First Times: Short Stories about Sex

by Karine Glorieux (Editor), Shelley Tanaka (Translator)

Overview

A balm for adolescent anxiety, this inclusive collection offers sometimes imperfect but always frank short stories of first sexual experiences.

Although to be honest, there isn’t ever really a first time, is there? Rather there are many: first times with yourself. First times with another person. First times you look forward to. First times you wish you could forget. First times that are sexy as hell. First times that are definitely, definitely not.

First Times: Short Stories about Sex collects nine stories by nine different authors, writing from a vast range of perspectives, cultural backgrounds and sexual orientations — revealing how unreasonable it is to define ourselves by a single, overhyped moment. (What a relief!)

With stories by Laurence Beaudoin Masse, Edith Chouinard, Vanessa Duchel, Schelby Jean-Baptiste, Alexandra Larochelle, Jérémie Larouche, Nicolas Michon, Olivier Simard and Pierre-Yves Villeneuve; edited by Karine Glorieux and translated by Shelley Tanaka.

Key Text Features

introduction;doodles

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781779460356
Publisher:	Groundwood Books Ltd
Publication date:	04/01/2025
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Age Range:	14 - 18 Years

About the Author

Editor KARINE GLORIEUX teaches literature at the Collège de Maisonneuve in Montreal and is the author of several novels for adults and young people. Contributors to First Times: Short Stories about Sex are Laurence Beaudoin Masse, Edith Chouinard, Vanessa Duchel, Schelby Jean-Baptiste, Alexandra Larochelle, Jérémie Larouche, Nicolas Michon, Olivier Simard and Pierre-Yves Villeneuve.

SHELLEY TANAKA is an award-winning author, translator and editor who has written and translated more than thirty books for children and young adults. She teaches at Vermont College of Fine Arts in the MFA Program in Writing for Children and Young Adults. Shelley lives in Kingston, Ontario.

Read an Excerpt

I changed stations, turned off the TV and ran to the safety of my room. After finishing off a box of Kleenex to clean everything up, I took stock of my situation. 

What had just happened exceeded anything I had experienced in my entire life. It was better than gym class. Better than Goliath, my favorite ride at La Ronde. Better than a Deep’N’Delicious cake or a Crispy Crunch Blizzard. 

Better than a Saturday night playing Call of Duty at my cousin Gregory’s house. A thousand times better, even. 

That night, I did it twice more. Sitting in my parents’ purple armchair, on the verge of exhaustion, my pants down by my knees, I had a revelation. 

I had discovered my goal in life. From now on, I would try to reproduce this sensation as often as possible.