Hump Day!

My girlfriend and I were sitting at the restaurant Muse having a drink while trying to decide which club we should go to. That's when these two tall guy's walked in.  
I was not feeling attractive that night. My hair didn't go the way I wanted it to, it was flat. I still had my winter coat on. I wasn't expecting them to even notice us.  
The shorter one I recognized, he played for the Raptors. The taller one, I assumed must as well. I didn't have a clue who he was. He was very pale. They walked to the back and sat down. Shortly after that they asked the bartender to send us a drink. After we accepted, they came to the front of the restaurant and sat across from us. We had some friendly banter. I asked them if they wanted to come to the club with us. They said yes, we left in my car, and checked out Lobby first. The taller one ran in, and said forget it. So we went to the only other spot I knew might be good, Atelier, and it was busy. There were a couple of other Raptors there, one of the Graham brothers. We hung out, I didn't cling to them while other girls were trying to talk to them, we weren't on a date with them. I also had no idea who was into who, or if anyone was into anyone at all. Then the taller one reached out and pulled me towards him by the back of my halter top. O.k. well that was a little clue.  We weren't there very long when he decided he wanted to leave. He invited us back to his place. 
He lived in a huge two bedroom, brand new condo.When we got inside my friend was very antisocial. She was sitting on a couch by herself, not talking to anyone, and had zipped her coat up to the top. I'm not sure why. I'd seen her be nicer to some stranger in an alley outside a club. I don't know why she couldn't be decent to two successful guy's in a gorgeous condo. It didn't make sense.  
I wasn't sure where to sit, because I still didn't know if he was into me. My friend was on one side of the room, the team mate was on the other, and my guy was still in the kitchen. I was the only one who had to make the choice of where to sit. I sat on the edge of the couch that was empty, two minutes later he jumped over the back of the couch, sat down, reached out and pulled me on the couch next to him. That put a big smile on my face. Then he reached up pulled a blanket over our heads, wrapped his big strong arms around me, pulled me in close to him, and gave me a soft passionate kiss on the lips. It felt amazing. His next words were, if I gave your friend money to take a cab home, would you stay. I didn't think twice, I said yes. 
Then the stupidest shit flew out of my mouth. I was nervous, I'd been drinking, I was afraid he would find out I'd been with one of his team mates. I remember feeling the uncontrollable urge that I must tell him he's not the first ball player I've been with, so I did. He asked me if I was trying to get myself kicked out. I couldn't put my thoughts together in my stupid intoxicated state, and explain why I said that. Nope, instead I let all the negative criticism I'd received from my friends about being with athletes get to me. And of course my guilt had to surface at this most in opportune time.  
I wasn't this girl, I shouldn't have been there, I was a girlfriend type girl. I had to figure a way out of this world. Before the cost was so high I ended up alone forever. But in the mean time I wanted to enjoy this moment that I was in this gorgeous mans arms. For a moment I wanted to feel hope that something meaningful would come into my life. 
We went from the living room to his bedroom after everyone left. We kissed, we started undressing. I looked up from the bed at him standing half naked above me, and couldn't believe how perfect, muscular, and defined his body was. That made me even more turned on. I'd had too much alcohol at that point to be shy, or nervous. Every inch of him from head to toe was solid, and defined. The power of physical attraction can be intoxicating. All the blood rushed to my head and there was no more thinking after that. I couldn’t wait to keep kissing him and feel what it was like to have him inside me. It was huge! And he was trying to enter me from behind which made it feel even bigger. I couldn’t handle it. I tried holding my breath, like that was going to help, and then tried to persuade him to change positions. He eventually had mercy on me, and gave in. We moved into the missionary position. Aww that was nice. He was kissing me again, nice full deep kisses, and our bodies were in a  close embrace, it felt amazing.  
Once we finished, and were lying in bed next to each other, he put his arm around me. I felt comfortable, content, happy. I also thought I should go look in the mirror, because I probably have black mascara all over my face, but I didn't check. I didn't want to move, in case the moment disappeared forever.