Thank God, No

The rest of the week went by without event. You dicked around with your best friend one final time before classes started for "real". You were probably a little hungover the next day as you woke up to your alarm screaming at you. You woke up with a clear case of morning wood and all the consequences of a night of drinking. You decided to try and ease the headache a bit by getting yourself off. You began by imagining yourself pinning Yoga Pants to the wall and tearing her clothes off, shocking those around you. You imagined what it would take to make her scream. Make her beg. You finally reached your release as you imagined her begging you to cum inside her. "Man I hope Yoga Pants is in class again," you thought to yourself as you cleaned up the results of your self help. You made sure to dress in your best casual clothes, if such a thing existed. You weren't sure what kind of impression you left on yoga pants girl so you decided to make sure not to risk anything. You left your apartment and made your way to the first class of the day.

During the second day of classes you had met and made acquaintances with a handful of really cool people. Even without German class you were satisfied with how the semester could shake out, at least socially. You even recognized a couple people from previous classes. A couple flings as well. Your dick twitched as you remembered the feeling of being inside them. At least you had some familiar faces and bodies to see. This helped break the ice when starting a completely new class in a new environment. You tried to live up to the expectation of being "the funny guy" to those who already knew you, and spread that reputation among those who did not. In that endeavor you'd have to say you were successful. You were pretty good at dragging out at least a chuckle or two from those around you with your quick wit and great timing. You certainly picked up this skill from your bar-tending father who always had a joke or story to tell to keep conversations from getting stale, especially with strangers.

As you climbed the stairs to the Fine Arts building you couldn't help but notice your pulse was a little quicker than usual and your cock was showing signs of arousal. Was it possible that you had a crush on this girl already? You had only met her once but you knew there was just something about her. Even without talking to her you recognized she carried herself in a way that you found very attractive. Your dick almost jumped as you saw her in the hallway outside the classroom looking at her phone again. She didn't drop the class after all.

You had about ten minutes before your class started. Would you approach her and try breaking the ice or would you play the long game?