Her tell-tale dancing and leg crossing alerts me to the issue before my young student even speaks up. Nodding to the other teacher to continue down the trail with the rest of our students, I turn back to my shy little flower. "Do you have to use the bathroom, Alice?"

"Noooo," the little girl cries, hugging herself and trying in vain to hide her desperation from me.

"It's okay, sweetie, you can tell me. Everyone else went ahead, so it's just us here." Sniffing back tears, Alice nods, refusing to meet my gaze. I'd like a few words with whoever in the school board thought that taking a group of third-grader girls on a field trip in the mountains would be a good idea. Both Alice and I know that we're miles from the nearest bathroom, but her rapid bouncing makes it clear she's not going to last another five minutes. "Do you think you could go behind those bushes over there?" I ask, well aware what I'm asking of my shyest student is far outside her comfort zone.

Stumbling over her words, Alice finally manages to get out a sentence, blushing all the while: "I-I guess I can do that. Just don't l-look, okay?"

"Okay," I agree, taking her hand and showing her to the spot I pointed out before walking back to our previous spot and turning my back to the bush—both standing guard and staying out of Alice's sight knowing full well how shy she is.

Unfortunately, my efforts to keep her modest are immediately undercut by a strained cry for help: "Mr. M, I can't get my overalls off! Help, it's gonna come out!" Sighing, I turn back to the bush and round it to where Alice is standing with one strap of her denim overalls undone, apparently unable to get them off without losing control of her bladder. Her legs are crossed, and she has a hand between them as if to prevent anything from coming out; she's trembling so badly it's a wonder she's able to stay standing.

"Just keep still, honey, I'll get them off." Alice looks up at me with gratitude, and I start unhooking the other strap before tugging the outfit down past her monkey graphic tee and to her waist. "You have to open your legs, so I can get it off," I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She just shakes her head, the glimmering in her eyes showing how desperate she is for relief; it's clear that she isn't going to be able to get her outfit off without wetting herself. "Listen, Alice, I want you to unclench your legs, and then I'll pull down your clothes down to your ankles and hold you up, so you don't get them wet, okay?"

Alice gasps at the suggestion. "N-No way, that's too embarrassing!"

"Please? We don't have any spare clothes for you, do you really want to spend the rest of the trip in wet clothes?" Blinking back tears, the child shakes her head again and slowly lets her legs part, allowing me to scoop her into my arms and pull down both overalls and underwear in one motion. I'm barely able to reposition her in my arms before Alice lets out a sound of distress and covers her face with both hands, releasing her first spurt of warm urine into the ground below. She shudders in my embrace—an involuntary movement caused by a combination of her complete humiliation and the euphoria of relief. All I can do is give her a kiss on the head and hold her tight while she soaks the ground with her pee, the loud sound of her stream filling my ears and giving me more than untoward thoughts.

I know I shouldn't be thinking anything of the sort, but holding a little girl in my arms like this with one arm hooked beneath her knees and the other around her waist while she pees with such vigor is so unbelievably hot that I can't help the stiffening in my pants—her bare slit is just inches away from my wrist. After another minute, the steady hiss of her golden nectar slows to a trickle, and then the last droplets drip out of her into the puddle below.

Before the sudden silence can be relished, Alice fills it with loud sobs. "I-I'm s-sorry, Mr. M. I'm such a little baby! This is so embarrassing; big girls don't have accidents like this..."

I want to reassure my student, to tell her it's okay, but I can't think of the right words—my mind can focus only on those shining pink lips that are quivering with such tantalizing intensity. "Alice..." I whisper, and then somehow my mouth is on hers, tasting the salt of her tears and probing her little lips with my own. Because of how I'm holding her, Alice has nowhere to look but into my eyes, her teary eyes wide with surprise and tinged with fear as I kiss her over and over again. Once I've had my fill of her sweet little mouth, I pull away from it, already regretting what I just did, the shame filling my stomach and radiating throughout my body.

"Mr. M, why'd you k-kiss me like that?" she whispers, now trembling in my arms for a completely new reason, but making no move to escape or get down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know how else to make you stop crying. I promise it won't happen agai—" I cut myself off mid-sentence with a sharp inhale when my beautiful student kisses my cheek before rubbing her nose against mine.

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