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By the time you got around to finding the correct room, the class was about to start. Unfortunately you didn't have enough time to meet your new classmates in the otherwise informal setting of the hallway. You made your way into the class careful to watch where Yoga Pants, as you were mentally referring to her as, ended up sitting. She chose the second desk in the second row. You silently cursed out the guy who sat in the desk behind her and took your consolation prize in the desk in front of her. You were careful not to turn around and immediately start chatting her up. You didn't want to risk creeping her out just yet. First impressions are everything after all. You pulled out the materials for your class and tried to put Yoga Pants and her ass out of your mind. You were unsuccessful. For pretty much the entire class you were replaying the image that welcomed you to class. You were sure to commit every curve and detail of that ass to your mind.

The professor began her introduction and started welcoming her new pupils to the class. She went down the rows asking everyone their name. You had given yours and got distracted by the fact you were missing your textbook. When Yoga Pants gave her name you had completely missed it! "You stupid idiot!" you cursed at yourself. You were going to have to wait until the next class to discover the name of your new muse. You tried not to let it get to you too much as you were confident you'd get to see her, and her ass, again. The class ended uneventfully and you gathered your belongings. Yoga Pants must have been ready to bail as she quickly made her way out of the room. At least you got one last glimpse at that ass as it walked out the door.

The classes the rest of the day went by without a hitch but you just couldn't get this girl out of your head. She was exactly your type and you couldn't wait for the next German class to find out more about her. "But what if she drops the class?" You almost began to panic. It's certainly not unheard of for someone to drop a class after a single session. You yourself had done it previously. She hurried out of the room so the possibility exists that she hated the class and wanted to drop it. You made your way home and tried not to make a bigger deal out of the situation than you already had. I mean she was just one girl on a campus full of them. Even if you never saw her again, you were sure you could still make it an interesting semester.