In California, after the movie, there was the rather long time in the parked car. Kissing (I never did anything else...Well, maybe a brief touching of a clothes-covered breast.) I rather enjoyed that time because it did not involve conversation. One of the real handicaps of Asperger's is that we are not gifted with skills to talk in ways to achieve intimate feelings and thoughts. Girls were obviously not interested in my political analysis of the period we were in or the reasons for the French Revolution.
I had heard of "French kissing" and one time asked my current partner if she had ever heard of that (kissing with tongue in the other mouth). "Oh no! We can never do that! It makes me want to do things I don't want to do." she replied. Of course, respecting her wishes, I never did so and remained a virgin for another few years. Most other young boys would have recognized her response as more... ahhh... complex that I did. This was all in the 60s.