River is out of town. I get an email from her. “I passed my test! I might have screamed!” And I write back: “At least something makes you scream :-).”
Because just a few nights ago, she had her first orgasm ever from pure penetrative sex. Actually, two in a row. She’s always needed some kind of manual or mechanical clitoral stimulation. And there she is having her first pure penetrative orgasm, and her second, and she doesn’t make a sound. Nothing out of the ordinary, at least. Not in happy shock, not in crazy surprise, not even because it’s so amazing she wants the neighbors to know. So I have no idea until we pause while I barely hold off and she says “I just came twice while we were doing it.” Total stealth orgasms. That’s her style.
It took some getting used to. One partner I’d had set the bar pretty high for screaming, and gave me a taste for it. And she inspired me to make a lot of noise myself. But I ended up toning it down with River because I felt out of place with her being so quiet most of the time.
But I still like it loud.
Although lately it seems like if we so much as breathe hard, Brook will be banging on our shared wall. “We’re just breathing.” “Well stop it!” She didn’t do that when she was little. She’s too old.