The first woman I ever slept with defiintely made the best noises. We were both 17 year old virgins. I lived in the lower level apartment in a triplex.
Neither of us had any inhibitions about making noise -- because we were so naive and innocent: we'd never heard anyone else make sex noises -- probably never even heard loud sex noises in a movie, had definitely never viewed any porn. We had no sense of how loud we were, that anyone could hear us .. or would care.
She still lived at home, and would come over to my apartment after supper, telling her father she was doing homework with a friend. It was late spring, the bedroom windows were open and we would just go at it time and time again.
Considering how bad a lover I must have been then, and given our mutual inexperience .. we did OK. (The first few times I was so clueless, I actually ejaculated putting condoms on, and was so numbed I didn't realize what I'd just done). But things quickly got better -- she was orgasming once in a while if I could last long enough and one night we did something special which felt so wonderful we both really let go with whoops and hollers. We'd come together (and didn't even realize at first that's what was casusing us to feel so ecstatic .. our vocalizations were totally spontaneous) Well, once we figured that one out, we'd try and do it like that again and again. When we succeeded we'd let go with a celebratory racket. But all this time we were never thinking we were providing "entertainment" for others.
One day, when I got home, I noticed a handwritten note shoved under my door. It read:
Dear Mr. x The walls are not immune to you and your girlfriend's sexual grunts and groans. The moral standards of this neighbourhood must be upheld. Please check your concience.
I showed the note to my girlfriend ... we thought it was so weird that anyone would be offended like that and take the time to write a letter about it. We just laughed it off. I was quite the smart-ass then. The next day, I took the note upstairs, knocked on the offended neighbour's apartment front door and showed him he'd spelled conscience wrong and left with a smug smile. We never toned our noises down, and eventually the landlord was contacted and I had to move.
But you asked about the noises, right? Well I've never heard anything like the noises she made. Never any words, but a strange combination of low-pitched grunting, short gasps and high-pitched whinnying, especially when her legs were over my shoulders. I could never understand how she could make it seem as if 2 or 3 of the tones were being sounded at the same time on every breath. Maybe it's just my vivid imagination ... but that's how I remember them.
And I've wondered since then, what my upstairs neighbours' sex life was like ..whether the noise actually interfered with his tv watching or whether his and his wife's sex life sucked, and our carefree joy just made them feel really uncomfortable. I'll soometimes revisit the scene of the crime, walking through that same neighbourhood. I keep my ears tuned for joyful noises. But when I do hear sounds it's mostly kids being yelled at, spouses being taunted or tv's blaring. Funny how we're not embarassed to let those sounds drift out.