Prologue
Sarah sat in her American History class and tried to stay awake. The teacher was going on about George Washington, how he was our first president. How he won the American Revolution. "Big deal." She said looking at the holographic picture on her screen of the first president. "The guy died almost 500 years ago." She sat back in her chair and closed her eyes.
She knew she should be paying attention to what the professor was saying. Since she was a history major she knew that history was important. But why did it have to be so boring?
When the bell rang, she stood quickly fixing her neon skirt and shirt against her slender body. She flipped her reddish brown hair back over her shoulders as her violet eyes searched out the room for her best friend. Finally spotting her, she walked over to her. "Hey, talk about boring." She said as they walked through the sliding doors and out into the hallway of the university.
At 19, and a freshman at the University of Seattle, Sarah thought life couldn't get more perfect. Her father was an inventor and her mother was a social butterfly. Not the most glamorous parents but they loved her and she loved them. When she told her father that she wanted to study history as her major, he went on a long winded spiel about how important history was.
Her friend Veronica smiled at her as they walked out into the afternoon sunshine. "Remind me again why we are studying history?"
Sarah shrugged her shoulders. "I don't remember." She saw her boyfriend Mark sitting on a bench nearby talking to some friends and moved towards him. She had been with Mark for almost 2 years now and was sure she was in love with him. They had started sleeping together 6 months before and her pussy tingled every time she was near him.
"Hey baby." He said pulling her down on his lap and kissing her softly.
"Hey yourself, you guys wanna come over today? Dad said he has a new experiment that he wants to show me."
Both Mark and Veronica groaned. Neither of the two really understood her father but since she was their friend, they tolerated the man.
"No can do baby," Mark said rubbing his crotch against her butt before he pushed her off his lap. "If we're gonna take the state championship this year, I've got to go practice." He kissed her again then ran off with his friends.
"You know, there are times I think that man loves football more then he loves you." Veronica said as they started walking again.
Sarah laughed, "I don't mind. He is one hell of a good fuck when he has been practicing all day. He rides me hard and fast taking out his energy." She giggled as she unlocked the door of her 2247 BMW then unlocked Veronica's side.
They climbed into the hover car and Sarah heard the computer voice come on. "Hello Sarah, where are we off to?"
Sarah looked over at Veronica who just shrugged. "Home then," Sarah said sitting back as the car started itself. Sometimes she actually drove herself but today she was perfectly content to let the car go on auto drive.
The girls talked about school and guys as the car drove down the busy streets of Seattle. It finally pulled up in front of a 2 story ranch style house that had been built back in the 1900's, and the girls climbed out of the car. "I'm surprised this thing is still standing." Veronica said looking at the ancient house. "I mean it was built what, almost 300 hundred years ago?"
Sarah nodded as they walked up the wooden steps. "Yea, I keep telling dad that we need to move into one of those new condo's we see popping up everywhere, but he just says that he likes it here." They opened an old fashioned front door then stepped into the house.
The girls made their way down to the basement where Henry (Sarah's father) was using a laser gun on a piece of metal. "Hey daddy," Sarah said kissing him on the cheek as she put her backpack down.
Henry turned his violet eyes on his daughter. "Hey kiddo how was school?"
She shrugged, "it was okay. So where's this new invention?"
Henry smiled at his daughter. "It's in the other room, I'll get it." He slid his lanky frame off the stool he had been sitting on and left the room. While he was gone, Sarah looked over her father's work bench. It was full of his inventions.
Her eyes rested on something she hadn't seen before. It looked like a watch with knobs and buttons on it. She picked it up and looked at it. "Cool." She said looking at the LED display on the front. She put it over her arm and turned some of the buttons. The numbers on the display changed as she turned the knobs. "I wonder what this does." She pressed a green button on the console just as her father came back into the room.
"Sarah...Nooooooooo..." He cried but it was too late, she had vanished.
Chapter 1: George Washington under the cherry tree
Sarah looked around trying to figure out what happened. Her house was gone and she was standing in the middle of a field. "Where am I?" She asked out loud looking around at her surroundings. There didn't seem to be anything around for miles. She looked at the watch thing wrapped around her arm; it was flashing and looked like a date of some kind. "March 22, 1790..."It flashed over and over before it went blank. She turned some knobs but it didn't turn back on.
"Well, that's just great." She said more to herself then anyone. She looked down at the designer boots she was wearing. "Not exactly made for walking," She said to herself as she started walking up the hill.
She had been walking for about 10 minutes when she heard a voice call out. "Are ye friend or foe?"
She turned to see an older man standing about 20 feet away holding what looked like an ancient shotgun. She had seen these types of guns in museums but to see a man actually holding one made her feel a bit of fear.
"Um...I'm not sure." She said slowly moving towards him. "Where am I?"
The man eyed her for a minute then slowly lowered the gun. He had seen her from afar as he was out taking a walk and exploring. He thought she looked strange in the skirt and shirt she was wearing, he had never seen a woman show so much leg before.
Even at the old age of 64, George Washington still knew a beautiful woman when he saw one and still enjoyed a pretty active sex life with his wife Martha.
"This is Philadelphia, and you are?" He asked letting the gun rest against the ground but still holding it.
Sarah looked at him in surprise, "Philadelphia? That's across the country." She looked him over, her eyes moving over the ancient clothes he was wearing. "Who are you supposed to be?" she asked bringing her eyes back to his.
George gave a smart bow in front of her, "George Washington at your service milady." He said.
She snorted, "Yea right. And I'm Betsy Ross."
George looked at her strangely. "No you are not, you look nothing like her. In fact, you are dressed very strangely. You are the first woman I have seen who shows so much leg." He waved his arm towards her bare legs.
She looked down at her legs then back up to him. "Um...what year is it?"
Again he looked at her strangely, "the year milady? Why it is 1790. You are in the lovely city of Philadelphia; we are about 5 miles from my home. Are you okay?"
"1790?" Sarah squeaked before she hit the ground in a dead faint.
George ran over to her and carefully moved to his knees beside her prone form. He checked to see that she was breathing then thought about running for a doctor. The problem was he didn't move very fast these days and his horse was tied about a half a mile down the hill. He liked to walk around the area and explore off on his own when he wasn't busy running the country.
He watched her breasts as her breaths rose and fell. He figured she had just fainted and should be coming around soon. He moved his eyes over her strange clothes trying to figure out what they were. He didn't see any buttons holding the material in place; it looked to be one piece.
He let his hand move over her shirt and gasped at how soft it was. He moved his hand down to the bottom of her shirt and pulled; it came loose and pulled up with his movement. He saw pale skin and the top of her skirt. Again, no buttons seemed to hold it together.
He pulled a bit at her shirt, surprised at how stretchy it was. Of course he had never heard of spandex before. He pulled the shirt up to see what other surprises she might have. He gasped when he saw that her breasts were incased in what seemed to be a clear material. Her breasts were open to his gaze, although when he touched them, he felt the material of her bra.
"Where do you come from?" He asked softly moving his hand over her breast as he explored the strange material.
He moved his hand over her nipple and was surprised when it hardened against his hand. "Very strange," he said grasping her nipple through the material and tugging on it gently.
During his explorations, George didn't realize that Sarah was awake. She had awoken at his first touch. Now as he played with her nipple, she watched his hand as her breath quickened. She bit back a moan when he gently pinched the nipple. She knew she should push him away. She had to figure out a way to get back home. But his hand felt good on her breast and she wasn't sure she wanted him to stop. It had been a while since Mark last touched her and her android sex toy wasn't as good as the real thing.
She watched motionless as he left her shirt pushed up but moved down to her skirt. She watched in wonder, wondering what he was going to do, she didn't have long to find out.
