark hair. She sighed and shook her head; she wrapped a bathrobe around her body and exited her room.

She peeped in on her sleeping son, Collin, down the hall. He was fine. So was she. Cindy was used to the dreams, always waking up before she climaxed.

Heading back to her room, she checked her phone. Four in the morning. She had to wake up in one hour. Sighing again, she removed her robe and decided to shower.

"Come on, please! Please!" steam enveloped Cindy in her shower. She was furiously rubbing her clit. She leaned against the wall, her hand traveling up her washboard stomach, over a breast, tweaking a nipple. Nothing.

Nothing worked. She slid three fingers in and out of her pussy, she felt nothing. She used body wash and rubbed her clit as fast as she could, still nothing.

Cindy gave up.

Exiting the shower, she glanced at her muscular, toned frame in the mirror. She thought about dating again. Cindy had spells of dating sessions over the years, after her divorce from Collin's father. There was sex here and there but nothing brought her close to an orgasm.

Her own fairly large collection of sex toys, dildos, anal toys, and vibrators brought her no relief - wasted money.

She got ready for her shift, putting her hair up in a bun, putting on her bullet-proof vest, her uniform, her belt and gear. Cindy got into her patrol car, starting another day as a police officer in Los Angeles.

After a long, boring day, filled with a few traffic stops, paperwork- the only event of interest was dealing with a domestic dispute call at a troubled, young, actress' house in Beverly Hills - Cindy changed at the station and went to the gym.

Cindy worked on her legs that day. Switching from various machines, she thought about the actress. She had heard of her, but never watched any movies. "Poor girl. Probably a drug addict too."

Working at the smith machine, doing squats, she thought of her son. She needed to call him, remind him to warm up leftovers.

"Got it?" Cindy asked Collin on the phone a few minutes later.

"Yeah, Mom, I'll eat that. No worries," Collin said.

"Good. I love you," She said.

"Love you too, Mom," Collin cheerily replied.

"I'll be here a little longer, then I'll come home."

She ended their phone call and got back to work, briefly entertaining the idea of trying out a new core exercise, hoping to elicit a "coregasm" she read about. Cindy shrugged, assuming that wouldn't work either.

Finishing up her set, she heard a familiar voice, "Hi there."

"Bea, hey," Cindy said, removing a few large weights from the machine. Bea was several inches shorter than the six foot tall Cindy. She was fairly busty, had a thick mane of dyed, bright red hair, a nice tan, and a warm, infectious smile.

"How are you?" She hugged Cindy.

"I'm alright."

"You don't seem alright. Are you still coming over Thursday?" Bea asked, ending the hug. "In fact you've seemed very sad lately. Too many bad guys. Diana?"

Cindy chuckled; she couldn't help but smile back at her friend. Bea called Cindy 'Diana', telling her a couple years ago that she reminded her of Wonder Woman - whose real name is Diana. Cindy thought it was cute, somewhat agreeing with Bea. She had dark hair, blue eyes, a muscular frame, and was tall - like Wonder Woman from the comics.

"Alright, Thursday, come over, we'll chat and you can tell me what's bothering you. Ok?" Bea said.

Cindy nodded, "Sure. But promise not to laugh or poke fun at me."

"I promise!" Bea's smile faded, she placed her hand on Cindy's forearm, squeezing it gently. "You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"

"I know. I trust you," Cindy said. Bea hugged her friend again, causing Cindy to chuckle.

"Alright, I gotta get home to Collin. He's supposed to warm up some leftovers," Cindy said, grabbing her bag and towel.

Bea, not quite as muscular as Cindy, put only one, small weight on the smith machine, smiling and waved goodbye to Cindy.

Chapter 2

Bea hopped on her couch, sitting next to Cindy. "Alright, spill it. What's bothering you?"

Cindy chuckled, "It's quite silly."

"No, if it's bothering you, get it off your chest and maybe you'll feel better."

"Fine," Cindy said, reaching for her glass of wine.

Bea crossed her legs, adjusting her pajama pants and waited.

Cindy sighed, looking to her wine.

Bea placed her hand on Cindy's thigh, near her knee, "Hey, I'm here. We're buds, remember?"

"Yeah," Cindy nodded, took a deep breath and blurted it out. "I haven't had an orgasm since Collin was born."

Bea gasped, covering her mouth. Cindy winced, watching her reaction.

"Holy shit, I'm sorry," Bea grabbed Cindy's hand.

"It's fine, Bea. Sort of."

"But he'll be 15 next month!"

"I know."

"And you haven't had one since. So you had one during child birth?"

"Yep."

"I've read about that. It's a real phenomenon," Bea mentioned.

"Yep."

"I'm so sorry!" Bea hugged her friend, causing Cindy to nearly spill her wine.

"It's fine, I'm fine, just a little down," Cindy pushed her off.

"Is that why you divorced?"

"No, not entirely. It was part of the reason, but not the only one."

"You've dated since then, though. Nothing there?"

"Not very frequent and um, not enough - "

"Sex? Maybe if you had it more often that would change," Bea suggested.

"No. I did all the time with my ex. I never felt anything. And yes, before you ask, I have toys. They don't help either," Cindy said.

"Oh Diana!" Bea hugged her friend again, tighter this time. "I feel so bad for you!"

"Bea," Cindy was chuckling. "It's fine. I could have far worse problems. I have my wonderful son, I'm healthy otherwise."

"You have a great friend too," Bea ended the hug.

"Yes, that's right. You."

"Hmm, let me think. Let me think. You're going to have to stop talking so much while I figure this out," Bea joked.

Cindy felt better already after telling someone of her issue.

The two friends watched TV, downing their wine.

After a couple hours, Cindy sat up, stretching her arms. "I need to head home. I have a later shift on Friday, but I want to catch up on sleep."

"Women," Bea said.

"Huh?"

"Girls, ladies, have you ever tried one?"

"Tried one?"

"Do you want me to spell it out? Have you ever been with a woman?" Bea asked.

"Oh. That. Um, no," Cindy shook her head.

"Well?"

"Well, what? Are you suggesting I try a woman out?"

"Yes!" Bea beamed.

"No, that's silly. I'm not a lesbian. I'm not into that."

"It's just a thought. Maybe, just maybe, you don't need a man's touch. Perhaps a woman is what you need," Bea suggested.

Cindy stood to take her leave. "I don't think so. But thanks anyway."

Bea shrugged and followed her to the door. "When you get home maybe you could look at some girl-on-girl porn or something."

"You're too funny," Cindy said.

"Alright, fine. Just trying to help."

*****

At home that evening, Cindy tossed and turned. She got up, putting on her robe in case Collin woke up, and walked around the kitchen.

"I'm not going to do that," Cindy thought, recalling Bea's suggestion to try a woman.

Back in her room, lying outside the covers, staring blankly at the ceiling fan above her, Cindy moved her hand down her tummy to her clit, rubbing it casually. She pictured kissing a woman, she winced, and shook her head. Next she imagined one eating her out, "No."

Cindy exhaled deeply, rolled over, and eventually went to sleep.

The next night, Friday, Cindy got home later than usual, skipping the gym. Collin left a note, saying he was playing video games at a friend's house - the parents had picked him up.

Cindy immediately undressed and started another fruitless masturbation session. She knew it was hopeless, but it had been months since she was home alone. Maybe, just maybe, she could make herself cum.

Rolling onto the couch in the living room, she rubbed her clit; she grabbed a pillow, grinding against it. Nothing worked, as predicted.

Cindy gave up, crossing her arms in frustration. "Girl-on-girl porn," Bea's words from the night before rang in her head.

"This is so stupid," Cindy got up, shaking her head. She found her laptop on the floor on top of some papers and books in her bedroom. It hadn't been opened in weeks.

"I'll just take a look, no big deal," she said, sitting on her bed, leaning back against pillow.

Like all porn, it was easy to find.

Her eyes widened when she saw the thumbnails for some of the videos. Clicking a random one, it was a scene with a girl going down on another.

"Ohhhhh!" the girl cried out when Cindy pressed play, startling her. She remembered she was home alone, no need to mute the laptop.

She listened to the girl moan and wail, "Yep, that's a real vagina. Nothing fake there."

Cindy looked closer, "Wow, her tongue is really in there." She shook her head, closed the video and found another.

"Oh! Fuck me! Yes!" Two girls were on top of a pool table, their legs intertwined, grinding up and down.

Cindy cleared her throat, "Hmm, alright. Rubbing against each other. Makes sense, I guess."

She chose another video. Two women were in the shower, lathering each other up. One was squeezing the other's breasts, and then started sucking on them.

"This isn't doing it for me," Cindy said, closing that video. She found another one. The thumbnail looked like a still from an actual movie in the theater, not porn. She clicked and played it.

It was two clothed women, kissing, moaning softly. One looked to be in her 30s, like Cindy, the other, probably 10 years younger. There was no music, just the sounds of their kisses. "Sorry," one apologized.

"Don't," the older woman whispered, running her hand through the other's hair. "I knew this would happen."

"Yeah," the younger woman nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too," said the other. Cindy watched intently as they kissed again, making their way to the door, opening it and practically falling in.

The scene jumped to them in bed, one on top of the other, naked and kissing. It wasn't shown, but the woman on top's arm was presumably at the other woman's crotch, her hand moving back and forth out of view of the camera. She was moaning, their eyes focused on one another.

"Yes, yes," the younger woman on the bottom whimpered. The character was cumming. Cindy couldn't look away.

"Wow," she mouthed. The actress turned to face the camera, music started up, transitioning into the next scene of the movie. The video stopped; the face of the actress on the screen, Cindy recognized her. She saw her earlier in the week. Cindy was at her house in Beverly Hills breaking up a fight with her boyfriend.

She looked at the title of the video. Same name.

Cindy rolled her eyes. She closed her laptop, sitting it back in the corner.

Chapter 3

"Hi there," Bea said, arriving at the gym, not long after Cindy arrived. "Have a good weekend?"

"Not really."

"Aww, sorry. Mine was good. Too bad you had to work, we could've hung out at the new art gallery I found," Bea said.

Cindy shrugged, sitting a dumbbell down.

"Have you been, you know, looking at um, 'educational material?'" Bea grinned.

Cindy picked up on what she was saying, "Yeah, I saw a couple clips. Nothing major. It didn't do it for me." It was a half-truth; the video from the movie with the actress had an effect on her. Something about the sensual kissing, and love, albeit scripted for the movie, seemed sweet.

"Well," Bea, said sitting next to Cindy. "The next step is going out on a date. I know a wonderful Latina from - "

"Oh no. I don't think so," Cindy held her hands up.

"Hey now, be nice. Hear me out," Bea pouted.

"She's tall like you, black hair, and brown skin. I don't think she's a lesbian, but she likes everyone," Bea said.

"Whatever."

"No, not whatever. All I'm asking is that you go to dinner. It'd be a blind date. Just meet and talk, two people, enjoying a meal together," Bea said.

"Bea."

"Please? I'll arrange everything. No crazy sex, no expectations, other than food."

"I don't even know who would pay for the meal!"

"Don't worry about it," Bea said. "I'll tell her that you aren't sure, that you're just wanting to try out a date."

Cindy looked to her right, away from Bea.

"Please?"

She thought a moment, taking a deep breath, "Fine."

"Great!" Bea hugged her again.

*****

"I'm going to dinner with a friend, sweetie. I'll be back later," Cindy told Collin. She kissed the top of his head.

"K," he replied, not looking away from his video game.

Cindy checked herself in the mirror by the door on her way out. Her long hair was down; she was wearing a black dress Bea picked out. She shrugged and left.

Her name was Suelyn. She was born in Venezuela, moving to America when she was a teenager. She had an accent, but wasn't difficult to understand.

She was also tall, an inch shorter than Cindy. Her hair was very thick and black. She was wearing a tight, short, white dress, that exposed a little of her midriff. Like Cindy, she was very fit. Long toned legs and a great butt. She wasn't as muscular though.

Cindy was nervous. She wasn't expecting someone as pretty. The conversation was more one-sided, with Suelyn asking general questions about Cindy's background, her life, and so on. Suelyn thought it was impressive that Cindy was a police officer.

Cindy did the same, learning Suelyn was in her late 20s and did part-time modeling.

"That's, um, that's no surprise there. You're very lovely," Cindy awkwardly stated.

"Thank you. So are you, Cindy," was Suelyn's reply.

"So um, you are here, and are a, I mean, you're into," Cindy stammered.

Suelyn laughed, "Cindy, relax. Yes I'm here to have a nice evening out with a beautiful woman. Bea was right."

"About what?"

"You being beautiful!"

"Oh, uh, right. Heh, thanks."

"Sometimes it's just better. Women are sweeter, smell better, prettier," Suelyn laughed.

"Yeah," Cindy gulped.

The waitress brought the check; Cindy quickly reached for it, flashing a quick smile at Suelyn. She had no idea if she should pay, but instinctually did. The truth was that she was scared and wanted to go home.

"Walk me to my car?" Suelyn asked when the two women stepped outside.

"Sure."

Cindy flinched when Suelyn slid her arm around hers. They traded smiles and walked toward Suelyn's car.

"Would you like to come to my apartment? It's not far," Suelyn asked.

"Oh, uh, that's ok. I need to get home soon, I have a long day tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" Suelyn said, stepping close to Cindy, her arms gliding around her shoulder. Cindy was almost shaking with nerves.

"Yeah, I need to go home."

"Pity," Suelyn frowned, stepping away from Cindy. Suelyn turned around, her back toward Cindy and hiked up her dress, revealing her shapely ass.

"Dessert?" Suelyn asked, looking over her shoulder at Cindy.

"Um, uh, no, I, I have to go. Sorry!" Cindy stared at Suelyn's butt, slowly backing away.

Suelyn nodded, pulling her dress down. "Take care then. Perhaps I'll see you again sometime. Thank you for dinner."

"Yep! Take care!" Cindy smiled, turned around and rushed to her car.

Chapter 4

"Aww, I'm so sorry, Cindy," Bea sympathized with her on the phone. Bea was shaving her legs in a bubble bath.

"Don't worry about it," Cindy was driving home after her shift.

"I know! We can try again," Bea said.

"No I don't think that's needed. I'm not a lesbian."

"Well that's fine, but maybe you could benefit from someone different, in a different environment. Instead of a formal dinner somewhere, maybe someplace more fun."

"Bea, let's drop it. Please?"

"No, humor me. One more chance. I know the perfect person! She sweet, loveable, easy to talk to, loves to have fun and won't get all seductive on you like Suelyn."

Cindy couldn't believe she was listening to Bea. "Who?"

"My sister!"

*****

"Hi, come in," Cindy motioned for Bella, Bea's taller, blonde sister to enter.

It was a Saturday night, the following week; Cindy had a horrible day at work. The young, crazy actress called the cops again. Cindy broke up a fight between the starlet and her boyfriend. Worse than not pressing charges against him, she cussed Cindy and another officer out, slamming the front door of her mansion in their face.

Bella was wearing regular clothes, not a tight cocktail dress, her long hair flowing over her shoulders. She gave Cindy a big hug.

"Thanks so much for hanging out with me tonight! It's been a while since I've seen you," she beamed at Cindy. Her personality was similar to Bea's. Perhaps the evening would turn out great. Cindy didn't know if that meant kissing or more, but she felt more at ease around Bella.

She was a few years younger than Bea and Cindy, but loved video games, movies, and going out. Bella was shocked at how much Collin had grown since she saw him a few years back. Cindy watched them converse a little.

"Maybe tonight will be better," she thought.

"Ok, your mom and I are going to hang out. I'll see you later!" Bella told Collin.

Collin nodded and the two women left.

Bella talked the whole time, which Cindy liked. Bella was very pretty, like Bea. They went to a burger joint, rode around Hollywood Boulevard, with Bella gabbing on and on the entire way. Cindy listened, laughing at her jokes.

"I could do this, yes, this is better," Cindy thought.

Bella told her about a music festival in a park near the Griffin Observatory. Cindy drove them there. This is where things turned bad.

Bella and Cindy sat on a towel Bella brought. They listened to music, Cindy felt at ease that is until Bella started drinking.

She bought several drinks, Cindy politely declining; reminding Bella she was the designated driver. At first it was no big deal. Then Bella kept drinking.

She started dancing to the band. Other people were too, so it wasn't a huge deal. More drinks flowed down Bella's throat, more dancing, and now flirting.

Cindy looked around, feeling uncomfortable; she saw a few people smoking joints. Her police instincts kicked in. She was off duty, so the best thing for her to do was simply leave.