Passing Through

Part Twenty Eight

'Torrie' or rather Gabriel Torrent was the star hockey player at her father's university. Not the most prestigious college in the Boston area, it did have a good pedigree when it came to hockey, and her father, though only ever being a field hockey player himself, fell in love with the game. Whilst he watched the Bruins on occasion, he became an avid fan of the college team. As a young girl, Natasha hadn't been that enthralled, until she hit puberty, and then she started to notice the players, as men not faceless players.

Puberty and lots of hot and horny guys was not a good combination, but she was a good girl, and shy with it. So she just tried to hang around at the rink. By the time she was sixteen she knew every players name, profile and stats. She was the greatest fan, she was sure. And it was easy because her father drove her home from every game.

School was OK, but no one there compared to the huge, powerful players that occupied her every fantasy. And just after she turned sixteen, Torrie appeared on the team. A new recruit, headhunted into the college purely to help the team win games, and her father loved him. On ice he was amazing, but when Natasha called to her father's office for a ride home on a random Tuesday evening, and she was literally knocked over by the emerging star player as he threw open the door to her father's office , exiting with a beaming smile on his face, she fell hook, line and sinker.

"Shit!" He reached for her as she careened towards the floor, saving her from a fall, "are you OK?"

She nodded, as she took in the strong features, those blue eyes, tufty blonde hair and cheeky smile, she swooned, if he wasn't holding on to her, then she'd have fallen over.

"Sorry, you need to sit down?"

She shook her head, suddenly mute, then finally managed to muster, "I'm OK."

"Mark? Can you give me a hand?"

She realised then that he was calling to her father, and she pulled away from him, "honestly I'm fine."

But at the moment, her father was rushing towards them.

"Bloody hell, Natasha? Are you OK?"

Nodding, she turned to stand free of both men, "I'm fine Dad, I just got a little spooked as the door opened."

"Dad?" The man she knew as Torrie looked between them both, "she's your daughter Mark?"

Her father beamed, "she sure is, and she's a huge fan of you guys."

Suddenly Torrie's attention was back on her, fully, "so you like hockey?" When she nodded, once again mute, he grinned, "well that's a wise choice, I hear you English usually stick to soccer."

Again she shrugged, meeting his eyes with a blush, "not me."

Laughing he clapped her shoulder, "great. Nice to meet you Natasha, your father is a good man, and sorry I almost killed you."

With that he skipped off, and so started her infatuation with Gabriel 'Torrie' Torrent.

The next day she had a bouquet of flowers delivered to her house, along with a note expressing remorse. Other than that she didn't see him until a week later, as he skated onto the ice for a grudge match against their local rivals. He was so elegant, stood out so hugely on the ice, that she couldn't take her eyes off him.

Then, as they introduced the teams, stood for the anthem, his eyes flicked up to her and he winked, a blatant and obvious wink. He'd scored two goals before the blush left her cheeks.

And so it started, smiles, waves, very occasional, but she hung on to every single one, as a grown woman she could see how ridiculous it was, how naive she'd been, but she was a just that, an innocent young girl, with dreams. And unfortunately, he just fuelled everyone of those dreams, whether he realised that or not.