I'm glad I waited for the right person. I was incredibly fearful about sex. Both the act and the potential repercussions. I needed someone mature to make me feel safe, and the longest relationship I'd had previously (2 years) just didn't fit that bill.
I didn't expect it to be at 18 to a 30 year-old man, but coming up on 10 years and one wedding later, I can't picture it any other way. I waited for the person I could trust, who understood and didn't pressure me about my fears, and who proved to be the one to whom I could share all of myself: mind, soul, and then body.
I hope to pass that wisdom along to my future offspring. Perhaps steer them away from some of the irrational fears, but maintain how that fear manifested itself: the utmost respect for my body, my choices, and my future. When I was ready, I knew it. When I wasn't, I didn't question it, and I didn't let anyone else question it.